Smg4 Deep Web au Chapter 9: Everyone vs. Blue Hand
Chapter 9: Everyone vs. Blue Hand
Inside the castle, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. SMG4 and SMG3 were in the middle of a heated argument, their voices echoing off the cracked walls.
"Look at what's happened! This is all your fault, Three!" SMG4 yelled, shoving a finger into SMG3's chest. "You pushed her past the limit!"
"MY FAULT?!" SMG3 shouted back, his eyes widening with a manic, unhinged look as he snapped. "I was trying to right! It to be done! IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT THAN YOU FOUR!!!" But then Smg4 gasp
Off to the side, SMG2 sat curled on the floor, completely heartbroken. She clutched SMG1’s abandoned burgundy hat tightly against her chest, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed in silence. The guardian she knew was gone.
Suddenly, a violent rumble rattled the entire foundation of the castle. Pictures fell off the walls, and cracks began to split across the floorboards.
"WAAAH! EARTHQUAKE!" Luigi screamed, grabbing onto a nearby pillar for dear life.
"Everyone, outside! NOW!" Meggy ordered.
The crew rushed out into the courtyard, but what awaited them wasn't a natural disaster. Looming over the horizon, crushing the ground beneath its monstrous weight, was the terrifying beast known as Blue Hand.
Fishy Boopkins shrank back, trembling in pure terror. "W-what is THAT?!"
Bob looked up at the towering, horned leviathan with his usual chaotic energy, pointing at the monster. "dAmN wHaT iS tHiIiIsS?!" he cracked, trying to drop a rap joke to hide his initial surprise. "Is ThIs NeW gUy TrYiNg To StEaL mY rAp CgaReEr?!"
"Bob, shut up! This isn't a joke!" Meggy snapped, her eyes narrowing as she drew her weapon.
"Load up, everyone! We have to defend the castle!" SMG4 yelled, stepping forward as the rest of the gang got into their fighting stances, ready for a brutal battle.
However, standing right behind Bob in the image, the massive, monstrous figure of Blue Hand let out a deafening roar. Yet behind Bob's usual jokey facade, Bob secretly quieted down. Looking up at the terrifying creature towering over him, Bob felt pensive—a strange, deep understanding hitting him as he let out a quiet, subtle sigh. He could feel the dark, heavy energy radiating off Blue Hand... and knew this fight was unlike anything they had ever faced before.
Without missing a beat, the crew launched into action against the massive leviathan. Saiko charged forward first, swinging her giant hammer with full force directly at the monster's legs, while Meggy flipped into the air, firing a rapid stream of ink from her Splatshot to blind the creature.
"Take this, you ugly monster!" Meggy shouted.
However, Blue Hand barely even flinched. With a violent sweep of its massive arm, it swatted their attacks away like flies, sending shockwaves through the courtyard.
Amidst the chaos, SMG2 slowly stepped forward, "hey stop it!!" from crying. She looked up at the towering beast and shouted over the noise, her voice cracking with desperation. "Where is she?! What did you do to SMG1?!"
Blue Hand stopped, looking down at the small guardian. A cruel, deep rumble vibrated from its chest as it spoke in a booming, terrifying voice.
"SMG1 is dead...." Blue Hand sneered. "She is dead. I killed her myself."
A wave of absolute horror swept through the entire group. SMG4, SMG3, and the rest of the crew froze in pure, stunned shock, unable to process the terrible lie. SMG2 collapsed onto her knees, clutching SMG1's hat to her chest as fresh tears burst from her eyes, her heart breaking all over again.
Seeing SMG2 defenseless on the ground, Blue Hand reared back its massive, darkened fist, aiming a devastating punch straight down to crush her!
"SMG2, LOOK OUT!" SMG4 screamed.
Before the crushing blow could make contact, a dark shadow blurred across the grass. Bob sprinted faster than he ever had before, diving straight into the danger zone! He scooped up SMG2 into his arms and rolled out of the way just as Blue Hand’s fist shattered the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and debris.
Safely pulling SMG2 out of the rubble, Bob set her down behind a fallen pillar. His usual jokes and rap chatter were completely gone. Looking down at the sobbing guardian, Bob's expression turned intensely pensive. A serious, fierce determination settled over him as he turned back to face the giant beast, ready to fight back with everything he had.
Driven by the shock of Blue Hand's cruel words, the entire gang rallied together for a full-scale assault. SMG4, SMG3, Luigi, Fishy Boopkins, Tari, Mario, Meggy, and Saiko charged all at once, throwing every attack, item, and power-up they had at the towering leviathan!
