SMG34 onshot: The Beginning of Deep Hatred (Hanahaki disease AU)

The Beginning of Deep Hatred

Ever since they met, SMG3 admired SMG4, both his videos and his effort, he would never admit it, but that's how he felt. Instead, 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 feelings, so he ends 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 the path of 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.

...

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.

...

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....