SMG4 Oneshots

05: SMG3's Sussy Notebook

A/N: CW for internalized homophobia, sexual themes in one of the entries, and themes of mental health.

SMG4 slipped into his and SMG3's shared office and bedroom, gently closing the door behind him. He made extra, extra sure nobody saw him walk in here, not even a trusted person such as Meggy.

SMG3 wasn't at the castle for the time being. SMG1 and SMG2 wanted to specifically see him for extended, monitored Meme Guardian training. They likely saw SMG3 as the more uncooperative one out of the both of them, so they pulled him aside for a full day of training. SMG4 recalled SMG3 dreading about it, grumbling about how he's fine without their guidance and that he's "better than SMG4 at Meme Guardian bullshit".

SMG4, being the ever so curious type, was using SMG3's extended absence in order to get the details to his notebook. He never understood why SMG3 was so secretive and overprotective of his notebook and the possible contents that were inside. What he did understand was that this was probably a breach of his privacy...

Oh well.

SMG4 stood there, pondering to himself just where SMG3 would hide his notebook. He's always wondered how Beeg SMG4 managed to get ahold of it a while back. Perhaps there was one very specific place in their shared room that he never bothered to check?

He paced around the room, jogging his memory. He swore that he knew the last place SMG3 stashed his notebook. He almost spaced out trying to grapple with his abysmal short term memory. Then it dawned on him. Turning back towards the door to make sure nobody's there nor about to open it, he hurried over to the refrigerator and opened it.

Right snug in the upper right-hand corner of the fridge was a gallon of milk and a whole thing of orange juice. SMG3 was an avid orange juice drinker, and SMG4 guessed an avid milk drinker, too. SMG3 loved soda, coffee, tea... he was like the king of drinks. But this wasn't the point to opening up the fridge. Noticing a peek of purple and white, SMG4 moved the gallons away and found SMG3's notebook.

SMG4 snorts, grabbing it out of the fridge.

'Really?' he thought. 'You really thought the fridge of all places was a good hiding spot?'

He smirked to himself as he sat himself down in his swivel chair, setting the notebook neatly on his office desk. Buzzing with anticipation for all the possible secrets SMG3 had in here, he turned the cover and flipped to the first page.

. . .

OI, IF YOU OPENED THIS BOOK, CLOSE IT RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'LL HAUNT YOU FOREVER.

Ok if i DID give you permission to read this then it means you're cool... baka. Here is where i store all my dumbass notes and doodles and all my super evil plans. i just hide all my evil schemes, life-long secrets and evil drawings...... or my shopping list, whatever. who cares. JUST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT SHARE THIS WITH ANYONE ELSE or i will literally appear outside your window.

. . .

SMG4 blinked. SMG3 was very awfully defensive about this notebook. His curiosity urged him to flip to the next page, though a small pit sat in his stomach, thinking there might be less... mundane things.

JULY 29TH, 2023
Dear diary,

We're finally done with the new castle so i can get to writing in my new notebook. i wrote in all of the pages of my last one... so i just bought a new one. I had to hide somewhere to write this because i KNOW that mario and smg4 are some of the nosiest people i've ever met.

anyways..... im tired as hell. i had to sit and listen to smg4's useless whining about wanting to the perfect room so i finally gave him what i wanted. he's a loser but whatever. i tolerate it enough.