A/N: A little bit of swearing is present, this is all from Boboiboy's perspective
I guess that's all, so enjoy!!
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If stupidity and uselessness could be an object or a person, I would be that. Despite how hard I try to be a good hero, and to help save everyone, I still end up getting a couple of people hurt in the process. And more often than not, the ones who get hurt are my friends. The very people I silently vowed to protect and make sure they never get hurt. And yet I'm the one who hurt them, I'm the one who caused their suffering.
They would've been better off without me, everything bad that has ever happened, happened because of me. Why do they still stick around as my friends? I don't deserve them, nor do I deserve these powers of mine...
I glanced at my powerwatch sitting on my right wrist and on my arm warmer. It was pulsing with light, but it did so ever so slightly that no one else would actually notice it. Aside from him, the owner of these dangerously powerful powers he probably wasn't ever meant to possess. After all, he was merely a weak human child.
I felt something running down my cheek, and only then did I realize I was crying. But honestly, who would care? No one would enter my room anyways. Gopal and Fang are probably in the cafeteria, Yaya & Ying are in the library (yes, the library again), and Ochobot's probably hanging out with the Powerspheras. No one will be back till dinner and no one would ever bother to remember my existence.
They wouldn't notice if I leave right? I know many ways to sneak out from how much stuff has been going on (don't ask how). I glanced at the time, I still have around 2 hours. No one would notice me escaping would they? My only problem would be if Ochobot comes back ear-
"Cadet?"
I could really only think of one thing right now; fuck. I quickly wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt and attempted to quickly stand up. But I fell. I swear my entire face would probably be red right now. Both from crying and from embarrassing myself in front of a higher-up. An offering hand was soon in my face and I accepted it, using my left to accept and my right to push me back up.
I soon froze. How stupid could I have been!? Of course I had to do that infront of Maskmana! I haven't seen him often during our 2 week stay here at Laksar Station. I haven't done anything wrong have I? I haven't went against any rules have I? Oh no, oh hell no, what-
"Boboiboy, are you alright?" It was Maskmana. I didn't even know how to answer that. I tried to speak, but felt a lump in my throat. And I don't know if I really saw it, but I could've sworn that a flash of concern and worry was spread behind his mask.
'It's okay, you know what to do. Just smile, pretend like nothing happened in that moment when he saw you at probably one of your most horribly embarrassing times', I silently tell myself. It's fine. I'm fine.
I swallowed the non-existent lump in my throat and force a smile that is quite convincing. "Ahh yes Maskmana, I'm alright. Did you need anything?" I said. While I said this, I was smiling as though nothing was truly wrong. It horribly contrasted with my red eyes and tear-stained face, that I'm pretty sure are visible.
Maskmana seemed convinced enough. And I give myself a mini-victory dance for another success. "I simply came to check up on you and inform you that you and your friends will be soon returning to TAPOPS sometime in the next few days", Maskamana explained. I simply nod my head saying, "Thank you for informing me Maskmana, I'll be sure to inform them of this later on." And after that, I gave him the TAPOPS salute, to which he simply nods in reply and walks out. As soon as I believe he is far away from my room, I collapse in my bed.
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Boboiboy Short Stories and One-Shots
RandomHi guys! Here is a bunch of one-shots and short stories about Boboiboy, and maybe Mechamato too. Made by yours truly~ Disney1706 I've been writing since I was 11 so I deeply apologize if my stories can be very cringe. And I admit, they are very crin...