"Sapphire"

Stupid Star Clip 🖤

🖤-angst 

🤍-fluff

❤️-slight smut(teasing)

🔞- SMUT.

‼️-MIGHT be scary!

🫂- sh. (self harm/ intense emotions or pain/ panic attack.)

Idk if you call this angst or not but it does get a lil- idk

I bang on the front door, clearly irritated with the fact Smg3 hadn't been opening it. Maybe he was asleep? But i never knew where that creep slept hence the fact meetings with others and him have been getting more often, lord knows he may be talking with a customer in there right now. Stupid sunsets, they weren't pretty to me. But smg3 always closed at sunset, yet sadly i got there at sunset. Damn, how many more knocks until this door barges—

"Smg4! If you hit my door one more time i will hit you!"

I laugh to myself, my chest puffing out proudly at the fact i irritated that idiot. He deserved it for not answering the door for MINUTES. How dare he make me stand there for minutes, this is just a whole lot of shit in a day.

"You're acting like you've never done that before. Anyways, can i tell you why i've been knocking for 9 minutes???"

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This stupid coffee machine. I got it just a few months ago, why the fuck was it acting up already? I didn't care about that. The only thing i was worried about was the earthquake outside. This earthquakes name is 'SMG4' apparently, cause the second i opened that door i saw him stupid grim smile, those stupid dimples shining with pride.

"Smg4! If you hit my door one more time i will hit you!"

Tsk, And i wouldn't hesitate, that's for sure.

"You're acting like you haven't done that before. Anyways, can i tell you why i've been knocking for 9 minutes?" he spoke with that stupid glare in his eye that made me wanna vomit.

9 minutes was an exaggeration. It was just more than 5 minutes. And i didn't care. That's his problem, and if he's got a bone to pick with me i'll be damned to snap his bones in two.

"Couldn't care less, but continue."

Smg4 rolled his eyes, like the idiot he was. I wanted to comment on it, but i didn't. Luckily. I listened to his words, which did peak my interest, wildly enough. 

"Mario got ahold of your notebook again, wouldn't want the WOTFI 2023 to happen all over again, eh?~"

My eyes widen at the smirk and devilish like matter he spoke in, but i didn't care. I darted out that door like my life depended on it, and it did. The wind gashed through my hair, my hair had recently been growing out, it kinda looked like a mullet honestly. But it fit my style. And smg4 looked different too, his hair was really short and layered, and he always wears this stupid star clip in his hair, so stupid and ugly, just like him. I dart through the castle, my eyes landing on the diary upon mario's hands, lunging at him fully force, tackling him down and grabbing the notebook.

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Smg3's face paled, i ran after him. I was standing in the doorway, and i saw how he looked back at me, his usual tan face was flushed without color. I gulp, scurrying to hid side and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Whats wrong? Did he see something you didn't want—"

"YES HE DID! AND HE- AND... HE..." Smg3 started, before suddenly bawling on the floor. I secretly pick up the diary, my heart shattering at the page mario had left on. It showed a secret i already knew about smg3, but nobody else knew except me. My eyes narrow. throwing the diary down and approaching mario. 

"If you ever go through his privacy like that again, you will live to regret the day we met."

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they are so gay for eachother. I didn't really care about smg3's secrets, all it was is that he was naming all his fears, and smg4 was on there. i don't know why, cause smg4 isn't scary... Mario has-a-no idea!

I hope y'all enjoyed the first chapter! Smg4 started to get a little protective of his little friend, eh? I'll keep y'all updated.