Seeing the team struggle, Melony stepped forward, her eyes glowing with ancient power as she summoned her powerful Fierce Deity Sword. She leapt high into the air, bringing the glowing blade down in a devastating strike meant to slice the monster in half!
SWOOSH!
Without even looking up, Blue Hand brought his massive arm up and SMACKED her out of the sky with a swift, brutal slap. Melony crashed hard onto the dirt, her sword clattering beside her. Blue Hand let out a dark, arrogant smirk, looking down at them as if they were nothing.
"HEY! UGLY!"
A sharp yell echoed across the battlefield. Bob, his usual jokes completely gone, sprinted forward with insane speed. Extending his arm blades, he leapt into the air and unleashed a furious, spinning Swinging Blade Attack directly across Blue Hand's face and chest!
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Blue Hand screamed in pain and fury, staggering backward as sparks flew off his dark hide. "ARRGH! YOU MISERABLE PEST!" the beast roared in anger.
Before Bob could land back on his feet, Blue Hand's gigantic, shadow-covered arm shot through the dust cloud. His massive fingers clamped tightly around Bob's neck, instantly interrupting his assault and lifting him off the ground!
Blue Hand held Bob in mid-air, choking him tightly while glaring with murderous rage. Bob kicked his legs frantically, struggling to break free from the monster's unbreakable grip!
"BOB!" Tari screamed in total panic, covering her mouth as she saw him hoisted high into the air.
Suspended off the ground, Bob gritted his teeth, his narrow white eyes glaring down at the beast with sheer anger. He thrashed his body and swung his arm blades frantically, trying everything to make the leviathan lose its grip. "L-LeT mE gO, yOu OvErGrOwN TRASH CAN!" he roared.
Blue Hand didn't even flinch. Moving his towering face inches away from Bob's hooded head, the beast leaned in close, its jagged maw opening wide as it taunted him in a low, terrifying growl. "You pathetic little bug... you think your blade tricks can stop us?"
At first, Bob kept his glaring, angry posture, refusing to back down. But then, Blue Hand began to squeeze.
. Bob's fierce eyes suddenly widened in sheer, agonizing shock. A sudden gasp escaped his throat as the crushing force overwhelmed him. His eyes went completely wide and hollow, the overwhelming pressure fracturing his resolve as the leviathan tightened its vice-like fist around his torso.
"BOB! NOO!!" SMG4 and SMG3 shouted together, their faces pale with horror as they watched their friend get utterly crushed.
With a brutal, careless flick of his wrist, Blue Hand tossed Bob’s limp body aside like a broken toy. Bob crashed heavily onto the hard dirt, trembling weakly as dark, shadowy static filled his vision. He lay face-down on the ground, completely immobile, while the rest of the crew froze in pure dead.
Seeing Bob tossed aside like ragdoll, the entire crew stood frozen in horror. SMG4 and SMG3 frantically rushed to Bob's side, shaking his shoulders and trying desperately to wake him up.
"Bob! Hey, Bob! Come on, man, get up!" SMG4 shouted, his voice trembling.
But there was no answer. Bob lay completely still—no sarcastic jokes, no rap lines, nothing. He was pure dead on the floor.
SMG4 and SMG3 gasped, tears but then smg4 and smg3 holding hands together welling in their eyes from the crushing grief. But as they looked back up at the looming shadow of Blue Hand, that sadness instantly turned into overwhelming, raw fury.
BZZZZT!
Bright, fiery yellow meme-energy erupted from both SMG4 and SMG3! blinding Super Saiyan-like Guardian Aura flared up around them, their eyes burning with intense rage as they let out a deafening, unified scream.
"YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" they roared together.
Without hesitation, the duo launched themselves forward at breakneck speed, unleashing a furious, explosive barrage of powered-up guardian attacks directly into Blue Hand's face!
BOOM! BAM! POW!
Blue Hand’s eyes widened in genuine shock! The leviathan stumbled back, completely overwhelmed by the sheer power of their combined rage. The rest of the crew watched in absolute awe—Mario standing in the back, his mouth wide open in stunned silence at the insane display of power.
Realizing he was taking too much damage from their unleashed aura, Blue Hand scoffed and let out a dark, wicked smirk. "This isn't over..." he growled.
A swirling black hole of dark shadow appeared beneath the monster, and before SMG4 and SMG3 could deliver the final blow, Blue Hand sank into the void, vanishing completely from the battlefield.
The heavy, chaotic energy in the air finally vanished. SMG4 and SMG3 landed on the ground, their fiery yellow aura slowly fading away as they let out long, exhausted sighs, panting heavily.
Looking down at their hands, still glowing with a faint, strange dark goo remnants from the fight, SMG4 gasped, wiping his forehead.
