Random OC Events

The Doubters

"You'll never be any good at anything."

"That's not true! When I grow up, I'll be the best at everything!"

"Nobody likes you."

"Shut up! I have friends!"

"If that's true, then where are they now?"

"Come on, kid, everyone tells me you're the smartest person in the school. Now why don't you show that on your project? You had two weeks for this, and you still didn't work on it until these last few days. Come on, man, you can do better."

"I'm sorry, Mr [FILE CORRUPTED]. I'll try harder next time."

"Just you wait, asshole! When I grow up, I'll actually be someone, not stuck in this town like you, because I'm gonna finish high-school and go to college, unlike you!"

"You're funny. I'm planning those things, too. Except unlike you, I'm actually going to do better. I'll make better money than you ever will with your minimum wage! You pathetic. Piece. Of. Shit!"

"..."

"What's that? No smart comeback? I thought you were the smartest person in the school. Guess what everyone said about you is true. You really are just pathetic."

The boy sat in his bed and cried. Why did everyone hate him...? Nobody seemed to like him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change that. Even his teachers seemed to hate him...

He heard a knock on the door and watched as his mom came in.

"You doing okay, son?"

"I'm fine, ma. Just allergies."

His mother crossed her arms. "I wasn't born yesterday. I know what crying looks like. Now tell me what's wrong."

"...why does everyone hate me?"

His mom's face fell and she rushed over to comfort her child. "Not everyone hates you, sweetie. I love you, your dad loves you, even your siblings love you."

He looked at his mother with red, tear-filled eyes. "[FILE REMOVED] doesn't, and you know it!"

"Your brother is...complicated."

The boy stared into the mirror behind his mother, and made up his mind.

Later that night, the boy sat on top of the library, staring at all the lights of the city. He'd been writing on a piece of paper, and tucked it into his pocket, before jumping from the edge.

The boy woke up in a black void, a weird object floating in front of him. He couldn't quite see what it was, since everything was blurred, but he thought it was...speaking to him.

"Power...." it whispered in his mind.

"I-I'm sorry? Could you repeat that?"

"Power!" It shouted more clearly.

The boy didn't understand. What power?

"I can give you power beyond imagine, beyond belief, if you accept it."

The boy's mind rushed with possibilities.

"What kind of power?"

The object floated into view, and he realised it wasn't just one object...it was shifting between several different objects. It had no fixed form.

"Anything you want...just pick a form, and it shall be yours."

The boy stared intently at it...and smiled. A cold...cruel smile.

"Give me the power to make them pay. To make everybody pay!"

And so the object finally chose its shape, then floated towards the boy. "Once you touch me, your physical form will be bound to me."

But the boy ignored it. He reached out and touched the object, placing it upon his head. His body began to change, and when he woke up...he was ready to begin.