Apprenticeship [An SMG4 Fanfic]

Chapter 22: The Great SMG Escape

SMG5 took a deep breath as he watched SMG6 try and bite his way through the bars on his cage again. "SMG6... give it a rest," they sighed. "We're not getting out of here..."

"No!" 6 snapped, spitting out more rust. "I think I'm finally making a dent in this thing!"

"You'll only destroy your teeth," SMG1 replied.

"Shut it, gramps! I know what I'm doing!" 6 said before kicking the bars, falling backwards and landing on his ass, head hitting the bars.

"Are you ok?" 5 asked, seeing their partner now on the floor of his cage.

"I. Want. My. Arms. Back!" 6 shouted, kicking his legs in the air. "That mother fucking clown! When I get out of here I swear to Memes I am going to kick his stupid ass!"

"Good luck with that," 5 sighed. At least he was ok. Or... seemed to be currently anyway. "How would we even get out of here? Depresso is out there keeping guard, this place has grown into a large fleshy pink castle..." They rested their forehead against the bars. "What would we even do?"

"You said you were able to talk to 4 for a few minutes?" 1 asked.

5 nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't remember anything. I... kind of freaked him out a bit? It was kinda funny..."

"Maybe we can talk to SMG3 then?" 6 asked, trying to shift himself to a better position on the floor. "If we can talk to them through this weird meme guardian bullshit, maybe we can come up with a plan without the bitchass clown over there being a nuisance and overhearing us."

SMG5 nodded. "Maybe..."

"You wanna try?" 6 laughed.

5 rolled their eyes. Of course it had to be them. Well, they did it last time to talk to SMG4. They might be able to talk to 3.

They closed their eyes, focusing on the energy surrounding them. SMG1, SMG2, and SMG6 had specific meme energy to them. Ok. Now try and focus on that elsewhere. There was energy in two separate places. Focus on one of those.

They cracked their eye open, seeing the cafe surrounding them. It was still around? Hadn't Exubus destroyed it? It didn't fit with his narrative he was trying to build... so why was it here?

"You?"

5 turned around, eyes meeting SMG4's blue eyes. "SMG4?"

"Ok," 4 sighed, holding the notebook in his hands and looking down at it. "SMG5, right?"

"SMG3's notebook?" 5 asked, stepping closer, reaching towards it only for their hand to pass through it. Right. They weren't actually here. Just... being a weird apparition for 4. "How did you get this?" They looked around again. "How is the cafe even still here?"

SMG4's brow furrowed, grabbing a hold of 5's wrist, startling both of them actually. "Ok. You know what's going on?"

They nodded.

"Then I have a dozen different questions that I need answered," 4 said.

"I... I can try and answer them as best I can, man," 5 laughed nervously. How the hell was he able to grab them anyway? Was it because they were sort of connected to him right now? Who knows...

"So, how about you start by explaining what the hell is going on?"

SMG5 looked at 4, feeling sweat start to build up on their brow. Should they explain this to him? How would they even explain this to him?

"Something happened," they said. "Something that made you forget. I... I don't know if I should tell you everything or not... it might put you at risk if you know too much."