My Favorite Flower-An SMG34 Fan-fiction

Chapter 6-My apologies

SMG3 laid on his bed that was stained with blood, no matter how many times he'd washed it. Egg-Dog started to seem concerned about the stains, but SMG3 had to say it was either jam, ketchup or tomato juice, which was an obvious lie. Egg-Dog was kind of stupid, so of course he'd believe it, although, he'd stick by SMG3 after he was done coughing and puking in the bathroom. It brightened SMG3's mood a bit more than usual, and he'd help SMG3 fall asleep. SMG3 felt normal for once.

2:42 AM
-SMG3 POV-
BUZZ!!
I picked up my phone with half-lidded eyes. It was a text from SMG4.

SMG4: I'm sorry for everything. I really feel bad about how I keep yelling at you and hurting you, making you feel like a pathetic human being, telling you to fix yourself, I never meant any of it. It's nothing personal...okay maybe it is, but I tried to make you feel like I was superior. I felt like I ruled over you in those moments, but I regret everything I did to you. I really hope we can talk this out. I'm really really sorry. You don't have to forgive me, but a response would at least be nice. Sorry for the late text. 💙💙"

This is just great. Now he's expecting a response from me. Such a pity, though. He can wait.

I threw my phone to the end of the bed. Egg-Dog blinked and snuggled up next to me.
"Sorry, did I startle you? I'm just having a rough night. That's all." I held the dog in my arms, and he snuggled onto my stomach. I stared at the ceiling, thinking of what I should respond to SMG4 with. Something nice? Cruel? Honest? Boopkins always said something like
"Honesty is the best policy." I hated that fish, and I wanted to gut him so bad, but for once, maybe he was right. I'll text him when I wake up next.

   9:25 AM

   I woke up after a few more hours of rest, and I'd felt like I was missing something. Oh right. The text. I picked my phone up from the end of the bed, and I had started to type what was on my mind.

SMG3: "You know, it's actually funny for after 2 weeks of ignoring me, cutting me off and probably talking shit about me to the whole cast, you now come here texting me, saying you don't need to be forgiven, but in reality, you want to be forgiven. Once you are, you'll betray me over and over again. It's a continuous cycle, SMG4, and I've seen it happen. You called me pathetic, kicked me down, saying I had flaws and that I had needed to be fixed. You can't just make me do that by threatening me. And in those moments, yes, you may have felt superior to me, but now I know I can finally speak my mind. You've been nothing but an asshole for the past month, hurting the cast, giving Tari panic attacks that become worse every time, it's a whole thing. I think the only person who needs to fix themself is you. It's not just me that has flaws, but it's you. You're self-centered, pathetic, pitiful, and I don't think this is going to work if you keep acting like this. When you are actually sorry, come talk to me in person. No hitting, no yelling, just a normal talk. Goodbye."

    Finally, after typing that, I'd felt relieved, a brand new person was born. Egg-Dog wagged his tail as he and I hopped off of the bed. I walked over to the kitchen to grab new food for Egg-Dog. Empty. I threw the empty bag into the trash and went through the cupboard to try and find more dog food. Nothing.

  Oh no. This means I have to go out to the store and get new food. I pinched the bridge of my nose. I really didn't plan on going out of the internet graveyard today, but I guess it was bound to happen sometime soon. I put Egg-Dog on a leash and opened the door. God, this would be one hell of a journey...

   Upon stepping into the pet shop, Egg-Dog walked next to me on his leash. He was afraid of anybody else who wasn't the SMG4 cast. I picked up the bag and placed it in the basket. We had walked over to the cashier, who was then about to scan it, but then she stopped.
     "Do you have a pet or do you just identify as an animal?"
         "What the fuck?! What kind of question is that? I have a pet!" I picked up Egg-Dog and showed the cashier woman. She nodded and scanned it. Damn, society was really messed up. People now identify as animals. I had scanned my card. Accepted. "Have a good day, Miss." I waved goodbye to her, but she didn't wave back. God, that was probably a first impression, but it's not her fault she had to ask that question, I guess. Society is doomed.