Oneshots

Character Development: Mike S.

Oneshot: Character Development

Characters: Onimikeler, featuring Jeremy, Doll, etc.

Plot: It's the end for him, but he looks back on his life with satisfied eyes.

Based off Deathbed by Relient K

Warning: This one-shot is like 16000 words long. It's loooooonnnggg.

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He was 6 years old.

He was small and fragile, with short, messy, blond hair. He had big, bright blue eyes. He got them from his dad. He had a cute little smile and the kindest of hearts. Maybe he wasn't the smartest, and trusted people a bit to easily, but he was just a child.

He had a toy monster truck in his hands, and he was rolling it around on the carpet floor, making cute little car noises as he did so. He sat in front of the old TV, which happened to be playing reruns of a monster truck show. The kid was fascinated by these mechanics, and loved to watch them as they dominated their field. The screen reflected in his eyes.

The room, otherwise, was dark and small. There was a roughed up dark red couch, a stained glass coffee table with a crack or two, and a recliner. As the boy leaned closer to the TV, his grand father slept, snoring lightly on the recliner. That was his father's dad, an old cranky man with a beer belly. However, he was the one to okay that the boy could watch TV at such a late hour. The boy didn't always like being yelled at by the selfish man, but the man made up for it in many ways. That boy was his favorite.

"Your siblings are a pain in the ass" The boy remembered being once told. "But you kid! You know how to entertain yourself! You make my job easier!"

His mother, on the other hand...

"Mike!"

The boy jumped, scrambling to his feet, dropping the toy. The tired sound of his mother's voice scared him. She was a nice woman, just not when it's ten at night and you were supposed to be in bed two hours ago.

"I'm sorry, Mamma!" Mike looked up at his mom, terrified about what punishment awaited him. No dessert for a week? No TV? No Toys? The list goes on and on of all the possible outcomes.

His mother looked dead tired, and she had the right to be. She worked a lot for their poor family, over time to feed the kids and the useless grandad. He wasn't even her dad, but the dad of the asshole who ditched them and became rich. The woman also had to take care of Mike's older siblings, his sister Andrea and his brother Gavin. They were both 4 years older then Mike and a lot meaner. They were loud, rude, and gave mom a headache. It was unbelievable how she still loved those demons.

"They're just children!" She'd argue with grandad.

"You were told to brush your teeth and get to bed hours ago! I can't believe you're still up!" His mother frowned, walking over and turning off the TV.

She then picked up the toy and grabbed Mike's hand, pulling him out of the room. Walking down the creaky wooden hallway, she pulled him into his room, where his siblings snored loudly in a deep sleep. She placed the toy on Mike's side table and then picked up the boy, placing him onto his bed.

"Are you mad at me?" Mike asked weakly, getting under the covers.

His mother sighed. "You can't have dessert for a week."

Mike looked down, feeling guilty for causing his mother trouble.

"But neither can your siblings. They broke the neighbor's window today. I have to pay for that." She said, giving the small boy a pat on the head.