BoBoiBoy's inner voice

Chapter 5

As Fang’s footsteps faded down the hall, BoBoiBoy closed his eyes, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. The stars outside twinkled coldly, mirroring the icy feeling inside his chest. He hated that Fang had come, hated that he still cared. It made everything harder. It made it harder to maintain the walls he had built.

It had been two long years since he resigned from TAPOPS. Two years of training, of pushing himself beyond his limits, of trying to forget the friends who had once meant everything to him. But no matter how much he tried, their faces, their laughter, their betrayal haunted him. It wasn’t just loneliness anymore—it was anger, resentment, and something even deeper.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Come in,” BoBoiBoy said without turning.

Ochobot floated into the room, his usual bright glow dimmed. The little sphere had been quieter these days, almost as if he could sense the storm brewing inside BoBoiBoy.

“BoBoiBoy, Fang left,” Ochobot said softly, hovering closer to him.

“I know.”

Ochobot hesitated. “He… He really cares, you know? I overheard the conversation. He’s just trying to help.”

BoBoiBoy’s eyes flickered with irritation, but he quickly swallowed it down. He didn’t want to snap at Ochobot. Not him. He had been the only one to stay, the only one who had never left his side, even when things got bad.

“I don’t need his help, Ochobot,” BoBoiBoy said, his voice flat. “I’ve handled things on my own for the last two years, and I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Ochobot said quietly, but there was a firmness in his tone that wasn’t there before. “You haven’t been fine since… since they left you.”

BoBoiBoy’s hands tightened into fists, the leather of his gloves creaking under the strain. He could feel the familiar surge of frustration rising inside him, the same frustration that had fueled him for so long.

“I don’t need them,” BoBoiBoy said through gritted teeth. “I’ve done everything on my own. I’ve become stronger without them.”

Ochobot floated closer, his small figure casting a soft blue glow in the dark room. “But is strength really enough? Is that all you want, BoBoiBoy?”

BoBoiBoy finally turned, his red eyes flashing with intensity. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Strength is all that matters now. Caring… trusting people… It only makes you weak. I won’t let that happen again.”

Ochobot flinched at the harshness of his words, but he didn’t back down. “You’re not weak for caring about your friends. You’re not weak for feeling hurt.”

BoBoiBoy’s gaze hardened. “I don’t feel hurt anymore. I don’t feel anything.”

For a moment, there was silence. Ochobot hovered in the air, his glowing eyes filled with worry. He had watched BoBoiBoy change over the past two years, watched him build walls around himself that no one could break through. It hurt to see his friend like this, to see the boy who used to be so full of life now reduced to someone who barely resembled the person he used to be.

“BoBoiBoy,” Ochobot said softly, “you can’t shut everyone out forever.”

BoBoiBoy didn’t answer. He turned back to the window, staring out at the stars once again. Ochobot hovered for a few more moments before slowly drifting away, leaving BoBoiBoy alone in the dark room.

As soon as the door closed behind Ochobot, BoBoiBoy felt the familiar wave of exhaustion wash over him. It wasn’t physical exhaustion—no, he had trained his body beyond its limits. This was something deeper, something that weighed on his mind and heart every day.

For two years, he had thrown himself into his training, into perfecting his powers. He had reached heights he never thought possible, mastering new abilities, pushing Solar to its third tier. But with every new achievement, the hollowness inside him grew. No amount of power could fill the void his friends had left behind.

He thought he could escape it, that by becoming stronger, by distancing himself, he could bury the pain. But Fang’s visit today had stirred something inside him, something he had tried to keep buried. The memories, the laughter, the betrayal—it all came rushing back.

For a moment, just a brief moment, he allowed himself to remember. He remembered the days they spent together, laughing, training, saving the world. He remembered Gopal’s goofy jokes, Yaya’s determination, Ying’s infectious energy. He remembered the way they had each made him feel like he belonged, like he wasn’t alone in the universe.

And then he remembered how easily they had forgotten him.

His heart clenched painfully, and he pushed the memories away, locking them behind the walls he had built. He couldn’t afford to feel. Not now. Not ever again.

With a deep breath, BoBoiBoy straightened up and walked over to his desk. His Power Watch was flashing with a new message, coordinates to a remote location. He didn’t know who had sent them, but it didn’t matter.

There was always another mission. Always another fight.

And that was all he needed now.

Without a second thought, BoBoiBoy strapped the Power Watch to his wrist and headed for the door. The stars outside twinkled coldly as he walked into the darkness, leaving behind the warmth of what once was.