"Damn... that was a lot of energy..." SMG3 muttered, staring in disbelief at how intense their power had just spiked.
Before SMG4 and SMG3 could even process what had just happened, a quiet voice snuck up from right behind them.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" SMG3 shouted, jumping back and pulling out his bomb in a panic.
SMG4 turned around, completely confused. Standing right behind them was Gooze—
She casually tossed up a peace sign with her sharp-gloved hand.
"Oh... Oh yeah," Gooze chuckled, looking over the battlefield where Blue Hand had just disappeared. "It's totally defeat time for Blue Hand, right? Damn, no way you two actually did it! You were holding hands and using the powerful Meme Guardian energy!"
SMG4 and SMG3 both looked down at their hands... realizing they were still gripping each other tightly from their combined aura attack.
"BAH!" SMG3 let out a flustered yell, his cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment. He violently pulled his hand away, glaring at her while shouting, "WE WERE NOT HOLDING HANDS! IT WAS A SYNCHRONIZED POWER MOVE! WHO ARE YOU ANYWAY?! B-B-B-B-BAKA!!"
SMG4 cleared his throat, stepping in front of SMG3 to talk to Gooze. "Look, thanks for... whatever you're here for, but we need to check on our friend."
Later on, inside the castle, the atmosphere was dark and quiet. Up in SMG4's bedroom, Bob was resting in bed, bandaged up and recovering from the brutal crushing attack. Melony and Fishy Boopkins sat by his bedside, looking heartbroken and sad as they watched over him, hoping he would heal up soon.
Leaving the room quietly, SMG2, SMG3, and SMG4 walked down the hallway together, bringing Gooze along with them to figure out what was going on.
SMG2, still holding SMG1's hat tightly against her chest, looked up at Gooze with tired, tear-filled eyes.
"How... how did you get here, Gooze?" SMG2 asked quietly. "What do you know about Blue Hand and the Deep Web?" Gooze telling "because they a deep web virus of the 72 he has a group of them the being they fallen guardian.. huh?"
Down in the hallway, SMG4 paced back and forth, his brow furrowed with anxiety. "I just... I wonder about SMG1," he murmured, his voice heavy with guilt. "Where did she go? Is she really...?"
Before he could finish his thought, the door to the bedroom clicked open. Bob slowly shuffled out into the corridor.
Melony immediately rushed out behind him, her face twisted in a worried, slightly grumpy frown. "Bob, wait! You can't just get out of bed! You need to rest!"
SMG4 looked between them, completely confused. "Melony, what's going on? Should he even be walking?"
"I told him to wait for us!" Melony said, reaching out to grab his cloak. "He's still hurt!"
"CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?! YOU ALWA—!"
Now bob getting cough
Bob suddenly whipped around, shouting at the top of his lungs. But midway through his outburst, his voice glitched violently. He clutched his throat, breaking into a harsh, painful coughing
Everyone froze. Meggy gasped in total shock, while SMG4 and SMG3 stared with wide, horrified eyes.
When Bob finally straightened up, he didn't use his usual robotic, text-to-speech tone. His voice rang out in a completely normal, organic, human-like voice—deep, raw, and trembling with emotion. His glowing oval eyes flickered, changing from their usual chaotic style into a solid, serious white.
"What... what just happened to his voice?!" Meggy stammered.
Bob glared at them with pure, unfiltered rage. "I said BACK OFF!" he yelled in his real voice, the sheer seriousness shaking the hall.
Fishy Boopkins shrank back, whispering, "B-Bob? You... you sound so different..."
"I DON'T CARE!" Bob screamed, his serious voice echoing off the walls. But as soon as the words left his mouth, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. Bob gasped, grabbing his head in pain, looking deeply pensive and conflicted as if a whole new mindset was taking over his head.
Melony took a step closer, her anger melting into pure worry. "Bob..."
Without another word, Bob shoved his hands into his cloak, turned his back on everyone, and angrily stormed down the corridor.
Mario, Luigi, Meggy, Tari, and Saiko stood completely paralyzed in absolute shock.
"Did... did Bob just talk normally?!" Luigi squeaked, terrified.
"His mind changed..." SMG3 whispered, staring down the dark hallway where Bob had vanished. "Whatever Blue Hand did to him... it didn't just hurt his body. It changed him." Gooze telling "ah.. his change her mind uhh i don't know blue hand did it huh because his choke asphyxiation attacking her neck with bob"
Gooze shook her head, watching Bob walk away with a dark, heavy expression.
