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Smg3 sat on the edge of his bed inside his secret room, in his coffee and bombs Cafe. He sat there for a long time. Hours maybe, he lost track after blanking staring at the wall for so long.
The days seemed to all be blurring into one, and 3 could feel himself slipping further and further away from reality, isolating himself from his friends. Again.
A silent tear rolled down 3s cheek, which was quickly wiped away with the sleeve of his overalls. It was no use though. Smg3 scrunched his eyebrows in annoyance as his vision became foggy, clouded as more tears rolled down.
He hated this. Just feelings, in general. He couldn't regulate his emotions, so he just shoved them away, ignoring his problems, however it always came back to bite him in the ass.
3 sunk to the floor, a small sob escaping his lips. That was his breaking point. Everything then came tumbling out. Smg3 sat on the floor, eyes leaking, body shaking and breathing unsteady.
"F-fuck..." He cursed between sobs. What the hell was wrong with him!? He probably looked pathetic as shit right now. 3 brung his head down sharply, banging it on the wall. He didn't actually mean to do that, but the jolt of pain flipped a switch somewhere inside him.
Dark thoughts quickly spread like weeds, consuming his mind. Maybe... no, that'd be... 3 turned and thrusted open his side table draw, yanking out a pocket knife, which he flicked open.
Smg3 hesitated for a second, before rolling up his sleeve and bringing the blade down to his wrists. In a swift movement he sliced his inner wrist, and blood began leaking out the fresh wound.
Not enough. It's not enough. "Fucking- weak" he hissed, slicing again. And again. It wasn't deep enough. It wasn't good enough. He wasn't good enough.
3 cut himself again, pressing the knife to his skin more aggressively. He hit the beans. A strange kind of relief washed over him for a mere second, feeling accomplished in a way. A weird way.
Smg3 was broken from his train of thoughts as he heard the bell ring, of someone entering the Cafe. "Smg3?" The voice was unmistakably Smg4’s.
Panic arose in 3, as he scrambled to rub his eyes, rushing into the bathroom. He splashed his face with water, and tried to wash off the blood from his bloody wrist. Big mistake. "Fuck!"
The pain was immediate, a stinging burning sensation. Unfortunately 4 had heard 3 curse, and 3 could hear the click clacking of the bookshelf door mechanism opening. He pushed his sleeve down and jumped onto his bed, pretending he had been writing in his notebook.
4 opened the door and saw 3 on his bed, to which he walked over, only to see his face was puffy and red. "Have- have you been crying...?" 4 asked expression softening into one of genuine concern. 3 looked away in response, a mix of anger and embarrassment.
4 scooted closer to 3, putting his hand beside his companion. 3 flinched his hand away, covering his arm with the opposite hand. "What do you want" said Smg3. He'd tried to say it menacingly, but his voice broke mid sentence. God...
"I want to make sure your okay 3..." Smg4 comforted, grabbing the both of 3s hands. He noticed a smear of blood on the sleeve of Smg3’s overalls. "What the...?" He murmured.
Before 3 could react 4 lifted up the fabric, revealing 3s semi-bloody and fresh cuts. When he realised what was happening 3 yanked his arm back shoving the sleeve down. But it was too late. 4 had seen them. Seen what he'd done to himself.
Smg3 honestly didn't know what he expected to happen next, but it wasn't for 4 to pull him into a tight hug. "I- I’m so sorry- i- I didn't- know..." 4 whispered in 3s ear, pulling him closer, tears now forming in his eyes.
Smg3 sat still, unresponsive as 4 squeezed him tightly. When Smg4 finally released him, 3 was shaking. 4 smudged away his tears. “Stop looking at me like that…” Smg3 mumbled, looking down. “-in pity. Like I’m some sad charity case or a depressed loser. I don’t want your sympathy man.”
4 looked into 3’s eyes sadly. “I- I’m sorry… I’m not trying to, it’s just… I can’t believe I didn’t notice. I should’ve seen the signs, I could’ve been there for you three! I want to help you, like how you’ve helped me in so many ways before. You just- you mean so much to me 3, more then you know, and I don’t want to see you suffering, in pain like this. I can’t lose you three, your too important.”
Smg3 meet 4’s gaze at last, and let out a small smile. “Thanks… it means a lot coming from you, I needed to hear that…” Smg4 leaned over, and grabbed 3’s hand “anytime~ now come on let me help you wash these, and find some cream to put on”
4 lead 3 into the bathroom, and felt 3’s breath hitch as they both noticed the blood stained knife he’d tossed to the floor. With hesitation, Smg4 kicked the knife away. “It’s… it’ll be okay.” He said, to both Smg3 and himself.
Three pulled him sleeve up to wash it, and Smg4 got a proper look at it for the first time. It was worse than he’d assumed. Harsh cut lines went all the way up the inner wrist, and some were pretty deep, hitting beans. That was going to scar…
Smg3 noticed 4’s starring, and became flustered, humiliated that his former rival was just standing there, looking at his self harm wounds. Physical proof of his self hatred. And 4 was seeing it. Seeing all the feelings he’d tried to hide for so long.
“This might string a bit” Smg4 said gently, pulling 3’s hand under the trickling warm water, running his fingers over the lines, cleaning them out. Smg3 let in a sharp inhale, it felt like his skin was being pricked with a thousand burning needles.
“Ah! Sorry sorry, I’ll try be more careful!” Smg4 nervously gasped as 3 hissed in pain. “No no, it’s not you… your- being really gentle- shit I’m just an idiot”
Smg4 turned off the tap, and began dabbing 3’s hand dry with a hand towel. “Your not an idiotic 3- well I mean sometimes you can be a bit of a prick- never mind, I mean, you just have a lot of emotions bottled up inside you it seems, and they just overflowed.” “Pfft, yeah and poured out all over you, making a huge mess that you now gotta clean up.”
Smg4 rummaged in the cluttered bathroom stalls then pulled out a healing ointment. “I’m glad I can help 3. I can’t imagine what you must’ve been feeling then, or what’d happen if I never came over here to ask you out…” Smg3 stopped for a second as his brain processed what he’d just heard. “You- came over here to… what?” Smg4 stopped too, just as he’d closed the cream again. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously “ha- I uh… surprise? Sorry I know it’s a really bad timing for it all and everything, and I don’t mean expect you to feel the same way but I-” Smg4’s babbling was cut off as Smg3 kissed him unexpectedly. When 4 realised what was happening he kissed him back happily.
They released from the kiss, both meme guardians blushing like dumb high schoolers. “I- I like you too 4. For a while now I guess. I just never knew how to deal with it all, so I tried to ignore it. That didn’t turn out well though, ha!” He joked motioning to his arm. “God, 3 don’t say that!!! Please, don’t joke about that kind of stuff” “heh, yeah.. too soon I suppose” Smg3 smiled nervously, pulling his sleeve down
Smg4 grabbed both of 3’s hands again. “Can I call you my boyfriend?” This caught 3 off guard, and he blushed. “Well uh- only if I can call you my boyfriend as well! And if- if anyone asks, I was the one that asked you out!!!” A flustered Smg3 managed to say. “B-Baka!” “okay fine~” Smg4 beamed, holding 3’s hand as the two laughed, heading out.