,, like the title suggests, this is TOTALLY REAL and TRUE!
I know because I work w/ glitch productions!!
... i don't. actually.,,
uh. fun lil bonus thing for wotfi. don't read if you don't like SMG34, though. Haha,,
Hello! I'm back again 😈 Anyways, I wrote this a few weeks back, or so? I just finally worked up the courage to post, sooo,,, Also! This fic will have head-canons of mine in it, but they're not brought up much, meaning you can still imagine the characters in this as whatever you want! I don't really care (seeing as they aren't my guys to BEGIN with, lmaoo)
PRONOUNS (because these are important, and head-canon related):
SMG3 / Three – Nonbinary (Transfem/Fem lean) They/he SMG4 / Four – Nonbinary (Transmasc with goals of transitioning fully) He/It/They Mario / Mayro – Demiromantic + Demisexual, any prounouns Marty – It/He (mostly It) Shroomy – They/He
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As the sun lowered, the Meme Guardians settled down - they sipped coffee that Three had lovingly made prior, laughing at inside jokes, or stupid meme quotes - a loving, idle feeling of chatting keeping a pleasant hum in the air.
Three kept on sipping their coffee, before pausing, and placing down their cup quickly, grabbing their notebook and opening it, pencil in hand.
Four tried not to pry much, finally understanding the other meme guardian's privacy. At the same time... "What're you writing?"
The question tumbled out quickly, and Four felt a small feeling of guilt quickly enter and leave his brain – his mind more focused on the way Three jolted, and he found himself watching the other meme guardian a bit longer than he meant to.
"Pah! I'll never tell!" Three said coyly, turning a bit away as they smirked, continuing to jot down whatever it was they were doing.
Four just giggled and managed to sneak a small peak from behind the other meme guardian's shoulder, seeing the outline of Three himself – and Four noted how much he had improved over the years, remembering the very brief time he joined Three's 'Sub-A-Thon' and watching the art segment.
"... Hah, alright then. Keep your secrets, Three." Four rolled its eyes teasingly, sipping idly on its own coffee with a small smile. Three just cackled, closing their notebook as they did. "Wasn't that the whole point of this WOTFI, anyways?" "I mean, yeah, but..." Four trailed off, deciding to stare at the sunset. "I dunno! I'm curious about what you write, I guess." "Yeah, as if you hadn't made that obvious enough, SMG4." Three teased, gently elbowing the other in the side as Four mocked being in pain. Not like they were, anyways – Three would've felt it, connected pain and all.
"Hey! I'll have you know; I just dropped that a while ago!" Four said defensively, playfully rubbing his side as he stuck out his tongue. "I happen to have made that choice exactly 35:46 minutes ago - and counting!"
"You can count?" Three teased with ease, making Four gasp, and hit the other on the head with a fake frown, pretending to be hurt by the insult. "I CAN COUNT! I'm pretty good at it!"
"Oh yeah?" Three said, a slight challenging tone in his tone. "Then prove it. Count to 10 for me, idiot."
The Meme Guardians fell into a brief silence, before Four began to lightly giggle, muffling the sound afterwards. Four's voice broke as it tried to reign in another giggle, covering it up. "... Ok-Okay."
Three watched in amusement as Four then pretended to think, before starting this odd bit; "One... T...-Two...-" Another muffled giggle, and Four tried to not lose their shit over the stupidest thing they could be laughing at ever. Three just stared at Four, awaiting what was basically their name. "... What's next, Four?"
The duo stared at the other, and Four tried his best to break – Three just gently tilts their head, a smug grin on their face. And Four took a moment, once again staring longer than it thought it would.
The way the sunlight glittered off Three's earrings, the gentle, warm hues of oranges and purples coloring the side of their face, and the soft yet still smug smile Three held made Four stop any thought process for a while.
Three just kept looking at Four, slowly starting to grow concerned with how long the other meme guardian was taking to reply. "... Dude? You good?" Three then placed a hand onto Four's shoulder, lightly giving an airy, yet concerned noise. "Did you actually forget what comes after two...?"
Four finally snapped out of their weird trance – face flushing with wide eyes. "I can give you a hint, if you're lost!" Three joked, before leaning a bit back, making a pose by placing a hand onto his hip, and flexing his other arm towards himself. "The hint's pretty obvious... And kind of a big deal in the Internet Graveyard."
Four felt his stomach squirm at Three's pose, and suddenly he felt he should probably say something. Something not embarrassing, or weird, or-
"Pretty, huh? Yeah, I can't deny that one!"
Both parties paused – Four's wide eyed, deer-in-headlights expression met Three's completely surprised and blush-ridden one.
"... Wha...-?" "I GOTTA GO NOW, BYE!"
Four booked it, a literal smoke cloud in its place. Three, however, remained silent as they felt their face continue to warm. "... Did he...?"
Three then cracked a small smile, before giddily opening their notebook and hastily writing it down.
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Mario tuned out Shroomy's show for the fourth or so time, looking over at Marty often. Suddenly, something made the hairs on her neck stand up, and Mario shivered. "Oh-a no." Mario muttered, before its eyes separated into different corners, frowning. "Mario-a missed Four realizing something again, didn't he?"
Marty just fell over, it making a quiet thump as Mario cackled loudly. Thankfully, Shroomy was performing comedy, so they just felt flattered that Mario was actually paying attention after all.
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Hope you enjoyed this! If it feels a bit rushed, I apologize! I'm still trying to get back into showing off my writing publicly, and a LOT of it lacks description, or generally like... filler? Fillers never a bad thing, I just suck at making it seem well-placed, and what-not,, Also! I hope this was at least a little bit in character! I'm still trying to make sure of that, too, so if any part of them seems out of character, or anything like that, feel free to let me know in the comments! Uhh. I'm terrible at ending things, so thanks for reading (again)! :]
