SMG4 And The 'Therapist'

SMG3 Plays Uno

Every night was a bad one, and this was no exception. Everybody was staring at me, fuelled with rage. 

"Why did you drop SMG3?" said one person.

"You seriously sacrificed someone for an internet video?" said another.

"You monster." One by one, all my friends left me alone by the demonic pit, with nothing and nobody left. Doing nothing in the middle of nowhere.

"that's... not... true..." SMG4 mumbled as he woke up. He picked up his phone to check the time.

9:35. Compared to yesterday, this wasn't late in the slightest. How had he slept so well? He realised that he went to sleep at about half past ten, meaning that he had got less sleep than before, yet he felt more refreshed.

He grabbed a cereal bar. Blueberry flavour. A couple of months ago, SMG4 tried blueberry Cheerios, for he was known for (somehow) getting some cereal on his sleeves every time he ate. The idea was for the blueberry cereal to turn the milk blue so that any stains would barely be noticeable. However, SMG4 quickly learned from Meggy about how much milk was too much (which was the main contributing factor to his wet sleeves) and the Cheerios didn't even change the milk colour. However, since nobody else liked blueberry, SMG4 had to finish the box himself and he grew fond of the flavour.

Next, he checked Discord to see if he had any pings. He looked through the #general in his server to see what had happened after he had gone to sleep. Nothing too important, it seemed. Just Boopkins trying to convince Bob to watch his new anime DVD with him. SMG4 started typing his 'good morning' message.

SMG4 - good morning everyone

Meggy- 4 ur up early

SMG4 - and??? am i not allowed to get up in the morning or somethin

anime133 - 4 is right, he should be allowed to get up early

Meggy - Boopkins why are you called anime

anime133 - ...

because I want to?

Meggy - fair enough 

 @ThreeTheGreat 4's up k?

ThreeTheGreat - @SMG4 i am coming for you :)

"What's that supposed to mean?" SMG4 said out loud. He heard a knock on the door. He realised what 'i am coming for you' meant and immediately knew that it was SMG3, so he opened the door. He saw SMG3 in his normal attire, accompanied by Eggdog, who was wearing the small tuxedo that had been bought the previous day.

"Hey, 'loser'! You ready?" He said the word 'loser' in a joking manner rather than his usual rude way.

"Yeah, SMG3. I can talk. Come in!" SMG4 had put on a brave face and was ready for all kinds of questions.

"Cool." SMG3 sat down. "So, uhh, ask me questions?" 

SMG4 could feel himself slowly losing braincells. "You're supposed to be asking the questions."

"Oh, right. I, uh, forgot the questions..."

How the hell was he supposed to get help from this guy if he's forgotten how to do his job properly?

"How about we just have a casual conversation? That cool, 4? I might end up remembering what I was supposed to say while we're talking!"

"Good plan, SMG3!" An awkward silence ensued. After a couple of minutes of silence, SMG4 said, "So, you gonna start a conversation?"