Chapter Four:
A YouTuber's Inner-Most Spirit
In the realm of the Internet Graveyard, a Mario-looking man in dark-blue and black overalls stood at the window of his lair, holding a phone in hand as he looked at a photo of SMG4. SMG3, the Internet Graveyard's number one celebrity and caretaker, stared out at the area surrounding his domain and looked up at the sky before looking at his phone again.
"SMG3..."
He heard Terrance, his majordomo, and turned off his phone, then he put it away and turned his gaze from the window, laying his eyes upon the little Ugandan Knuckles meme with the top hat resting upon his head.
"Are you alright, sir?" SMG3 heard him ask, he sounded very concerned.
"D-Don't worry about me, Terrance." The ex-villain replied as he sat down on the sofa, "I was... just having thoughts about SMG4 and considered calling him. Somehow, there was this... feeling, this vibe, that I had. I had this strange sense of worry, as if I could feel that SMG4 was having trouble, and I thought about calling to check on him."
"We all think about our friends sometimes." SMG3 heard his majordomo say, "SMG4 is probably okay, it's possible you were thinking about calling him and got worried that you'd catch him at a bad time, that he might be making memes and you might interrupt him."
SMG3 took Terrance's words into consideration, "I suppose we could look at it that way, Terrance. Then again, we're all busy with memes."
"And you all know the way with the memes." The little red echidna said as he hopped up on SMG3's lap.
Hearing his adopted son-like figure say just that, SMG3 smiled and silently agreed with the little red echidna meme. The rogue YouTuber Mario look-alike knew Terrance was right, no one knew the way better than he did in the Internet Graveyard.
"Long live the king." The saying went, and SMG3 was, without a doubt, the one and only king of the realm.
Mario grunted as he felt himself burst through the ceiling. For a fleeting second, he thought he would end up in the sky. But then, when he blinked, the fat Italian could see whiteness. He stood up and looked around the odd white void, which was a blank part of SMG4's mind. Mario had gone deeper into his friend's consciousness, entering what seemed to be an empty space.
But then again, there had to be something here.
In fact, there was. Mario caught sight of a wide potato-shaped object floating in mid air and wearing blue-white overalls, a blue hat with the words "SMG4" in the middle, and a face that looked like a drawing; Beeg SMG4.
"Hmmmmm..." The plumber muttered curiously.
'Whatever this thing is, it might be of use, let's see what happens if I touch it.'
The fat Italian crept towards the floating Beeg SMG4, moving at a slow and steady pace, keeping alert as if something could happen at any moment. It was beyond incredible that he could feel some form of solid ground in this odd white void and, when he first entered SMG4's mind, Mario didn't think he'd enter some form of limbo deep within his best friend's consciousness.
And neither did he know what the purpose of that Beeg SMG4 was supposed to be, it had to represent something. Mario knew there must be some sort of clue related to SMG4's current mental state, perhaps it was the key to curing him.
Inch-by-inch, he got closer and reached out to touch the floating Beeg object with a finger. And then, Beeg SMG4 emitted a powerful glow and the space around Mario rumbled. A tall figure rose from the unknown with Beeg SMG4 as the head, the entity was muscular and towered over the baffled fat Italian.
"Who the H E double hockey sticks are you?" Mario asked.
"I am the inner-most spirit of the one you call SMG4." The being replied, "I am the engine that drives SMG4's meme-making and creativity. Behold..."
SMG4's inner-most spirit snapped its fingers and an Among Us crew member appeared into the unknown, but just then, it turned into a corrupted version of itself and made a funny noise before it vanished into the white space of SMG4's mind.
"However..." The consciousness of SMG4 said, "SMG4's mind is becoming clouded and I am losing my ability, you must find the source of these thoughts before it's too late and before my powers dwindle away into nothing."
The entity snapped a finger and a door appeared. Mario looked at SMG4's inner-most spirit one more time, then the entity vanished and the fat Italian approached the door alone...