"Because he changed his mind," Gooze explained to SMG4, SMG2, and SMG3. "About what Blue Hand did to him... the monster choked him right after he took that near-fatal blow. Bob used to just be a trashy, ridiculous, self-proclaimed 'sexy' rapper... but after that? This trauma made him look mad, completely abandoning his old joke persona."
SMG4 and SMG3 gasped, a wave of profound disappointment and shock hitting them. They hated seeing their friend broken like this.
As Bob stormed out into the courtyard trying to find a way to fight back on his own terms, Gooze reached into her pocket. She pulled out a strange, glowing anti-virus USB stick and handed it over.
"Take this," Gooze said with a grumpy huff. "Good luck."
SMG3 smirked, grabbing the USB tight. "Heh, this might just save our skins."
The Showgrounds Showdown
A short while later, the entire gang assembled at the Showgrounds. SMG4, SMG2, SMG3, Meggy, Mario, Tari, Luigi, Saiko, Fishy Boopkins, Melony, and Bob stood waiting. Bob stood near the front, his eyes burning with serious rage, ready to throw hands with the Deep Web no matter what it cost him. Melony and Meggy looked at Bob with heavy, heartbroken expressions—disappointed and sad at how much he had changed.
Suddenly, the sky turned a dark, glitched violet.
A tear in reality split open, and the shadowy line-up of the Deep Web stepped through, waiting ominously: No. 15 Rebirth, No. 44 Tricky, No. 36 The Wiki, No. 57 Elk Clone, Blue Hand, and No. 72 Balloon.
Everyone gasped in absolute terror. SMG2 burst into tears, clutching SMG1's hat to her chest.
Then, stepping out from the front of the dark legion was the final figure.
It was No. 24 Whisper—the fallen SMG1. Her black eyes burned with dark code, her black scarf and cape flowing in the glitched wind, and her dark blue claw gleaming dangerously.
She looked at the horrified crew and let out a dark, wicked smirk.
"Miss me?"
SMG4 froze in utter shock, while Bob gritted his teeth, his white eyes narrowing in pure, murderous fury as the ultimate war against the Deep Web 72 began! Going to be fighting of war
[the end. The chapter 10 final coming soon]
(but bonus scene)
But then..
Meanwhile, far away from the chaotic confrontation at the Showgrounds, a dimly lit room sat quiet and filled with glowing monitors.
Gooze stood in front of a massive intelligence board, working away like a total spy. Notes, target photos, and tracking lines were pinned all over the screen as she typed rapidly into her console, monitoring every movement of the Deep Web members.
STEP... STEP... STEP...
The quiet room echoed with heavy footsteps. Mr. Puzzles
walked slowly into the room he paused by a small side table where his broken hat rested. His screen-face flickered with static, showing a pensive, unusually serious expression instead of his usual theatrical, energetic smile. He adjusted his coat collar and looked directly over at Gooze.
Mr. Puzzles said, his voice surprisingly low and grounded.
Gooze didn't even stop typing. She casually glanced over her shoulder at the TV-headed villain with a bored, unimpressed look on her face.
"Oh... yes?" Gooze replied coolly, crossing her arms. "Why are you here, TV guy?"
Mr. Puzzles took a slow step forward, his TV screen flickering with a cold, analytical static as he stared directly at her.
"I want to know who you really are," Mr. Puzzles demanded, his voice devoid of his usual dramatic showman flare.
Gooze raised an eyebrow, tilting her head in confusion. "What are you even talking about, TV guy?"
"Don't play dumb with me," Mr. Puzzles said, leaning in closer as his screen glitched slightly. "You don't fit into any of this. You look different from everyone else... but you're operating like some kind of god watching over a board."
Gooze scoffed, letting out a sharp laugh. "A god? Yeah, right. You're lying to yourself. I'm just doing my job."
"I AM NOT LYING!" Mr. Puzzles suddenly shouted, his TV screen flashing red as his voice echoed off the metallic walls of the room. He pointed a gloved finger directly at her intelligence monitor. "Tell me what's really happening! What is this 'Deep Web 72' construct?"
The smirk completely melted off Gooze's face. Her playful, bored expression shifted into something intensely serious and cold. She turned fully toward Mr. Puzzles, her eyes narrowing as the ambient light from the screens reflected off her outfit.
"You want to know?" Gooze said softly, her voice carrying a heavy, chilling weight. "Because it's pure corruption. Monsters. Horrors that shouldn't exist in this world. And now... they've even turned one of the guardians into a fallen angel."
She looked back at the monitor screen displaying No. 24 Whisper's glitched profile, her gloved fist tightening.
"I'm here to protect this world... alongside my friends. And I won't let the Deep Web tear it apart."
