Smg34 Oneshots

Lights out

Requested by SMG4x3! Thank you for the request. No trigger warnings, unless you're allergic to raging homosexuals.

Oh, except for this: this applies to probably all my oneshots. I do curse a bit in them.

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Smg4 was tired.

He had spent all day hanging out with his friends, trying and miserably failing to "get his brain juices flowing" to get video ideas. However, they instead spent the majority of their time trying to stop Mario from causing chaos, which of course was in vain.

He flopped back onto the couch and groaned. "Nothings going right!" He said. "I have no idea what to record!"

A concerned Meggy looked down at him. "You can take a break from thinking about your videos for a day," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"You don't understand. How am I supposed to make the BEST video ever if I can't even think of one measly idea?"

The ex-inkling frowned. "You need to enjoy yourself too, Four. Not everything revolves around work. We all know how that went last time."

Smg4 scowled bitterly, falling silent at that point. Maybe she was right, maybe he should find some time to relax-

His thoughts were interrupted as the lights overhead flashed several times, before turning off completely. A distant shriek of bob could be heard, wailing about his "hot chick" he was e-dating.

"What the fuck?" Smg4 yelled, sitting up as straight as a closeted bisexual could.

"What happened?" Meggy muttered to herself. 

A distant yet familiar sound could be heard approaching from a particular Italian plumber, and Meggy groaned. "Of course red did that..."

Mario burst into the room, face completely white. "SPAGHETTI!" He wailed, dramatically falling on his knees. "THEY LIED, SMG4!" Mario yelled, his face full of tears as he stared at his friend. 

Meggy and Smg4 stared at him blankly.

"Mario... what did you do?" Meggy asked carefully.

"A nice man offered Mario spaghetti if he let him in the castle!" Mario cried. "But now he did something to the power, and he's running away!" Mario pointed to a window.

Smg4 peered out the window, where a cloaked bowser wearing a fake mustache and beard could be seen waddling rapidly away.

"Have you learned nothing about not trusting strangers?" Meggy huffed.

"And now how will I get any ideas for videos without the internet!" Smg4 joined in.

Meggy glared at Four. "You seriously do need a break from the internet. I suppose that's one good thing about this."

Mario just looked at the two before curling up in a ball and crying, rocking back and forth as he murmured about his promised spaghetti.

"No, I really think I could make a video tonight!" Smg4 declared. "Three will help me!"

Mario stopped crying to share an amused look with Meggy.

"You can go complain to your boyfriend, Ess-em-gee-four," Mario said, "Mario's sure he'll help you, being the simp he is!"

Meggy snickered, and the two high-fived.

Fours face became tinted red. "He's not my boyfriend!" He protested.

"Sure," Meggy said, grinning.

Smg4 huffed, crossing his arms before promptly storming out of the castle, and going to Threes Cafe. On the way there, he texted the t̶s̶u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶e̶ other meme guardian.

Mememachine: hey 3

Mememachine: 3 3 3

SuperMegaGayass3: wtf four I'm getting eggdog ready for bed

Mememachine: I'm outside your door

Mememachine: let me in

SuperMegaGayass3: are you stalking me

Mememachine: good idea

Mememachine: but let me in

After a minute or so waiting outside for three, the door swung open and an annoyed Smg3 glared at him. "What do you want, scrub?"

Four took this as an invite inside, and he stepped in. "The power went out in the castle, and I can't live without the internet!" He complained.

Three sighed. "Yes you can, idiot." He closed the door, and grabbed Smg4 by the arm and started dragging him. 

Four let out a startled noise from the sudden contact before following along. They entered the elevator.

Smg3 spoke up again. "What did you mean good idea?"

Four was confused before remembering their texts. "Oh! I mean, maybe I could stalk you for a video!"

Three stared.

"...what?" Four asked.

"You are so desperate for content." Three sighed, facepalming before the elevator opened, and they both stepped out, Three letting go of Four. 

Smg4 strangely found himself missing Threes touch immediately, but decided to ignore it.

"Why did you take me down here?" Four asked.

"Because," Smg3 said, "you need sleep." He paused. "Not that I care about your well-being or anything, b-Baka." He huffed.

Four couldn't help but giggle. "That's sweet of you man, but there's only one bed. Don't you need to sleep?"

Three shrugged. "I need to speed up business in the cafe, and what's a better way to do that then design a new bomb?" His eyes shined.

"You hypocrite." Smg4 said.

"Excuse me?"

"You tell me to sleep, and then do the exact opposite!" Four said, staring sternly at his slightly shocked and slightly angered counterpart. "No, we both should sleep." He declared.

"But-"

"Nope!" Four said loudly, and then abruptly grabbed Three and fell back onto the bed, causing Three to roll practically atop him. Three instantly scrambled off him, face blazing red.

Four, seeming oblivious, grinned and grabbed Smg3 again, preventing him from escaping. He pulled Three close, and began snuggling.

Three was speechless, laying there, frozen, face similar to the color of a tomato.

Four, after a second, realized what he did, and how gay it was, felt his own face turn bright red: he closed his eyes. He expected to hear Three shout or hit him, but instead, felt a gentle embrace greet him.

Four smiled. Maybe he could survive a bit without internet.

(Gay men.)