SMG4: Role swap

Chapter 6: who's the thief?

"And that's why I opened my own mushroom shop! I feel like everyone should be allowed to experience the beauty and good taste of those nice fungus for an affordable price!"
SMG4 shook his head as he sipped his tea and listened to Mario talk about his business venture.
Back in his dimension, it was Luigi who owned a flower shop, so it made sense for the plumber to own one here as well.
Also, it was nice to talk to the Italian man in a calm tone for a change, no yelling or sudden memes for a change.
Mario finished his tea and put on his cap, getting up from his seat: "I should head back now, Luigi is probably screaming at me for not having cooked dinner yet..."
SMG4 got up as well and accompanied him to the exit of his room.
When he opened it, however, SMG4 grabbed the green plumber by the overalls and shoved him out of the way: "Get lost, loser, and leave us alone!".
SMG4 was taken rather aback by his counterpart's rough and mean demeanor, but as he tried to ask the motif of the sudden visit, the door was slammed shut, with the lock closed.
SMG4 looked at him with a look of pure hatred and rage: "I'm gonna ask you this one time and ONE TIME ONLY, wannabe. Where. Is it."
"Where is it?" SMG4 repeated, looking rather confused: "Where is what?" "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, GOODIE TWO SHOES!" SMG4 yelled back, grabbing him by his overalls and slamming him against the wall with such force, that the meme guardian felt the air slip from his lungs.
"You took it from my lair today, when I wasn't there because I was busy DEFENDING YOUR SORRY ASS FROM THE MILITARY."
The swapped guardian wrapped a hand around 4's neck and began applying pressure with each passing moment, slowly but surely closing the air duct: "If you don't tell me where you put it right now, I will strangle you until you exhale your last breath! Tell. Me. NOW!"
"He doesn't have to tell you shit."
4 turned around slowly, to see SMG3 leaning against the doorframe, with a gun in his hand, pointed in the direction of his face: "Now here's what we're going to do. You're going to back the hell off him, and I will put down the gun."
To further prove his point, SMG3 fired a warning shot into the air, showing he was not afraid to open fire.
Despite his determination, SMG4 let go of 4's neck, who backed away from his swapped counterpart, gasping loudly for air.
He mouthed several thank you to his friend for saving him.
SMG3 barely acknowledge them, focusing his attention solely on SMG4: "So, what's the matter, pal?" He asked in a very forced friendly tone: "The matter, pal" the swapped guardian replied with an equally forced and sarcastic tone: "Is that your idiot friend stole MY NOTEBOOK, and I want it back."
"I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR STUPID NOTEBOOK! IS THIS WOTFI 2023 ALL OVER AGAIN?!" 4 yelled from behind 3, still struggling to regain his composure.
"Do you have proof that he stole it, knock-off?"SMG3 calmly asked, still pointing the gun towards him: "He was wearing my clothes when you were in the lair, Eggcat must have mistaken him for me, that's why he didn't sound the alarm!".
He did have a point, but SMG3 didn't cave in just yet: "If you really think he's the thief, then search this room! Afterall, you've got nothing to hide, right 4?"
When 3 turned around to check, he saw it.
He saw it in SMG4's eyes.
The guilt.
He did steal it, but he shrugged it off, as if he wasn't responsible.
4 smirked and began looking around the room, tossing things out of drawers, moving furniture and such.
The two Guardians stood as he searched.
And searched.
And searched.
Until, eventually, he peaked under the bed.
Slowly, he began pulling out something from underneath it.
A blue notebook.
"Guilty." He simply said, raising the journal so everyone could see it.
The tile was clear: "SMG4'S TOTALLY NOT SUSPICIOUS NOTEBOOK".
3 felt many things, but mostly disappointment in his ex-rival, for stooping so low, meanwhile SMG4 was shaking in embarrassment: "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY, OKAY?! I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT, I- I JUST WANTED... I just...I-" "And that's how you get my help removed from the equation. Good luck, fuckers."
Without saying anything, he marched out of the room, leaving the two alone.

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Night settled fully upon the Showgrounds.
SMG4 kept tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep.
He screwed up, he had completely messed up their chances to get help in returning back home, just because of curiosity?!
He turned around for the umpteenth time, seeing SMG3 looking back at him from his bed.
"What were you thinking, you absolute idiot?!" He whispered-yelled, sitting up straight: "That idiot's probably gone to tell wimp-me of what happened, and in the morning they're gonna kick us out! You blew us!".
4 felt slightly hurt by those words, but he knew that deep down he was right. He had blew them up, had put them in a mess that was going to put drawbacks in their plan.
"I...I don't know why I did it, I guess I was just... curious, I wanted to know what it felt like-" "To own a diary?! Buy one, b*tch!" SMG3 retorted back: "NO! I mean what it felt like to be you!"
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"Be me?" 3 asked, rather confused: "I'm... I'm the <evil guy>, in this world. I wanted to know what it was like to-" "Be evil? 4, you're not making any sense by the minute."
SMG4 simply grunted and layed back down: "It doesn't matter, first thing in the morning, SMG3 is going to kick us out, and it's all my fault."

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"It's SMG4, 3, it's okay. They're idiots and they can get out of control some times." SMG3 chuckled as he drank some more tea: "Honestly, you're totally right. Thanks for listening to me, you're not so bad as I thought you were."
3 said, getting up from the table: "I'll try to catch some sleep and tomorrow we'll figure something out. See ya, other me."
SMG3 waved back as he entered his room, before heading back to his bed.
As 3 was about to lay down in his bed, he saw SMG4 was shaking.
The window was open and a cold breeze was coming in from outside.
He grabbed the covers and pulled them over the meme guardian, making sure he wasn't shaking anymore.
Then, he layed down in bed and grabbed his phone; there was no signal, so they couldn't call or access to social media, but the notes still worked.
He wrote something in it.
"Buy SMG4 a notebook once we get back."
He placed it on the drawer, closing his eyes and drifting off into slumber.

There was still a way to fix things.

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