Mr. Puzzles looked away, his TV screen dimming as a quiet, pensive static washed over his face. He stared down at his gloved hands, his voice dropping into a rare, vulnerable tone.
"...It's been a long time since I've seen my brother," Mr. Puzzles murmured softly.
Gooze blinked, her serious expression softening just a bit as she processed his words. "Wait... brother? Are you talking about that mean balloon guy?"
Mr. Puzzles nodded slowly.
"Oh..." Gooze said, connecting the dots as she looked back at her monitor. "You mean No. 72 Balloon... he's your brother?"
"Yes," Mr. Puzzles sighed, a flicker of old memories glitching across his screen. "From a long time ago... back in our childhood."
Suddenly, Mr. Puzzles snapped his head back toward Gooze, his eyes lighting up on his display as he stepped even closer. His serious, intense tone returned, but this time with a strange sense of wonder.
"But back to you! Don't you see it?!" Mr. Puzzles insisted, gesturing toward her with open hands. "Look at yourself! You aren't just some ordinary spy! You look like an Angel... you look like a Meme Guardian!"
Gooze gasped softly, her eyes widening in genuine surprise.
"Oh..." she whispered, caught completely off guard by his words as the realization hung heavy in the quiet room.
...
Mr. Puzzles leaned in closer, his screen flashing with rapid, glitchy patterns as he tried to piece together her mysterious past.
"Think about it!" Mr. Puzzles said, pointing toward her. "You have your own distinct guardian energy... but you used to exist back in the past, in N/Y! There's a whole backstory behind what you were before all of this!"
Gooze crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow with an unbothered, deadpan expression. "...And?" she asked flatly. "What's your point, TV guy?"
Mr. Puzzles stared at her, his screen flickering as he looked past her usual tough spy persona. He could tell she was completely different from the rest of the SMG crew, carrying a much older, deeper origin.
"My point is... 'Gooze' isn't who you originally were," Mr. Puzzles said softly, his voice dropping into a dead-serious tone. "You have a real name... the name from before you became a guardian."
Gooze froze, her cool smile disappearing as a sudden silence fell over the room.
Gooze took a slow step back, her eyes wide with total shock. The room went deathly quiet except for the quiet hum of the monitors behind her.
"...How do you know that?" Gooze asked, her voice dropping into a tense, wary whisper. "No one is supposed to know about N/Y or who I was before."
Mr. Puzzles adjusted his fedora hat, a strange, theatrical glint flickering across his digital screen. His expression shifted from quiet contemplation to an intense, calculating look.
"Because I observe everything, my dear," Mr. Puzzles said softly, pacing across the room. "You try to act like just another rogue spy or a passing ally... but your energy signature isn't like the rest of them. It's ancient. It's structured."
He stopped right in front of her, pointing at her cyan-and-grey outfit.
"That isn't just streetwear or tactical gear, Gooze," Mr. Puzzles declared, his voice echoing through the room. "That is a modified set of Guardian Meme Armor! You used to wear it proudly before you cast your old title aside... didn't you?"
Gooze's breath caught in her throat. She looked down at her glowing cyan belt emblem, her gloved fingers trembling slightly as her deepest secret was laid out right in front of her.
Mr. Puzzles pointed his finger dramatically, his screen flashing bright red as he let out a loud, triumphant shout.
"Your name isn't 'Gooze' at all! Your true, real title is... GMA11!"
The silence in the room broke. Instead of running away or getting mad, a sharp, knowing smirk spread across her face. She let out a light chuckle.
"Hehehe... you're right, TV man," she admitted, relaxing her shoulders. "It is GMA11. 'Gooze' is just a nickname I use."
GMA11 tossed a glowing, golden USB drive lightly into the air, holding her sharp clawed hand out to catch it. Her eyes narrowed as her cool, playful expression shifted into something far darker and more mysterious. A black, glitched speech bubble appeared as she asked quietly:
"For what..."
Mr. Puzzles tilted his screen-head, his eyes narrowing as he watched the glowing anti-virus USB levitate above her hand.
"For what?" Mr. Puzzles repeated, his voice low. "For hiding your true identity from SMG4 and the others? Or... for giving them that USB drive?"
GMA11 caught the USB drive softly in her hand, her smirk widening.
"For everything," GMA11 whispered softly, slipping the drive away. "Because when the Deep Web 72 finally strike... everyone will have to play their part in this war. Even a forgotten Meme Guardian like me I help it."
Mr puzzle said "Enily..."
Mr. Puzzles stared at her for a long moment before letting out a soft, dramatic laugh of his own. The true identity of GMA11 was out—and the real battle for the Deep Web was only just beginning.
[end of bonus]
