~;SMG4 ONESHOTS!;~

💔-Sorry I guess?

Shall we begin with a SMG34 oneshot? Not really a ship oneshot I guess...

This takes place after SMG4: Trash Friends. If you haven't seen the episode, I recommend you to watch it.

Edit: Please, don't be like SMG3, don't. Remember that you have loving family and friends (which 3 doesn't, he made a lot of enemies while he was a villain and doesn't even have parents because he's a meme guardian, born from the USB (smg4 lore!)) and if you might've thought of doing things like this without the oneshot, visit your local psychologist or something 

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Just a TW: mentions self-harming, depression, etc.

Enjoy not gay gayness

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  And there they stood in front of 3's bomb-coffee shop. It was an complete silence between the two of them, as they watched the snails move around the coffee shop. SMG3 was holding two bags of his stuff and Eggdog in the other. SMG4 looked at him with an curious face. Now SMG3 knew he'd have to say something he'd wish to never say.

  "Sooo...you're staying over at my place?" SMG4 asked, wishing for a positive answer from SMG3.

  "Yeah I guess" SMG3 scoffed.

  "Alright let's go!" SMG4 said as he turned to the castle.

  SMG3 followed him, knowing he has no better place to stay...well the Internet graveyard was a good choice but he doesn't want to listen to the newly dead memes, such as...Skibidi toilet...He hated that meme...it was getting on his nerves...he just sighed as he looked at SMG4's back and thought to himself 'I want to die'.

   The two of them arrived at SMG4's room/office.

  "Feel at home I guess" SMG4 said with a kind tone. SMG3 just rolled his eyes and he let Eggdog on the ground, so the little meme can run off and play with its best friend, Beeg SMG4. SMG4 looked at SMG3. "So, you're taking the couch ot the bed?" 4 said with a smile.

  "Taking the couch, not sleeping in your stinky bed." SMG3 went to the couch and sat down.

  "Hey, I'm not stinky!" SMG4 was now pissed off. He still tried to be nice at SMG3. "How about you get comfy, while I get you the blanket and the pillow?"

  "Alright I guess..." SMG3 said while pulling out his phone. SMG4 left the room to go look for the items he promised to bring to SMG3.

  SMG3 just sat there, checking the announcement he wrote.

'Sup lads! I decided to go on a small break from streaming for a while. If you have any questions, YES, I AM ABSOLUTELY OKAY AND I DON'T NEED ANY MENTAL HELP. I just need a bit of rest. I'm planning a stream of any game you guys decide right after the break! I'm also preparing another 'SMG4 exposed' video since you guys really enjoyed my last one.
-Ya boy, SMG3'

  SMG3 finally posted it on X and then turned off his phone. He leaned his head back and got himself lost in his suicidal thoughts again. Just in middle of planning his death, SMG4 came in.

  "I'm back!" SMG4 exclaimed. He noticed SMG3 in this exhausted position. "You alright mate?"

  SMG3 noticed him and snapped out of his thought of drowning himself. "Y-yeah...I'm just exhausted from today..."

  "Yeah...We've been digging trough trash all day" SMG4 stood there in silence for a few minutes. "How about you take a shower and I prepare you the place to sleep, huh?"

  SMG3 agreed "Yeah, sounds good..." he stood up, took his shower gel from one of the bags and went to the out of the room.

  He went to the bathroom and locked the door. He took a towel from the towel cupboard and went over to the sink. He looked at his reflection for a few seconds and then began to put his clothes off. He was now left in his boxer. He looked at the mirror again, looking at his wounded and poorly bandaged arms. He was skinnier than usual. And the worse thing was that no one knew about it...

  He began to tear up, he couldn't take this. He wanted to die right now. The whole world hated him...his fans were being toxic...his first "son", who was dead...the fact no one really cares about him...ho couldn't hold back tears and broke down completely. He sat on ground and curled up into a ball...no one cares about him after all...

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  SMG4 was sitting by his computer, working on a video while listening to music on his headphones. He happily hummed to the rhythm. SMG3 came back into the room in his PJs with long sleeves to hide his wounds. He sat at the couch, exhausted. He laid down and closed his eyes. 

  "Wow, I didn't see you this exhausted since the It's gotta be perfect incident." SMG3 jumped a bit as he noticed that SMG4 was now with his chair next to the couch.

  "Yeah...I just got exhausted and scared...probably mostly from the nuke..." SMG3 replied.

  "Same here."

  "SMG4, I think you should shower now..."

  "Maybe you're right..."

  "So you're going to shower?"

  "If you want me to..."

  SMG4 took his PJs and went to the shower. SMG3 enjoyed the quietness and he slowly began to fall asleep...

--------(Morning)-------

  "SMG3...wake up!" SMG4 was looking at SMG3 with a concerned face as SMG3 slowly woke up.

  "Morning scrub..." he yawned.

  "Three...can you explain me this?" SMG4 is holding one of SMG3's arms and points at it.SMG3 froze. How is he going to explain this now?

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 -811 words

So I guess I'm good at writing? I kinda like this...

Part 2?