SMG4: The Power Crystal (Episode)

Chapter 7 - SMG3 the Double Crosser

  Walking through the woods felt like agony to SMG3. It had been a few hours since the whole heist, and SMG3 almost felt like his legs were about to fall off.
  He and Bob had successfully managed to snatch the crystal and escape the Showgrounds without anybody catching them in the act.
  He had gained a lot of experience about sneaking around, especially from the time where him and SMG4 went to Casino Paisano to retrieve his notebook that had been stolen from Mario and his partner in crime cardboard cutout; Marty.
  The memory almost made SMG3's heart ache. Not because his notebook had been stolen, but because SMG4 was there by his side throughout the entire thing.
  He can be a real pain, but I'll have to give him a bit of credit. He's an idiot, but he's a loyal one.
   "Ayo SMG3, I finally found somewhere we can stay."
  His eyes lighting up, SMG3 stopped his train of thought and rushed towards his friend. "Where?!"
   "Right here!" Bob pointed his sword-shaped arm towards their destination.
  The light in SMG3's eyes immediately died when he saw that it was a worn out and poorly trashed playground. It might as well have been a dumpster.
  He grimaced by the sight. "What?! You expect me to stay in that dump?! Hell no!"
   "I live in a dumpster already, so this'll feel no different than my place back at home. At least I won't feel homesick."
   "I'm sure you won't," SMG3 sneered. "But I'm not staying in this disgusting, abandoned... bleh! What even is that?!" He pointed towards a weird shaped object.
  Bob squinted his eyes. "That is a teeter-totter."
  SMG3 raised an eyebrow. "A what? Speak English!"
   "A seesaw."
  SMG3 gagged. "Why does it look like that!"
   "What do you mean? It looks normal to me?"
   "Of course it'd look normal to you, why did I even ask." Walking away from his friend, he approached the dirty, worn down seesaw and stared down at it. He found himself giving it a whiff. He gagged.
   "Augh! That is disgusting!"
   "SMG3! Look!"
  When SMG3 turned to see why Bob had called to him, he saw that his former partner was on top of a very worn down and dirty looking slide. "Wheee!"
  Halfway down the slide, it suddenly snapped in half, flinging Bob into the air and into a sandbox that was now filled with wet, filthy muddy goop instead of the usual sand.
  But Bob was in a fit of laughter when he popped back up. "Try it, Bro! It's fun."
   "No thanks," SMG3 called from a distance. "I'd rather kill myself."
   "Bro, you're a real buzzkill." Bob crawled out of the dirty sandbox and shook himself violently.
   "Do you still have the crystal?"
  Bob turned his head. "Why wouldn't I?" Pulling the crystal from out of his cloak, he displayed it to SMG3.
  SMG3 let out a breath of relief. "Good. Because if you ever lost that thing, it wouldn't of been the only thing that'd be lost." He casted a threatening glare at his partner.
   "Calm your tits," Bob sneered humorously. "I want this power as much as you do, don't forget."
  SMG3 scoffed. "Whatever, I don't care. Just give me the damn crystal!" Reaching out to grab it, Bob pulled it away. "Nah ah ah! I still need to use my power!"
   "What?! You were holding it this entire time?! And you're telling me you never used it?!"
   "Well my power is to make money appear."
   "AND MONEY DIDN'T APPEAR?!"
   "Do you really think money just spawns in randomly? No. I need to be thinking about it for it to spawn, dumbass."
  SMG3 blinked. "So you're saying you went all of this time without thinking of money?"
Bob shook his head. "Nope."
   "That's..." He blinked again. "That's actually impressive, Bob."
   "Look, I may be a greedy scumbag, but when it comes to this kind of power, I'll do anything to take it seriously. I need me them bitches!"
   "You and I both."
  Bob threw his head back. "But at least I'm doing it for a good cause. You on the other hand..."
   "Hey!" He snapped. "What makes you think I'm doing this for a bad cause? You don't even know what my motives and intentions are!"
   "Didn't you want to rule the world or something?" Bob rolled his eyes. "Like literally any other cliché villain in existence?"
   "I just want to prove to people like you that I'm worth more than just my counterpart!"
  Bob raised an eyebrow. "You mean SMG4?"
  SMG3 snarled. "Yes him!" He kicked the ground below him. "I can't stand him and the attention he gets sometimes! I've practically lived my entire life as his shadow, and I'm done of it! Sick of it, in fact. So you know what I'm going to do?"
  Bob didn't reply, but he was slowly beginning to process the gravity of the situation. He stepped back. "No?"
   "I'm going to get revenge, Bob. I'm going to show him what it's like to live as second best! Not even that!"
   "And how do you suppose you'll do that? Kill him?"
  SMG3 glanced back. "My god, Bob. I'm not a monster. Torture is a more suitable thing I'd do."
   "Bro, that is very shitty and low of you. And that's coming from me."
   "But you never questioned that maybe the way that I've been treated is shitty?" He leaned close to Bob's face. "Typical!"
  Bob was shaking now. "B-bro... you seriously need to take a chill pill!"
   "A chill pill, yes," He smiled sarcastically. "That's EXACTLY WHAT WILL HELP ME!"
  Bob hugged the jewel close to his body. "I'm sorry bro! But if this is how you're going to act, I don't think I should give you this."
   "GIVE ME THE FUCKING CRYSTAL YOU DOUBLE CROSSING FILTHY RAG!" Throwing himself on top of his friend, SMG3 and Bob wrestled on top of the dirty grass, trying to rip the crystal out of each other's hands.
  Just when SMG3 was about to rip it clean from Bob's grasp, Bob kicked him in the torso and flipped himself over to run. But before he could, SMG3 threw himself on top of him again, pinning him down.
   "GIMME... THE... CRYSTAL!!"
  Wriggling and squirming in place, Bob struggled to free himself from under the meme guardian's weight.
  As SMG3 reached for the crystal again, he successfully grabbed onto it, but Bob gathered enough energy to just throw him off. Using the very short time he had wisely, Bob got up from the ground and bolted off back into the woods.
   "HEY!" He heard SMG3's furious tone behind him. "DON'T YOU DARE RUN FROM ME!"
  Hearing footsteps, Bob quickened his pace. "BRO, YOU NEED TO SERIOUSLY CALM DOWN!! IT'S JUST A ROCK!!"
   "A ROCK THAT WILL PROVE TO EVERYONE HOW MUCH OF A GOOD VILLAIN I COULD BE!"
  As he continued to run, he'd occasionally glance back to see if SMG3 was still chasing him. When twenty minutes have passed, Bob saw that the angry meme guardian was finally beginning to slow down. He himself was starting to grow exhausted and tired.
  But as he kept running, he slowly began to realize that he was lost.
  Glancing back one final time, he could no longer see SMG3 behind him. He lost him.
  Not only that, but he also lost his way back to the Showgrounds.
  He was trapped! To make matters worse, he was trapped with a psychopathic, power-hungry lunatic!
  Stopping to take a breather, Bob laid himself behind one of the large trees. To soothe his tension and fast beating heart, he spawned a stack of bills. Immediately the stack appeared with a poof, along with another... and another...
  As he continued to count the stacks like sheep, Bob slowly found himself growing more and more drowsy. To the point he slowly shut his eyes, and sleep finally took over.

   A shadow loomed over him.