Isn't It Just Perfect?

CHAPTER 1: "Too Close For Comfort"

Four walks back into the meme factory thing along with the Leggy's, happy on how everything turned out in the end, sure. He failed to get Mario as his overtime worker but he can always find another employee to hire, maybe Karen? Who knows!

As he got out of the outfit he wore while touring his crew around the facility, his mind began to wander, "What if it isn't good enough for the showgrounds to get more people? What if it disappoints everyone, becoming an ultimate failure? What if I'm not good enough to bring more people here to help my friends? What if it isn't PERFECT enough? What if-" Four snaps out of his daze, growing a worried look on his face. Is he reverting back to old ways of thinking about anything revolving around perfection? No, he isn't, he can't be. He wasn't going to allow himself to go down that rabbit hole again. He's doing what's best for the showgrounds, not what's best for himself this time.

Once he finishes taking off the rip off willy wonka outfit and puts his normal clothing back on, he heads back to the SMG4 castle to get everyone's overall opinion of the Meme Factory which will hopefully be positive.
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SMG4 bursts through the entrance doors of the castle with a big smile on his face and arms out, about to make a big announcement until he notices that it was weirdly quiet. Usually Mario would be screaming about some nonsense and causing chaos or hear people talking in some of the rooms. That was until he remembered that half of them got taken from inside the Meme Factory.

He gave an annoyed sigh before pulling out a gmod gun and spawning each of his friends in the middle of the main area of the castle. The scene was overall... interesting. SMG3 was screaming like a girl while a singular leggy was biting at them, Bob was flailing around, Luigi was scared out of his mind, and Mario was just sitting there as well as the others.

SMG4 looked at his friends as a rip-off 4 plush png before coughing loudly to get their attention. They all stopped abruptly before turning their attention to Four, as they realized they were not in the Meme Factory.

Three was the first one to move and quickly shook leggy off his foot, and while he did that SMG4 took this to start talking since it was now somewhat calm.

"Well uh, that was an interesting entrance... but moving on from that, I wanted to ask you all an important question!" SMG4 threw his hands up in the air, waving them with a beaming smile.

Tari raised her hand, which caught SMG4's attention. "Yes, Tari?" She pointed at Leggy. "Uh, can you change Meggy back to normal?" SMG4 looked over to Meggy realizing she's still in her Leggy form before snapping his fingers which turns her back to her human form.

"Well, going back to what I wanted to ask, How did you guys like my Meme Factory?" He spoke in an enthusiastic tone with his hands near his chest. The room went quiet as his friends that actually went in the factory gave worried looks to each other and sounds that seemed unsure.

"THEre wEre nO hOes in THat faCTorY!!" Bob exclaimed, throwing his swords in the air. "It WaS BoRIng ANd plUs I gOt LaUncHed iNto sOMe FuNKy AsS RoOM."

"I was dragged by a group of Leggy's because they couldn't take a joke, which was VERY funny by the way!" Three crossed his arms with an annoyed look.

Afterwards, Luigi spoke up himself. "A meme that Mario made wrongly attacked me, and I didn't even create it!" He said this with a saddened look.

"Mario doesn't want to work 24/7 for years! Mario hates working! >:( " Mario stood stiffly, angry.

"Well, it was kind of an unsafe environment if you ask me... Sorry Four." Meggy added, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked to the ground.

... And the 5 of them would continue listing things that were wrong, which one by one would really sink deep in SMG4's mind and make him feel... Upset. Was it really that bad? He was sure there had to be some positive things that they had to say, but those never came. Only complaints, errors, dissatisfaction, and imperfection...

SMG3 was the first one to stop, feeling that something was wrong, and there was. "Oi Idiot, you okay? Not like I care but you're looking a little down,"

SMG4 shook his head before looking at his friends, noticing that they're all looking right back at him with worried looks (Well, maybe besides Bob.)

"Yeah dude, I'm... I'm okay."

Liar.

"Are you sure Four? It feels like their commentary of the Factory is taking a toll on you..." Tari spoke softly.

Shut up.

"I'm okay, really." SMG4 clenched his fists as he spoke. "You know you can tell us if something is wrong Four, We're-"

"I ALREADY SAID I'M FINE, WHAT PART OF I'M FINE DO YOU ALL NOT UNDERSTAND?!" The sudden outburst from SMG4 startled the crew, his face full of anger before slowly turning into one of worry, backing away from everyone before running off to his room.

Everyone in the main area stayed silent, glancing at each other every minute or so. SMG3 sighed before he spoke up, looking at the others. "I'll go check on him in a little bit, lets give him some space for now." The others nodded before going to do their own things, still worried for SMG4.
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It was the afternoon, everyone was just playing in the gaming room, having fun, doing their things, all that good stuff. Although there was a certain someone in their room still, laying in their bed as unorganized thoughts filled his mind.

"Why didn't they like it? Were there that many problems? How can I make the Meme Factory better? How can I-" His thoughts were interrupted by someone closing a door. He leans up from his bed to see who it is.

"SMG3?" "Hey, scrub." The two of them just looked at each other until Four broke the silence. "Why are you in my room?"

"I wanted to check up on you. Y'know we're cosmically linked, right? I can sense when something is wrong, even when you deny it."

SMG4 gave an annoyed huff before laying on his bed again. "What do you want?"

Three walked to the edge of SMG4's bed as he crossed his arms. "I want to know what's up with you. It's not everyday you just snap at your friends just because they're worried that their criticism was too rude, or just too much for your fragile ego." SMG3 said the last part in a sarcastic tone.

"Shut up, Three. All I wanted to do was create an attraction that would bring more people to the showgrounds, but not even the people who live here enjoyed their experience!"

SMG3 looked at SMG4 with a pitiful look before sighing and putting his hands down, sitting on the edge of Fours bed. "Look, I know it doesn't feel great to receive criticism, but that's an essential part to know about what you need to improve your factory. I mean, would you rather us sugarcoat everything we say about your Meme Factory and have you be potentially humiliated by the customers?"

Four turned to look at Three for a moment, glancing to the side. "No, not really."

"Exactly, so don't just stay in your room moping and actually try to improve your Meme Factory so it can be the second greatest thing at the showgrounds! Aside from my amazing café, of course."

SMG4 rolled his eyes playfully, hitting Threes shoulder gently. "Yeah right, but thanks for motivating me dude, it really helped." Three scoffed. "Yeah whatever idiot, just don't get the wrong idea we're friends got it?" SMG4 smiled. "Yeah, Got it."

SMG3 got up from the bed and dusted himself off before heading to the door. "Well, the others are in the gaming room if you want to join, they're currently playing Super Smash Each Other In The Ass Bro's."

SMG4 looked to the side, looking out the window that showcased the Meme Factory and in all of its glory. "I'll Join you guys in a little bit, I'm going to work on something."

SMG3 raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. "Alright, well, see ya soon, scrub." And with that, the door closed shut, leaving SMG4 alone once again. But instead of just laying in his bed, he's going to work on improving the Meme Factory to become... better.