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One afternoon, SMG3 and Meggy in SMG3’s house. Meggy was trying to juggle while SMG3 was browsing YouTube. The two weren’t doing much, but that was soon to change.
“So, 3…have you ever dated someone?” Meggy asked.
SMG3 quickly got a cocky smile on his face. He had the chance to brag. “Oh Meggy, I am a master at getting dates. There were multiple people who wanted to be with me in college. Of course, my standards are very high, so I had to turn many of them down.”
He was lying. He had been on two dates in his whole life. Once with a scientist who broke up with him immediately. The other was a soldier who was more attached to the job. No one else had ever noticed him. But he wasn’t ready to admit that.
“Maybe one day Meggy, you learn my skills and ability to have swag.”
He was cut off by the door opening. A red-haired girl walked in. She had a blue jacket and black pants. SMG3 had no clue who she was but Meggy did.
“Desti!” exclanded Meggy, who ran over to hug her.
“Hey, girl,” said Desti, “It’s great to see you.”
“You too. Oh, this is SMG3!”
“Isn’t that the nerd you've been hanging out with?”
SMG3 didn’t like this girl. “So, who is this?” he said with contempt. “A friend of yours?”
“Actually,” answered Meggy, “She’s my girlfriend!”
“Of seven lovely months,” added Desti.
SMG3 stared. Then his eye twitched. Of the two, Meggy was the one who was more of a success in dating? He had not been expecting that.
Meggy was confused by his reaction. Then her face uncharacteristically paled. “You’re…You’re not homophobic are you?” she said nervously while Desti glared and moved into a protective position.
“What…No, no, I’m pan myself. I dated men before” answered a slightly confused SMG3. He was curious about why Meggy reacted the way she did, as it seemed…out-of-character from the confidence he had seen up to that point.
He brushed it off. That was the therapist in him talking when it wasn’t needed. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be dating anyone. How did you two meet?”
“Oh, we met in sporting events,” answered Meggy, back to her usual self. “We’re rivals at first, but realized that our feelings were different from what we thought they were.”
“You should have seen her while trying to confess,” chuckled Desti. “She said the entire thing to herself without realizing I was behind her.”
While the two laughed, SMG3 realized something. “I can make romance videos now.” That was a success. He knew from all the bad movies he caught on TV late at night.
SMG3 quickly ran back to his computer. He started to log into his account but when he tried to put in his password…
“Come on…Come on!” SMG3 grumbled.
“What’s the matter?” asked Meggy.
“My password isn’t working,” questioned SMG3. “Maybe I need to close the tab.”
He did so, but when he reopened it he saw a video called “Leggy Does a Backflip.” He clicked on it, curious.
The video was simply a red-haired girl doing a backflip for an abnormally long time. It was very familiar however.
“This is just my most recent video!” yelled SMG3. “This person stole it!”
“Why would they do that?” questioned Meggy.
“And why would they copy the videos people would care about,” added Desti. “He could have at least done the older ones that flopped. No one would care about those. They suck.”
“First,” growled SMG3, “My early videos are an acquired taste. Second, if this person steals my videos, he could steal my views. My channel would flop! We got to solve this! What to do?”
“...Email them?” questioned Desti. “The obvious answer.”
“Let me do it!” exclaimed Meggy, who jumped in front of SMG3’s computer and started typing. “Come on…Come on. Yeah…Yeah! It’s all coming together now! Done!”
SMG3 grabbed his computer back and looked over what she had written.
“Dearest Youtube CEO,
My good friend, my bestest buddy, SMG3 has not only been locked out of his account but has had his videos plagiarized. Plagiarism. That’s awful. So, help for his sake. I’m not sure if SMG3 can handle the crime.
From: 3’s best friend, Meggy Spletzer.”
SMG3 stared at what Meggy had written. And then deleted it.
“YouTube is notoriously very unhelpful in cases like this,” he told the others. ‘And I would never live this down’ he thought to himself.
“Oh well, time for Plan B” suggested Meggy. “Let’s track whoever this is down. What’s the account name?”
“Let’s see, it's…Oh,” SMG3 cut off. It was him?!
A loud thud sounded through the roof. It was followed by swearing.
“There’s someone on the roof,” announced Desti.
“Let’s check it out,” added Meggy.
The three ran up the stairs to the coffee shop’s roof. They burst through the door. Then they saw the intruder. It was someone in a blue shirt and dirty white overalls. They were holding a laptop, and muttering to themself.
