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🩵biting🦷

    so sorry if it has bad grammar
or doesn't make
sense ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'ω'ﾟ)ﾟ｡!!
   TW: swears, mad SMG4,
          and teasing.
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————————SMG4 POV:

It had been one of THOSE days. I was in my room, my door shut, and I couldn't shake off the dark cloud hanging over me. Everything just seemed to irritate me. Mario had somehow managed to eat all the snacks again, Meggy had taken the last soda, and on top of everything else, the video I was working on wasn't turning out how I wanted.

Frustrated, I threw my hat on the bed and sat down heavily beside it, my fists clenched. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even hear the door creak open.

"Hey, SMG4, you got a sec—OH!" SMG3's voice cut through the silence, and I looked up to see him standing in the doorway. His expression shifted from neutral to concerned in an instant. "What's up your ass?"

I glared at him. "What do you want, SMG3? I'm not in the mood."

SMG3 arched an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. "Geez man who pissed in your cereal this morning?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I snapped, crossing my arms. "If you came here to annoy me, just leave."

"Well, someone's angy today~," SMG3 shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. "What's the matter? Your little memes not behaving the way you want them to?" he started saying in a baby voice. but like a baby that you wanna throw across the room after them crying for ten minutes.

"SMG3, I swear to the ever loving F—" I started, but he held up his hands like im threatening him. I am but it still hurts 😒

"Chill, I'm just messing with you," he said, though his eyes softened slightly as he took in my frustrated expression. "Seriously though, what's got you so worked up? You look like you're about to crash out..."

I let out a long sigh, leaning back against the bed. "It's just... everything, okay? The crew's being annoying, the video I'm working on isn't going well, and I'm just—" I cut myself off, realizing I was starting to rant. "I'm just tired."

SMG3 walked over and sat down on the bed beside me, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. "Well, you don't have to take it out on me, bro," he said, his tone still teasing but gentler now. "I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab a coffee or something."

"Not in the mood," I muttered, staring at the wall. "I just want to be left alone."

We sat in silence for a few moments, and I could feel SMG3's eyes on me, like he was trying to figure out what to say next. Finally, he spoke.

"Hey, if it helps, you can bite my arm."

"HUHHH...??"

SMG3 rolled up his sleeve, revealing his arm. There were faint, old bite marks scattered across it, barely noticeable unless you were really looking for them. "You can bite my arm. It helps when you're mad."

"Why the fuck would I do that?" I asked, more confused than ever.

SMG3 shrugged, a small smile on his lips. "Back at the Internet Graveyard, when the new dead memes would get really pissed off once they arrived, I'd let them bite my arm. It calmed them down and kept them from wrecking the place. I figured it was better than them tearing everything apart."

I stared at him, not sure if he was joking or not. But the look on his face was sincere, like he really believed this was a good idea. I glanced down at his arm again, noticing the small bite marks. He must've done this a lot. well there is a lot of dead memes so.