SMG4 Oneshots & Short Stories | 🌟 SMG4 🧢 [OPEN]

🗝️ 📝 The Past

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Art by 'gabystargaming' on Discord

TWs // Trauma, Mentions of Brainwashing, Mentions of Kidnapping

🖥️💙 SMG4's POV:
🎢 Time/Arc: WOTFI 2024
📝 Dialogue: 'The Cutie Re-Mark - Part 2' - 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic'

I let out a yell as I felt myself be chucked out of the Puzzlevision television once more, a feeling that felt so familiar yet still so unsettling at the same time.

Desperately trying to catch my breath, I looked around me, and my face instantly paled as I realised that, not only had none of the others been booted out as well, but this wasn't the present; I was in the past.

"Up for another [show]-ending fight, [SMG4]?" I heard a voice hiss out from above me. A voice that instantly filled me with fear and dread. Mr. Puzzles.

"No. You were right. I can't stop you." I struggled out as I staggered weakly to my feet, and a sickening smirk appeared on his screen.

"But you can't stop me from trying, and we could be stuck doing this for all eternity!" I snapped, his expression filling me with anger.

However, I already knew that we both knew how weak I was compared to him right now and that I wouldn't be able to hold up against him for long. But, on the other hand, I would do anything to protect my friends, especially after how much he'd made me hurt them already.

"If that's what it takes to keep you and your friends from [escaping from my show], then I'm game!" he snarled back, his screen flashing with annoyance but still keeping that same heinous expression.

"What you're doing goes way beyond [television]! Everything we do here in the past - even the smallest change - can snowball into an avalanche of trouble for the future!" I explained panickedly, remembering what SMG1 had taught SMG3 and me during training.

"Oh, next I suppose you'll tell me that 'the fate of [the entire universe] hangs in the balance'!" he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes on his screen, and it quickly became horrendously clear to me that, regardless of what happened next, he didn't care.

"It does!" I said firmly, already knowing the terrible outcomes that could become a reality if neither of us were careful.

"Spare me your overblown ego!" he snapped, almost mockingly, his voice laced with even more anger and frustration. "No group of friends, not even [SuperMemeGuardian4's], is that important!"

In response, I only stumbled back a little as a look of shock filled my face. He knew that I was a Meme Guardian. Meaning he also, more than likely, knew how powerful 3 and I were and how much 'potential' we held for him if we were under his full control again.

"I don't know how important other [people's] friendships are to the future, but I can show you what the world is like without mine!" I said determinedly, as I roughly grabbed a hold of his wrist, hearing the TV directly behind me begin to glitch out once more.

[Timeskip until they wake up inside the TV]

As I reopened my eyes, I realised that, apart from the black and white portal beside the two of us, there was nothing but sand for miles and miles. We were in a barren wasteland.

"Where are we?!" Mr. Puzzles yelled out, not even bothering to hide his anger anymore as he snapped his head to face my pre-paled face.

"The future. Or rather, the present." I replied calmly, completely clashing against his mood.

"But there's nothing here!" he continued, his negative emotions only growing more and more by the minute. And he was right. There was nothing left.

"I wish I could say that I was surprised. But every [show that I'm a part of] is worse than the last." I explained, tears pricking the corners of my dark blue eyes as trauma hit me. "I don't know why my friends and I are so important to [the universe], but we are."

"I don't believe you!" he ignored defiantly, and I let out a sigh, already fearing that he might say that.

"Like I said, everything in the past affects the future, even the tiniest act." I repeated, but I knew by now that he simply didn't care about what I was saying. "And what you're doing leads here."

"I know I can't stop you, but I thought showing you this might change your mind." I half-begged, just wanting him to listen, just wanting him to let me and my friends go, just wanting this entire thing to be over.

"Change my mind?" he spat out, his screen changing into a horror one as he began to powerfully walk towards me with every word, causing me to step backwards in fear. "You don't know anything about me! I was perfectly happy before you and your friends ruined what I built!"

"I don't know what happened that led you to make your [show with brainwashed versions of people], and I'm sorry that my friends and I had to take it away." I said carefully, still trying to put at least a small amount of distance between us.

"You want to know what happened to me?!" he snarled out rhetorically, and I let out a singular, scared yelp as he grabbed a hold of me. "I'll show you!"