SMG34 Drabbles and Snippets

Vampiro Aftermath Pt. 2

Summary: SMG4 visits SMG3. Final Part of the (mainline) Vampiro storyline

A/N: HI HELLO I FINALLY GOT TO WRITE THIS DAMN COLLEGE IS KICKING MY ASS BUT DAMN IT, I WAS DETERMINED TO FINISH THIS HDKJGSKG

Anyway, I'm surprised this is longer than pt. 1 hfdsggfjshgds oughhh. I worked really hard on this one. I hope you guys like it.

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It's been about a week since SMG4 first woke up at the hospital, and before he knew it, he was back at the castle, which remained surprisingly intact during his absence. But Four doesn't have time to wonder how the castle stayed in one piece. He has an ex-rival to talk to.

It's a short walk to the cafe, and despite the sign on the front displaying 'CLOSED,' the door is unlocked, allowing SMG4 to push it open and enter.

The cafe looks put together and practically untouched, though it is covered in a light layer of dust, evident in the sunlight as the door swings open with a ding, allowing SMG4 to pass through the cafe and make his way to the back room.

His fingers barely touch the first book's spine when he hears rustling behind him. He turns around, only to sigh in relief as he sees Eggdog slip out from behind a pile of boxes. Four smiles and gets down on one knee as the egg happily barks and runs toward him.

"Hey buddy," he coos, patting Eggdog. "You think you can help me with something?" he asks, pointing his thumb to the bookshelf behind him.

Eggdog yips excitedly. SMG4 can only assume it's a yes.

After finding the book that opened the bookshelf, he steps into the elevator, Eggdog following as the doors dinged shut behind them.

It's a quick ride down, and soon enough, the doors slide open with a ding. The small dog wastes no time darting out into the room. The meme guardian follows suit, surprised by the sight before him. The room is completely trashed, with coffee cups and trash strewn around the floor.

What the hell happened here?

Before he can question any further, whimpering snaps SMG4 out of his stupor. Glancing up, he sees Eggdog whining, the pup sniffling around SMG3's bed. Guessing from Eggdog's reaction and the lump of blankets, SMG3 must be under there. SMG4 carefully crosses the room, standing before the bed.

"Huh, I didn't expect to see the great SMG3 holing himself up." he tries to joke weakly. Aside from Eggdog's unamused frown (who knew eggdogs could frown?), there's no response. However, the blankets shift a moment later, and SMG4 comes face to face with the man, sporting a glare that, oddly (and sadly) enough, lacks its usual venom.

"What the hell are you doing here?" SMG3 asks, his voice lacking any of its usual arrogance.

"I'm checking up on you. What does it look like I'm doing?" SMG4 replies. And it's a good thing he did, too. SMG3 looks like shit, his hair loose from its ponytail and greasy, strands sticking to his forehead, and his clothes nearly hanging off his frame.

"Well, you checked up on me. I'm fine, now get out," SMG3 says sarcastically, throwing the covers back over himself. Eggdog whimpers, his ears drooping sadly.

SMG4 fidgets with his glove but remains where he's standing.

"Hey man, I'm just trying to see if you're okay-" He tries to say calmly.

"If I'm okay? IF I'M OKAY!?!?!" SMG3 cuts him off angrily, quickly rising out of the blankets. "That's rich; I'm not the one who almost died!"

SMG3 grabs a plush bearing his likeness. "AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE! GET OUT!!" He screeches, throwing it in Four's direction.