Wrong Talents/Talentos Incorrectos [Smg4 Fanfic (Esp/Eng)]

It was all my fault.

(English Version / Versión Inglés) 👇

The day was just beginning and it was sunny, along with the blue sky with white, fluffy clouds like cotton. The wind was fresh and the sounds of nature were noticeable. Without a doubt it was a great day to have relaxing activities such as breaks, having fun with friends and among other things without having any worry that something bad is going to happen. The day was completely calm and normal.

Smg3 left the Internet Graveyard with the help of his phone, creating a portal to go directly to look for Meggy, who was surely training as she did most of the time around the Showgrounds. He wanted to ask her for help with a notebook that was recently given to him but he did not understand its contents. And in order not to frustrate his day, he decided to go with the most "sane" person in that place.

After a long time of looking for her, he found her, or well, so he thought.

"Oi, Meggy. I was wondering if you could help me with... Something... What the hell?" He stopped in an instant when he realized that the person he was talking to wasn't Meggy, it was... Smg4 disguised as the squid girl?

"Oh, I'm sorry, Smg3. Meggy isn't here. It's inside the castle." Smg4 clarified with the white and gray clothing similar to the one Meggy wore, he even wore her beanie which was very appreciated by her! Smg4 not only looked different, it acted different too. He was putting up some obstacles like cones, tires... Cameras? Why would he put cameras as obstacles? And among other things that he didn't identify very well, but Smg3 noticed that they were in a very bad position despite having zero knowledge about the squid girl's training.

"Ehh.. Smg4. What's going on? Why are you doing Meggy's job? Why do you look like that? Why the hell are you acting like that!?" He's voice sounded desperate for not having answers to what was happening in front of his eyes.

"What are you talking about, Smg3? I only do what I know how to do best: Splatfest training for newbies." He explained with a big friendly smile, raising his thumb in approval.

Just after saying that, three kids who Smg3 must assume were the rookies arrived.

"Oh. Right on time, guys! I finished organizing the first activity of today's training. It's something simple: you just have to avoid the obstacles that you find in your path and when you reach the goal you have to take the handkerchief that is on that tree and give it to me." Saying this he pointed to the tree and a handkerchief color blue hung from a branch. "Simple, right?" He questioned with a pleasant and proud smile.

The children began the test with some distrust. "It must be easy" that's what they thought.

Well, it wasn't easy, the paths were crossed and it was difficult to identify which is which. And the obstacles were too many, there were more objects than land to walk on. They bumped into each other and every time they tripped something fell on them, and it was always the cameras, what were those things doing there!? In the end the boys ended up exhausted and hurt by the excess of objects that their "teacher" had placed. No one could cross the finish line and grab the handkerchief.

Smg3 who was still standing watching all that disaster still couldn't believe what was happening. Poor children, even he felt sorry for them! Smg4 was definitely not an expert trainer but why was he doing it?

"Uhh.. guys, I'm sorry. I think I should learn more about how to place those objects." He apologized sadly, watching the boys get up from the ground.

"Did you say "I'm sorry"? YOU SAID "I'M SORRY"!? We got hurt because of you! You are not a good trainer and you are inexperienced in the Splatfest." One of the rookies exclaimed angrily while the others agreed.