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🌠behind the curtain🎤

              AU: the truman/smg4 show
     
                so sorry if it has bad grammar
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————————SMG4 POV:

It was just another ordinary day, or at least it seemed that way. I walked through the streets of our small town, greeting the same faces, hearing the same conversations. Everything was too perfect, too familiar. The feeling that something was off had been gnawing at me for weeks now, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I already know everyone so well that if they gave me a quiz on everyone in the city then I would know. But mayor puzzles. He's a real puzzle! haha! gets me every single time.

Always my neighbors Meggy and Tari would go out the same time as me, Mario and Bob would wave across the street, Karen would get me my coffee order perfectly everyday, saiko, kaizo, boopkins, Chris and swag would all go to the work place at the same time, and my partner three would help me unwind after a long day at work.

Well three is like a partner. He is my roommate and yet he acts like a wife. He even gives me forehead kisses and massages whenever I want one. I gotta talk to him about that because now we are just acting married like meggy and tari. they are both happily married and have been for almost 6 years.

I arrived home, the wide house I shared with my best friend/partner, SMG3. The smell of something delicious wafted from the kitchen as I pushed open the door. "Hey, I'm home," I called out, shrugging off my jacket.

"Welcome back!" SMG3's voice came from the kitchen, cheerful and warm as always. He emerged with a plate of cookies, a broad smile on his face. "Made your favorite."

"Thanks, man," I said, accepting a cookie and taking a bite. It was perfect, just like everything else in my life. Too perfect. "These are great."

SMG3 watched me closely, his eyes searching mine. "Something on your mind, SMG4?"

I hesitated. "It's nothing, really. Just... feels like every day is the same, you know?"

He laughed, a light, carefree sound. "snort Well, that's life, isn't it? Routine can be comforting."

I nodded, but the unease didn't go away. Later that evening, as we sat on the couch watching TV, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced at SMG3, who seemed completely absorbed in the show.

"Hey, SMG3," I said slowly. "Do you ever feel like...like we're part of something bigger? Something we don't understand?"

He turned to me, his expression curious. "What do you mean?"

"Like, what if our lives aren't what they seem? What if everything around us is just... fake?"

Threes smile faltered for a moment, but then he reached over and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly.

"You're overthinking things, four. Maybe you just need a break. How about a vacation?"

I forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

That night, I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts swirling in my head. The feeling of being watched, of everything being too perfect, kept me awake. I got up and wandered through the house, ending up in the attic.

The attic was filled with old boxes and forgotten memories. I opened one and found photos of us, SMG3 and I, from childhood to now. As I flipped through them, a strange pattern emerged. The backgrounds, the people, they were always the same. It was like our lives were on repeat. X, FM, Enzo, smg1 and smg2 they were always in the background—it didn't make any sense.

A chill ran down my spine. I needed answers.

The next morning, I decided to confront SMG3. We sat at the kitchen table, a fresh pot of coffee between us. "SMG3," I began, "I need to talk to you about something serious."

He looked up, concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"These photos," I said, spreading them out on the table.

"Look at them. Everything is the same. Doesn't that seem strange to you?"

He stared at the photos, his expression unreadable. "What are you getting at?"

"What if our lives are being controlled? What if we're part of some kind of experiment?"

SMG3's face darkened for a moment, then he sighed. "SMG4, you're my best friend. You know that, right?"

"Of course," I said, confused by his sudden seriousness.

He stood up, walking around the table to stand behind me. I felt his hands on my shoulders, gripping tightly.

"If you are ever planning on leaving me," he said, his voice cold and unwavering, "I'll find you, SMG4."

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The intensity in his voice was frightening. I turned to look at him, his eyes burning with a mix of fear and determination. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"I mean," he said, his grip tightening, "that we are in this together. Whatever is going on, we face it together. You can't just run away."

I swallowed hard, trying to process his words. "But what if I need to find out the truth?"

He leaned in closer, his voice low.

"Then we'll find it together. But you can't leave me. Not now, not ever."

I nodded slowly, the weight of his words sinking in.

"Alright," I said softly. "Together."

The tension eased as he let go of my shoulders, his expression softening.

"Good," he said, sitting back down.

"Now, let's figure this out. But remember, no matter what we discover, we stick together."

I felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension. Whatever was going on, I wasn't alone. SMG3 was with me, and together, we would face whatever lay ahead.

For now, the questions could wait. I knew that with Three by my side, we could handle anything. we could handle anything together. And as we sat there, sipping our coffee, the world outside seemed a little less perfect and a lot more real.

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IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING SO MUCH!! IVE BEEN BUSY AND I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU GUYS BUT THIS ONESHOT TOOK THE LIFE OUT OF ME SINCE I DECIDED TO TRY OUT A DIFFERENT WRITING STYLE!

(you may not noticed but I tried using more vocabulary 💀)

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