Nobody's Boy [Book One]

Chapter Eight - Nobody's Conquest

Do I have a plan?

Of course not.

So how do I ruin their lives? I shouldn't feel pity, first of all. They aren't real, this little zone will crumble and I'll be in my real world again. I won't bother thinking of how I got here, I know my mental limitations well. I'll just think of it as cool lore to tell neighbourhood kids about when I'm old and dusty. I think the most effective and non-extreme way is ruining their plans.

I'll put a stop to the adoption-

Wait... Hadn't that happened already while I was blacked out? And I can realistically expect a mother who abandoned me to fight for custody of me. So... I could... ruin their reputation! Yes! I can also make them despise me and not want me! If I make them hate me, it will be easy to then create an image of being an abused child and then turn everyone against them.

Um, how do I go about this? I need to be enough of a menace for them to send me off to an orphanage or something... Will that be enough to ruin their story though? or maybe I just need to make an exit. Hm... No, I'm gonna ruin the story just to be safe.

Wait, if this is not real, where are the real ones? Maybe I'll meet them when I get rid of these ones. All of this is making me forget how much I hate them, but knowing this is all just fake, I don't really ... feel angry. I'd rather hurry up and meet the real ones. But in the meantime, I could still have my fun with the fakes. Then when I'm 'home' again, I can handle things more logically.

What an adventure this is.

The boy got dressed in a simple polo and pants, he then tied his hair back with its own strands. He left his room and explored his new stage, planning out each move as the moment comes. He no longer looks up at the maids, preferring to keep his head down to protect his heart from failure.

He still could not make any moves, however. Yes, it's all fake.

But as a real boy, he has his limitations. How to do this? How to do that? The art of manipulation doesn't come naturally. Should he pee in Franco's shoes then act like a kitten when Franco reacts harshly? [No... That's gross.] ....

[I'll do it.]

[Naturally, they'll suspect me, right? Wait... Yeah. They will.]

The boy sneaked around, looking for the master bedroom. It would be great if someone saw him as well, easier for Franco to blame him. Ah, and yes, he'll need to have his phone recording at the right time and angle.

[Those people should be elsewhere at this time of the day. Why? Well, it just makes sense for busy folk like them.]

As the boy peaked around yet another bend, he saw his destination!

The double door room, maybe master. He had his eureka moment as Franco and Loralie exited together, dressed up nicely. But the current issue is them interrupting his bad deeds. The boy looked around frantically but if he ran, he wouldn't be able to hide anywhere fast enough.

What to do?!

Ah! That one nonsense scene from high school singalong! The boy stuck to the wall and held his breath as his 'parents' turned the corner and walked past him obliviously. In his heart, he repeated "Can't see me, Can't see me, Can't see me!"

They really couldn't see him.

[Yes! I've got the cheat codes! That could have gone terribly awkward.]

He excitedly did a little dance, it's not so scary then. Naturally, this would have garnered a greater response from him. More panic. What happened? Well, some may become easily desensitised. Or perhaps in all the excitement, he became one too aware to realise...

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The more we gain, the more we lose.

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The boy quickly snuck into the room and crawled into the closet, finding more than one pair of victims, Franco and Loralie's. Hm, funny thing. He realised he hadn't urinated since the day he left his apartment home. It seemed like he had quite the storage as well, though he felt no need to.

Boy giggled villainously as he crawled creepily back out of the room. He roamed the home bored, he doesn't want to spend his whole life here, not at all. What else can he do to make things move along quickly?

hm...

Ah! [I'll break things!] woah, how bad.

Boy nervously began pushing things over and dropping valuable items. He was shy at first, a little guilty, but after so much needed reminders that nothing was real, he began having fun. He ran around frantic maids and butlers. A small, but large to him, amount of destruction was left in his path. This was fun.

[I wonder...]

In his playfulness, he ran before a set of maids and closed his eyes tightly, repeating in his heart [Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me.]

I mean, what kid doesn't love cool 'superpowers'?

As he opened his eyes again, he saw the maids looking around with panicked mannerisms. A bright smile lit up his face as he made short jumps up and down, excited and no longer fearful of the maids with no faces.

Running around unseen, he felt comfortable to do more.

[If I can be invisible, what else can I do here?] He felt ... happy. For the first time in a long time, he felt happy to be alive. If this was all a dream, he hoped it would last just a little while longer.

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