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Ever since they met, SMG3 admired SMG4, both his videos and his effort, he would never admit it, but that's how he felt. But, he decided to go down a path of rivalry, was there any better way to surpass his greatest inspiration? If there was another he didn't knew it, SMG3 wasn't the best at acknowledging his own feelings, so he ended up acting like he hates him when in reality all he wanted was some of his attention. Since SMG4 found out that his counterpart opted for plagiarizing his content, he didn't take it well at all, and was left with the first impression that SMG3 wanted to do him less, and thus causing a complicated rivalry to blossom. On 3's part, this was a great option since it helped him to completely ignore those romantic feelings that threatened to grow for his rival.
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The afternoon was quiet, SMG3 was working on the next idea for his show 'Dr. SMG3', he thought about working on the messed up relationship that Bowser and his son have. Especially since he's had him imprisoned for a month in his basement. As he organized his dialogues and papers he had on his desk, he remembered how some months ago he tried to steal the internet from the whole Mushroom kingdom, a whole group went after him, but among all SMG4, he knew that most probably the girls found his location, but deep inside he felt happy for the fact that SMG4 always managed to cross his path even if it was to stop his unnecessarily stupid plans.
Before he himself tried to stop smiling softly, a small feeling of suffocation began to fill his throat, he coughed slightly in case it was just a little saliva that got stuck in his throat. But it was not. The more he caught, the more he felt like he couldn't breathe, until it came out. A petal, dark carmine covered by the same color of his own blood, came out of her throat. ‘The fuck…?’ He thought to himself. He hadn't seen, let alone eaten, any flowers. Whatever the explanation, he didn't have time to worry now, so he wiped the blood off next to the petal and quickly headed to the recording set of his show, which lately hasn't been very well received, so he couldn't fuck it up this time.
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SMG3 tried to calm down, but now that the cameras stopped streaming live he felt his world slowly coming crashing down on him, Bowser Jr. was beating up his father for the parental neglect involved in the relationship, but 3 couldn't care less now that his show had been cancelled.
'It's got to be some kind of joke...' SMG3 thought as he returned home, his hands empty as he had torn into pieces the paper confirming the cancellation of his show just before leaving the set in a bad manner. When he got home (secret base), all he wanted to do was sleep it off, maybe tomorrow he would think about what he was going to do now that he was unemployed.
Just as he reached the edge of his bed, his throat closed up again, if it was another fucking petal, he swore he was going to kill someone, but the sudden and painful feeling of something pointy on throat made him fall to his knees on the floor, clutching his nightstand as he coughed uncontrollably. The new factor of the little spikes were scaring him to death, his combined frustration and fear made tears fall down his cheeks desperately.
When another petal and small thorns came out with more blood than before from his lips, he collapsed on the floor, crying as he held himself in a solitary embrace that tried to calm him down. The taste of his own blood in his mouth gave him chills. Was this a punishment, for resorting to violence and crime just to outdo SMG4? Maybe he was doing it all wrong, and only then did he understand and assimilate why everyone perceived him as an irredeemable villain most of the time, when all he wanted was to be someone or simply better than SMG4.
The sound of his cell phone vibrating brought him out of his thoughts, a notification announcing that SMG4 had uploaded a new video made his confusion and melancholy turn into anger....
...Towards himself, for continuing where he always was, below and many more steps behind than SMG4, more than usual even, it was humiliating to think, but it was the truth. He was lying on the floor of his room like a loser, crying for how useless and impotent he felt in that instant, while his greatest rival kept advancing in big steps, leaving him behind by far. This way he wasn't going to get better than anyone, if he stayed where he was and did nothing, he would most likely even be forgotten soon....
SMG3 is very stubborn, even now when luck didn't seem to be on his side, he had a way to pull himself together. He had the funds, the experience and most importantly, the determination to start his own company, because, if SMG4 was making good videos on his own, maybe he could make a much better project if he gets a capable team and the necessary production. That's what he was going to do, he was going to get back on his feet, as he had always been doing, ready to start his new project to surpass SMG4 and this time he felt like he would succeed. Nothing could go wrong.
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A few months later, his own production set was up and running, he had so many ideas for new videos, but one thing was for sure, Mario would come and he could gain quite few views on his first day of production alone. SMG3 turned to look at the confused red Italian, looking for the spaghetti he had been promised, suspecting that he had fallen into a trap and would probably die there. "Hello Mario…” the red plumber screamed in surprise “SMG3!?” “Welcome to my..."
The site lights came on, illuminating the duo inside the building. "PRODUCTION STUDIO!" Mario looked in awe at the great accomplishment of the usually villain of the week. He saw the 'Snich productions' symbol feeling as if he had seen it before, but let it go, taking the time to admire the different recording sets. But then remembered what he was here for. "Can I have my spaghetti now?"
SMG3 ignored him and began talking about his accomplishment. “Ever since DR. SMG3 got cancelled.” He explained with a small tv that pop up from the ceiling. “I decided to start my own production company!” Then he mumbled: “one better than SMG4’s stupid productions company…” Mario seems slightly interested in his backstory, but his main priority was getting food. “Cool! But I was promised spaghetti. Gimme spaghetti.” SMG3 stood right where he was, pointed to a table in the distance and replied in his usual tone. "Oh, why Mario… it's already here! Waiting for you."
