SMG34 Drabbles and Snippets

Vampiro

Summary: Vampire! Three + typical vampire angst, lets fucking go!!

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"SMG3?"

Red eyes widen.

Fuck.

He can't let SMG4 see him like this.

He can't let him see what he's become.

He nearly stumbles over his unsteady feet as he starts walking, despite how his body screams, desperate for sustenance.

He's right there.

So full of life.

So full of blood.

"SMG3!"

He's perfect.

He forces himself to run, pushing down the hunger that threatens to tear him apart from the inside, ignoring SMG4's indignant shout as he heads into the forest.

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Chasing his fellow meme guardian into the dark forest at night, of all freaking times, was not something SMG4 planned to do when he decided to check up on SMG3 that evening, the latter supposedly not feeling well to the point where he hadn't opened the cafe for a few days.

Only to find the purple meme guardian stumbling around like a drunkard in front of his cafe, looking pale and haggard. He had called out to him, only for Three to start running into the forest like a madman.

What the hell?

He had dashed after him, only to lose Three immediately in the darkness. Now, as he wandered through, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something Three hadn't been telling him.

Whatever it was, he was about to find out.

As soon as he finds SMG3, of course.

The crack of a branch snaps Four out of his thoughts, and his head whips towards the sound.

"SMG3?" He calls out, his feet already moving. Pushing aside a bush, a surge of relief engulfs SMG4 as he sees a familiar figure.

"SMG3! There you are! Why did you go and run off like that? Aren't you sick or something?" SMG4 asks confusedly. SMG3 doesn't say anything, which only serves to worry the blue meme guardian even more.

"SMG3, what's going on with you, man?" He asks impatiently, extending a hand towards his ex-rival, only to draw it back immediately as Three turns around; however, something's off.

For one, his pupils were no longer visible, now pinpricks as he stared at SMG4.

Second, something about how Three was staring at him sent shivers down Four's spine, but not in the way that Four liked.

"SMG3? You alright, man?" He asks worriedly as he takes a step forward.

Big mistake.

Three notices the movement and, without warning, lunges, tackling the blue meme guardian. A surprised scream comes from the latter as both men hit the ground, wrestling.

"SMG3, what's gotten into you?" Four grunts out in irritation, his hand rearing back for a hit, his eyes widening in surprise as Three grabs his hand and pins it to the side of his head, doing the same to his other hand, keeping him trapped with no way out.

"What the?! SMG3, let go of me!" Four cries out, his body thrashing wildly as fear and panic start settling in his stomach. However, against Three's vice-like grip, his struggles are futile.

Four's breaths are quick and panicked as Three smiles, revealing sharp fangs that glint dangerously in the moonlight. Four's eyes widen as everything starts making sense.

Why SMG3 closed his cafe.

His recent appearance.

It all makes sense now.

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When SMG3 wakes up, he's feeling refreshed. He feels better than ever if he does say so himself. His only question is why the hell he chose to sleep outside of all places. He has a bed, for fuck's sake. He grumbles, rubbing his neck as he lifts himself off the ground.

He stretches, raising his arm when he sees it.

His glove, stained red.

Huh? Where did that come from?

At that moment, his memories from last night returned, albeit blurry.

Leaving the cafe, running away from SMG4, Four finding him and ...

Oh no.

No, no, no...

His mouth and beard feel strangely wet, and when SMG3 wipes it away, dread forms in his stomach as his hand returns a darker shade of red. He whips his head around, eyes furiously darting around, searching for his rival until, to his horror, they land on a familiar shade of blue a few feet away.

He forces himself to move, becoming aware of the blood that soaked into his clothes, damp and sticky. It takes everything in Three to not throw up when he makes it to Four. The grass around him was nearly soaked in red, a small trail ending where SMG3 had woken up.

All SMG3 can do is stare, wine-red eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. He sinks to his knees, gathering SMG4's body as he wraps him in his arms, sobbing into his head, a litany of apologies spilling from his lips as Four's blood soaks and taints the once pure white of the meme guardian's overalls.

Then, he picks up on something faint. Three's sobs subside for a moment, unsure if it was his mind playing tricks on him.

He presses two fingers to Four's neck, not daring to let himself hope. His fears are abated when he feels it.

It's faint and thready, but it's there.

He still has a chance.

SMG3 very carefully lifts SMG4 into his arms, and with an energy he wishes he didn't have, he speeds off to the nearest help he can find, racing against the clock.