BoBoiBoy's inner voice

Chapter 6

BoBoiBoy stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the flashing screen. Coordinates flickered, coordinates that promised answers—or perhaps more betrayal. The air around him seemed thick with tension, but his mind wasn’t here, not now. He was back there—back in the arena.

The sound of the crowd cheering echoed in his mind, louder than it had felt at that moment. The energy of the cooking face-off was electrifying, and it should have been his second chance. The stakes had never been higher. This was his last chance to get his Timber power. But all BoBoiBoy could see was Gopal. His best friend, the one who had stood by him through thick and thin, was cheering loudly… for Quali.

Why, Gopal? BoBoiBoy had thought in disbelief as he glanced toward the stands. His gaze met Gopal's wide grin, his fist pumping in the air every time Quali flipped a pan or added a dash of seasoning. Gopal’s support had felt like a slap to the face.

“Come on, Quali! You’ve got this!” Gopal’s voice had cut through the noise, oblivious to the silent war raging inside BoBoiBoy.

Even though he had seen Ying smacking his head when he cheered for BoBoiBoy's opponent.

" Whose side are you on ? " Ying had asked him afterwards and he had replied " Obviously! It's BoBoiBoy" but then afterwards he had taken in Quali's dish aroma and immediately started cheering for him again.

He clenched his teeth, turning his focus back to the task at hand. This wasn’t about friendship anymore. This was about defeating Quali at any cost . Quali had betrayed them—stolen the ingredients that would have ensured BoBoiBoy’s team’s victory in the first round. And yet, here was Gopal, rooting for him. Was it ignorance? Or denial?

Meanwhile, Fang had been different. He had been quiet, lurking in the shadows, eyes narrowed and constantly watching Quali with suspicion. Even before the betrayal came to light, Fang had sensed something was wrong, while the rest of them had brushed it off.

“There's something off about Quali,” Fang had warned, days before the cooking competition when they were finding the ingredients that grandmaster had asked for . “He's too secretive. And he just popped out of nowhere to help us. Don't you find it suspicious”

BoBoiBoy, too distracted by the need to find those ingredients , had shrugged it off. Fang was always paranoid, he thought. But now, standing in front of his station, the weight of that missed warning crushed him.

The cooking arena had felt so cold that time , despite the heat of the stoves and the fire of competition. The betrayal was more than just missing ingredients. It was personal.

“Time’s almost up! Five minutes remaining!” The announcer's voice crackled over the speakers, yanking BoBoiBoy back into the present. His fingers moved on autopilot, but his heart wasn’t in it. He had trained for this moment, but the idea of winning—no, fighting for a win that had already been stolen—left him drained.

But he didn't want to giveup after coming this far so he called all his elements back and fused into BoBoiBoy Frost fire and was able to save his dish on time

As the final seconds ticked away, BoBoiBoy glanced toward Quali. The smug grin on his face, the confidence with which he cooked, knowing full well that he’d already stacked the odds in his favor... it infuriated him. But what hurt most was Gopal’s unwavering cheers.

The final bell rang. The face-off was over. BoBoiBoy had put in every ounce of his strength, but the victory didn’t feel like it was his to claim. Gopal's cheers for Quali continued, piercing the heavy silence in BoBoiBoy’s heart. He could see Fang in the distance, standing with arms crossed, eyes narrowed, not at BoBoiBoy’s failure, but at the man who stood victorious on the other side.

But the luck was on his side , as he ended up having a draw with Quali and was able to get Okra seed to get his Timber power.

In the end , him and Quali ended up as friends. But still what had occurred had made him a little cold toward the green skinned alien .

And that incident was the first crack in his and Gopal's friendship.

BoBoiBoy snapped back to reality, the memory dissolving like smoke. His eyes refocused on the flickering screen in front of him.

“So, are you coming or not?” The messenger’s voice brought him fully back, sharp and cold, no trace of understanding.

BoBoiBoy clenched his fists. This was more than just about cooking now. He wasn't going to let Quali get away again, not this time. And no amount of cheers could sway his resolve.

The only reason this memories had comeback are because the said coordinates had led him to same Arena where once the said competition has taken place

This wasn’t just a memory; it was a reminder. And this time, he wouldn’t be so easily deceived.

Sorry for not updating for this long. Wattpad has some sort of technical problem and I was not able to update