Smg34 fanfic except I suck at writing.

(REVAMP) Ch.1-2

// Hi! So I added onto the A/N but basically I'm rewriting the chapters, I haven't really improved phenomenally but I guess it's not as amateur-like anymore..? (It still is, I guess)

Go read the A/N again if you want more details, but if not, go ahead and read, or skim.

I'm up for criticism btw!! I want to get back into writing as I have grown distant from it.

Also, again, takes place after revelations, so new designs or Mario recolour, it's your choice. //

For once, it was calming.

There wasn't any sort of malicious evil-doing entities terrorizing 4 and his friends anymore. It was just summer, a chance to have a break from life's troubles and do something fun for at least a little while.

4 laid back in his bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. A dorky smile plastered on his face.

Mario isn't bothering me today,

He thought, although that was concerning since Mario could've been getting himself into unbelievable hijinks, he had time to watch whatever was funny before,

..before..

Oh right..

He sat up, with a groan. Almost forgetting.

4 and 3 needed to practice their meme powers, or whatever.

4, would've just stayed home, laying in bed all day. However, remembering 3 so power hungry whenever they got to train, he couldn't help but just give in and go practice. 4 found himself amused and even.. happy? when he saw 3 so giddy just for the slightest bit of power.

4 stretched, and lazily headed to the door.

It was strangely quiet in the castle, there wasn't any chatting or the tv echoing through the main room, it creeped him out a bit. Ah, the cons of living in a castle..

About 5 steps down the stairs, he heard a faint sound, like a video playing, in one of the rooms, and thought he might just take a peak in.

He made his way down the stairs, and went up to the room, opening it quietly and poking his head through.

It was Mario, sitting at a monitor. 4 hummed in acknowledgment, about to leave, but then his eyes caught the sight of the unholy view of what was on the monitor, the lowest of low, far below Mario's low, even reaching Bob's history low.

"..MARIO WHAT THE HELL??!" His shriek of disgust echoing in the room.

Mario, abruptly threw the monitor to the side and snapped to 4. A face of dread on his sweating face.

He broke out in frantic pleas, most incoherent but along the lines of 4 not ratting him out to everyone.
4 stood there, averting his eyes from the treacherous image on the monitor, and didn't respond to the pleading.

"..PLEAAASEEEEEE!!!  MARIO WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN GLITCHY PLEASEEEE!!"

4 tried to tone down the commotion, "Okay- Mario- MARIO."

"PLEAASEEE!! I'LL NEVER BRING UP THE PINK GLOVES, OR THE IGLOO, OR THE-"

"MARIO! I won't tell anybody just- jeez.. don't ever.. look at .. that.. (he gestured to the monitor.) ..again."

4 left before Mario could even speak. Shuddering at the image burned in his mind.

What was he even talking about anyways? He remembered the glove incident, ..embarrassing.., but what the hell was the igloo? It frustrated him that he couldn't remember the slightest of what he referenced.

The cool summer breeze and warmth of the sun hit him as soon as he opened the door. Maybe he'll figure it out later.

4 and 3 sat down, it had been a long day. The early afternoon sun now mid evening sunset. It was nice.

The earlier topic swarmed 4's thoughts, and wondered what it meant. Maybe 3 knew about it? It was worth a try to ask.

He cleared his throat, building an awkward tension between the two. "..Hey, uh.. 3.. Do you know.. about a time with an igloo? Mario mentioned it and I thought you might know.."

3 stared, almost blankly, at the one beside him. A complicated expression forming on his face after a hot minute. "..I don't know.. I don't.. remember an igloo."

4 noticed, there was some sort of undertone to 3's words that he couldn't make out. Ignoring it and moving on, silently frustrated as ever. "Oh, alright.. alright.. just asking."

Perhaps Mario really was talking nonsense, 4 couldn't rack his thoughts of any "igloo" incident,

4 sat at his desk, late in the night. His monitor casting a lighted blue hue across the dark room. A nice chill breezing through the cracked tinted windows.

He watched random videos with barely open eyes, setting his head on his desk. Blissfully about to drift off into dreamland.. until he heard the obnoxious ring of his phone.

Reluctantly lifting his head off the desk, he let out a groan as he reached for his phone, about to decline the call before he read who was calling. He frowned.

Smg3..?

4 debated on answering, wanting some sleep. Although, it was strange to have 3 calling so late, especially since he rarely calls. It could've been important, or just 3 trolling.

After he realized it was ringing for a while, he answered. Putting the phone to his ear.

"...Hey?"

He spoke, about to ask 3 why he called, but not hearing anything.

His eyebrows furrowed, thinking he was trolling. 4 took the phone away from his ear and reached for the button to end the call.

"..fuckin..-"

He heard 3 silently cursing, and paused, still annoyed. Putting the phone up to his ear again and speaking.

"..3, seriously, what's going on."

He heard him let out a drawn out and exhausted sigh,

"..okay.. okay.." He whispered, it seemed like to himself. "..I remember the igloo, okay?"

Oh, so he does?

"..Okay, then please.. tell me what happened.. and why Mario mentioned it." 4 let out a sigh of relief.

There was a long pause,

"..You don't remember..??" 3 sounded exasperated.

"..No..? .. is it important..?"

"No, I can't believe you don't remember that." His tone sounded annoyed, angry almost.

"..Well jeez- can you just tell me then??"

"Oh my G- I don't even-"

4 was on the edge of his seat, dying to know what had happened and why 3 was appalled that he had forgotten the entire thing. He heard 3 let out another drawn out sigh.

"..fine."