SMG4 X MLP (Season 2)

SMG4's Time Construct

Bob took Birdo by the hand as he led her up a hill. "CHECK IT OUT. PRETTY SWEET DEAL IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF!" Bob pointed to a throne that was made up of stacks of dollar bills, surrounded by dancers and bass boosted music of his rap songs. Birdo began gushing "Oh Bob! You're so successful and the coolest guy I ever met! Please be my boyfriend!" She joined him on his throne as Bob laid back and said "This is the life..."

Suddenly, his music went from rapping to pacing as the echoes of footsteps clomped around him. The next thing he knew, Bob was sitting up on an old mattress in Peach's Castle and someone was mumbling to themselves while it sounded like they were aggressively stopping their feet. Bob rubbed his eyes sleepily and went down to see who had interrupted his good dream. "OI! WILL YOU KEEP IT DOWN IN-" In the main lobby, Four was nervously pacing in circles, biting his lip, and holding his hands behind his back.

"SMG4?"

"Oh...hi Bob."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT."

He turned with a stressed expression on his face. "Honestly, I don't know how you can sleep at a time like this!" Bob looked at the clock and sarcastically said "OH YEAH, BECAUSE NO NORMAL PERSON WOULD EVER SLEEP AT 3AM!" He started heading back up the stairs when Four stopped him, wanting to vent to someone about his problem. "This is awful, horrible, tragic!" Bob gave him an "Are you out of your mind look?" as Four shoved a calendar into his hands. "There! Now do you understand!?"

"YOU FORGOT TO CELEBRATE NATIONAL GAY MEN'S DAY?"

"No!" He pulled out his uploading schedule and said "I just finished planning my videos for the month, but I forgot to plan for my channel next month! There's no time in my schedule to come up with more scripts or ideas!" He flipped through his notes and asked himself "I could move my meeting with Youtube, but then I'd have to reschedule my lunch with Mario and you know how he is with timing!" Bob rolled his eyes and headed back up the stairs as Four called out "This could be a disaster! This year could be the worst one for my channel yet!"

"AND I WOKE UP FROM A MONEY DREAM FOR THIS..." Bob mumbled.

As the morning sun came up, Four was busy on his computer, racking his brain for any solutions when he finally had a breakthrough. "I did it! If I can find out a way to make the Mario loses his keys and collar video at the same time, that would leave me 30 minutes to come up with another arc!" Four was so ecstatic about this that he didn't feel a gush of wind rise up behind him. Soon enough, it caught his attention when his papers flew around. Not even bothering to turn around, he said "Mario, close the door. You're letting a draft in!" Sparks began to fly as he turned around and realized this was no mere draft.

A flash of light filled up in the room as Four slowly backed away, shaking in fear. "What's happening!?" The ball of light flooded the room as Four quickly shielded his eyes. Upon opening them again, a tarnished man with ripped clothes, eyepatch, messy hair, and a scar on his cheek got up. After getting a closer look, Four's eyes instantly widened as it was himself. He screamed in fright as the copy of himself shook his head an quickly approached. "Smg4! You have to listen to me!" As his fear died down, Four started bombarding his double with a bunch of questions.

"You're me? But that can't be right! I'm standing right here! Please tell me you're just a figment of my imagination!"

The clone pushed his hand away and concernedly spoke "Please Smg4! I have a very important message for you from the future!"

"You're from the future!?" Four gasped in awe as the future him ignored it.

"Yes! Now listen!"

"Wait...what happened to you? The future must be awful."