As usual Mario went to the red pasta dish and devoured it in mere seconds as SMG3 reached for him after laughing as his Olán seems to be working. “Hehe… did you like that spaghetti?” Mario nodded happily. "There's more where that came from, Because you’re officially invited as guest on my show... SPICY ONES!!!" Mario, happy to receive more of his favorite food nodded. Mario looked quite happy knowing he’ll get some food if he just made some silly videos with SMG3.
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Everything was going according to plan, SMG3 was getting views and likes on the videos Mario was helping him make, at this rate, he would very soon catch up or even better, surpass SMG4, and maybe finally finally get his respect in the process- "Whatever you're doing, I'm here to stop you SMG3!" He turned to where the sound of the mysterious voice was coming from. "Who... who are you?" The figure steadied himself on the roof where he stood, intimidating him slightly. "I am, Batman!"
Mario, who had been watching the strange encounter finally managed to recognize the person behind the Batman-shaped piece of cardboard. "Oh look. it's SMG4! :D" The blue man in white stumbled at being spotted and fell face first to the floor, as SMG3 looked on unimpressed, the thought that again SMG4 thought he was up to some evil plan disappointed him. "Oh, it's just you..." He obviously didn't want him here anymore for now. "Security!"
The meme boy lying on the ground quickly got up to immediately run from the two guards after him. "HEY! Mario. Help me stop SMG3!" Mario was finishing his spaghetti plate as he answered his friend. "Why? But SMG3 isn't doing anything wrong.?" SMG4, worried about his assumptions of his rival ran faster now that he didn't have the help he needed. "HE IS! I JUST KNOW IT!” Mario brush it off and just excused himself with his new coworker. ‘Sorry ‘bout him SMG3 he’s a special boi.”
SMG3 watched as SMG4 went through each recording set, accidentally ruining one by one as he tried to escape, causing him to slowly panic at the thought that, of all people, he would be the one responsible for the possible destruction of his hard work. "STOP! PLEASE! YOU’RE RUINING EVERYTHING!" SMG4 didn't stop when he heard it, only realizing what he was causing and then more determinedly continued destroying the set, this time with every intention of ruining SMG3's supposed plan, something put up as an excuse to hide that he really felt jealous of his rival this one finally catching up to him in popularity.
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After Isabelle and Sans blew SMG3's new set to smithereens, he could do nothing but fall to his knees watching all his effort destroyed by none other than SMG4 and then holding back tears from escaping his eyes. "Nice try. But once again, your evil plan has been foiled!" “...” There was no response, SMG3 was in shock. "I said: once again, your evil plan has been foiled!" He began to sob, feeling lost and humiliated, not even trying to turn to SMG4, being that, if he did, he would not recognize him as the same person he swore to overcome once upon a time.
All these heavy thoughts were silenced again when he felt that hateful suffocating feeling again, worse than ever this time. It didn't feel like a petal, now it seemed to be something much worse, making him cough desperately and uncontrollably. Everything around him disappeared, leaving him alone at this moment when he swore by everything he knew that he was going to die in the most humiliating way possible.
But finally it came out, the cause of his constant pain since the last months of his life. A carmine red rose also stained by the similar color of his own blood, lying in front of him delicately. SMG3 was trying to figure out what the fuck just happened while also rethinking all the emotions he was feeling at that moment. He tried to calm down, but the sudden sound of footsteps approaching him at that instant made him come to his senses and finally let himself be consumed by his anger, frustration and desire for revenge.
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SMG4 approached his counterpart, somewhat worried, he had no idea what was going on, but strangely, the last thing he wanted was for SMG3 to die at that moment... He wanted to help him.
The way SMG3 looked at SMG4 every time he came to fuck up his life from time to time didn't reflect seriousness or hatred, it made him remember how all this rivalry they've been having for the past 9 years was nothing more than a whims that didn't seem like it would go any further.
But the way SMG3 turned to look at him at that moment mortified him. There was not the slightest positive feeling behind his eyes, not even a small smile on his lips, the only thing that grew in his expression was the desire for revenge against what he had just done to him. SMG3 stood where he was and turned to face his enemy.
"Are you satisfied...?" SMG4 felt a shiver go down his back as he heard the cold tone in which SMG3 spoke to him. He tried to apologize, to say something, whatever, but fear had caused a lump in his throat that only left him to stutter out his words. "N-no- I... I'm sorry-".
"You think that means something to me now!?" SMG4 hadn't noticed the rose in SMG3's hands until he roughly threw it at him, soiling his white overalls with traces of his blood. "Tell me SMG4, are you proud now!" 3 pointed to a small misshapen meme buried beneath the remains of the set. "I don't have any more views than you, IS THAT ENOUGH FOR YOU? OR ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP TAKING EVERYTHING I HAVE LEFT!?" The two enemies had tears falling from their cheeks at this point. "You will only care now that you will have consequences for your actions...?" SMG4 blinked in confusion. "Consequences...? What-?" "I'll be the worst villain if that's what this world wants me to be...?" Heart breaking, SMG3 sighed heavily then disappeared.
Mario appeared from behind some set debris, trembling as he hesitated whether it was safe to approach or not. "Is... Is he gone...?" SMG4 looked down at the rose in his hands, now staining his white gloves with blood, thinking about what all this could mean. "Yeah..."
"But he'll be back..." SMG4 thought a bit about the stupid adventures SMG3 gave him the chance to go on in the past. "I don't know if that's good..." the image of his rival's expression of pure hatred replayed in his mind. "Or terribly dangerous for everyone..."