“Dang it, dang it! They’re catching on. I need to stop them. This needs to be perfect.”
“Yo! We’re here!” called Meggy.
The person turned about. They had some stubble on their face, and dark bags under their eyes. On the whole, they looked like they hadn’t slept in days. SMG3 recoiled.
“What are you doing, SMG4?!” demanded SMG3.
“You know who this is?” asked Meggy.
“He was the popular kid at college. Always making bet…uh…less complex and more pandering content then me. Though I heard nothing about him since.”
“Ah,” inputted Desti, “peaked in school, did he?”
“Yep, and it seems the same is true for his health. He doesn’t seem to have slept in days. Come on, man. A beard doesn’t suit you like it does me. Hey, you’re not stealing my look, are you?”
“Don’t worry 4, if I can call you that. If you need to take a nap before we confront you, we can wait,” interjected Meggy, trying to be helpful.
“Shut up!” yelled SMG4. “I don't know how you did it, but you turned everyone against me. You stole my viewers. And now…”
He started to reach into his pocket.
“…I’m going make things perfect.”
“Really, how are you going to do that…” SMG3’s snarking was cut off by a bullet nearby hitting him in the arm. He looked and saw SMG4 holding a gun…which was now being aimed at his head.
SMG3 screamed and ran back to the door. Meggy and Desti on the other hand...
Well, with all the adventures they've been on, this was another day for them.
Meggy pulled out a bat and charged at SMG4. He tried to fire another shot but she was too quick. She swung the bat at his stomach. It hit.
“AHHHHHH!”
SMG4 was sent flying, and rolled across the roof. He got up dizzy.
“You…You fools. I need this to be perfect. I need to be perfect. I...” SMG4 was cut off by him accidentally walking off the roof. He landed in a dumpster.
“We did it!” celebrated Meggy.
“Great job, babe,” praised Desti. “You can stop cowering, 3.”
“Hey!” yelled SMG3, who was walking out where he was hiding. “I was…um…calling the police?”
Desti stared at him.
“Look, just shut up.”
“Hey,” interrupted Meggy. “Here’s your new password.” She walked over holding a piece of paper, which SMG3 grabbed.
“Here we go,” cheered SMG3. “It’s…fish.”
“Wait, really?” questioned Desti.
“Yeah, it just says, fish.”
“Huh, that’s weird. Does he just likes fish?”
“He did make many trout jokes.”
“Well” shrugged Meggy. “In the end, we won and defeated that jerk.”
“Yeah…should we make sure he isn’t dead?” asked SMG3.
“...Yes,” replied Meggy.
The three walked over to the edge and saw SMG4 not moving.
“...Well, guess we’re going to need to bury a body,” suggested Desti.
“I’ll get the shovels.”
SMG3’s eyes shrunk. Then he started to panic. “I had nothing to do with this!” he yelled in case anyone was nearby. “This was all their idea! Don’t arrest me, please!”
“Ohhh…”
The three looked down to see the not-dead SMG4 getting up.
“What have you done?” SMG4 growled. “My channel would have been perfect with him out of the way!”
“Well next time don’t hurt my friends!” yelled Meggy.
He got out of the dumpster. “I’ll be back! And then you’d be out of the way. And I can be a success.” He started laughing evilly. Only for Meggy to throw her bat at him. SMG4 ran off.
“Should we worry about that?” asked SMG3,
“Nah,” added Meggy. “We should be fine. He should know now not to mess with us. Now, let’s go do something fun! Race you downstairs.” She ran off.
“You’re on!” called Desti as she ran after her.
SMG3 stood there for a second. He sighed, then followed the other two. It had been a long day. Hopefully it was a one-off.
SMG4 walked through the woods, thinking.
“Come on, come on. I need to beat him somehow. Otherwise he’ll steal my audience. I need to be a success. I need to win.”
He walked by a cave when he saw something that caught his attention. Inside the cave was a blue light. He didn’t know what it was, but it seemed…powerful.
SMG4 entered the cave. He had to know what was inside. He walked through the cave cautiously when he saw it. His jaw dropped.
At the back of the cave was a large blue crystal. It was radiating some kind of energy. Stone tablets lay around it.
SMG4 walked over and started to read the tablets. They were written in an ancient language. He could only read a bit of what was written. But from what he could read…
“…nightmares…ducks…fears…destroying your enemies. Heh. Heh heh. Ahaha. Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
It was perfect.