"Does anybody like me...? Everybody likes THEM."

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by jshubofchaos

by jshubofchaos

[DigDug's POV]
It's been weeks, no, years, no, AT LEAST A DECADE since somebody said something positive to me. Nowadays, the only thing people do is just...look at me. I can't tell if it's in a good or bad way, it just seems neutral. I was taking a walk, but I got shoved to the side by someone. "Move it, you're in the way!" I stumbled. What was that for?! I wanted to find out what was so important for that stranger to just randomly shove me, so I decided to follow. When I got there, I looked in the middle of all that was happening, and what I saw....it...it hurt....

[3rd Person POV]
DigDug froze at the sight. Right there, in the middle of that crowd, was one of the Pookas,seemingly getting all the love and praise. Even the mascot of the company DigDug belonged to himself, Pac-Man, was complementing them, as if the Pooka was the main character of their game instead of the bad guy, and DigDug was not.

[DigDug's POV]
"You're pretty awesome for a circle, just like me!" "I'm surprised you're not as popular as Pac-Man, you really deserve it!" "You're so cool!" All those words...I wished they were directed at me. But they were directed at the 'villian'. Were the Pookas stealing the spotlight because they want revenge for what I've done to them? I didn't want to do that stuff. I didn't want to make their guts spill out from too much air pressure or crush them with rocks. I didn't want them to see me as a remorseless, sadistic murderer out to massacre their kind. I didn't want it to be this way. I had no choice though. To those sickos, entertainment isn't good if it involves violence. I guess they still think I do it for fun, even after all the times I've sobbed and gotten on my knees and begged for forgiveness. Maybe that's why people don't talk to me anymore. They think I'm the villain of my game. I never was. I never wanted to be. They probably hate me.
Everyone lied to me.
Everyone hates me.
I'm the villain now, aren't I?
...
Why do I still try?
Why do I still try to be happy in a world where noone likes me?
Is there any point anymore?
Maybe I just need to kill myself.
Maybe I'll be happy then.
Plus, I don't think anyone would care.
Death is the best option.
I'm not gonna live forever, why not speed it up?

//A/N//
//hey, hope y'all liked this random angst oneshot thingy I wrote (its not really a oneshot, but-), I just decided "yes let's make angst out of the fact that Pookas are more loved than DigDug himself, despite being the e n e m y"//
//if you wanna try and help the poor drill man out of his depression, you can start an rp in the comments, so yeah//
//bye bye//

[502 words, including A/N]