One-Shots [Boboiboy]

What's Sanity

For someone who could barely keep his anger in check without breaking a glass or two, Thunderstorm sure spent a decent amount of time cursing to himself rather than destroying the house. It was an improvement considering that the day had started off with a lot of crying and whining, literally.

"I didn't sign up for this bullshit!" Thunderstorm cursed, slamming the glass on his table. A toddler in brown had both his tiny feet on his shoulders, all the while climbing up to his head, jostling the black cap.

Ice sat across him, his pillow on his lap as he stared at his electrical equivalent with a straight face, ice chocolate in his hands as another toddler in orange whined on his head. Thorn was knocked out on the ground, with two toddlers in dark blue and yellow jumping on his back as if he was a bouncy castle.

"Neither did we, Sherlock," Ice grumbled, craning his head as the orange toddler tried to grasp his nose. "What is this, some kind of fanfiction?"

"Someone... help me..." Thorn outstretched his hand as if he was rising from a grave. The toddler in dark blue pounced on him once more and that was when they all knew Thorn wasn't coming out of this alive. Ice will pay his respects at his funeral.

For the record, the potion was supposed to be for Thunderstorm and Ice. However, some idiot—ahem, Blaze—dropped the latter in front of everyone and now they're children. Thunderstorm managed to avoid the catastrophe by cursing in his room, Thorn in the garden and Ice asleep in his room.

Still, there was nothing the could do about it. They were all summoned to the living room when they heard infants crying, and they were certain that their teammates didn't have children. Thorn almost fainted when he saw baby Solar sitting on the ground, bawling his eyes out as his golden visors were shattered in front of him. Thunderstorm blanched when he saw Quake and Cyclone tackling each other. Ice's eye twitched when he saw Blaze, who was already trying to climb the ceiling fan, then he went back to sleep in hopes that he was trapped in a dream.

However, he had no such luck. For now, they were stuck with babysitting them. Thunderstorm had to calm down for a bit, but Quake made it difficult for him to even concentrate on his lunch. Who knew Quake was so annoying as a toddler? Even Cyclone wasn't compatible for that kind of bullshit.

The three decided that they would take care of their individual counterparts. Thunderstorm was in charge of Quake and Cyclone; Ice was in charge of Blaze; and Thorn was in charge of Solar. It was simple as that. However, things posed as a challenge when Cyclone managed to get himself stuck on a tree and Thunderstorm had to climb that damn thing to get him down.

If that wasn't enough, baby Cyclone misused his powers and sent a gust of wind at Thunderstorm's path, throwing him off balance and sending him pummelling to the ground, nearly missing Quake, who was next to him. Quake laughed when Thunderstorm landed on his face.

"You're a little piece of shit, you know that?" Thunderstorm growled at the gyrokinetic, who was oblivious of the definition. He brushed the dust off his clothes and went for a round two, but this time it was more chaotic. As he began to climb the tree, Blaze ran past him screaming as Ice pursued him, holding a bucket of water in his hands. Apparently Blaze had set his own clothes on fire and didn't know how to extinguish it and he panicked.

Thunderstorm sighed in exasperation, his head leaning against the tree bark. For the love of god and all that is holy, someone end him now. He would rather watch James Charles than deal with this.

Just as he was about to resume his journey, Thorn's voice shrieked as he bolted past the electrical manipulator, vines forming in his hands as he swung up the tree. Solar soon followed, his body hovering in mid air as his eyes glowed bright white, misfiring solar beams everywhere. One of them managed to graze Thunderstorm's face, which he did not appreciate.