One-Shots [Boboiboy]

Lost Hero

For someone with seven individual superpowers, Boboiboy wasn't much of a person with flair and excitement. Other than his powers and status in the world, everything else about him was normal. Even his favorite drink was orange juice. He was just the most down-to-Earth hero anyone had ever seen.

But this? This was nothing but normal. Boboiboy had met counterparts of him that were off this world, sometimes literally. He'd met a version of him that was completely alien, with purple skin and three eyes. That was an image he couldn't get out his mind. This world, however, was different.

The island he landed in was deserted, the dirt dry and infertile, all the plants withered and fragile. The air carried dust with no moisture. The sky was clouded, with lightning booming within. No matter where he looked, there was not a single sign of life. Other than the rustling of dead leaves and the hum of the wind, it was silent.

Boboiboy sighed from his nose, sticking his hand into his hoodie pocket. He could already feel the dust settling into the creases of his clothes, the folds of his hood that brushed roughly against his neck. He shifted his clothes uncomfortably, before deciding to remove it altogether and tie it around his waist, with a mere brown shirt underneath.

If he was here, that meant another version of him needed help. What kind of assistance, however, was yet to be seen. He'd helped versions of him defeat an unknown villain, talk them into returning to the hero work, and even talking about emotional issues over cups of coffee. He was the most normal, powerless out of all of his versions, yet he was the most extraordinary.

Sometimes, however, some pieces of him were just too far to be salvaged. He had to leave them alone, or end their lives altogether. It wasn't something he was proud of.

And how did he even start getting into this multi-dimension-therapist/forecaster role in the first place? He was the only version, the only branch that had no powers. He didn't even believe the existence of superhumans were true until one of them busted into his house, carrying a car with bare hands and flying and summoning gravitational fields in pink. He was the only one that hadn't made much of an impression in his universe, making him the most intangible and flexible.

Anyhow, he'd seen many worlds, but this was a first. In all of the other branches of reality, Pulau Rintis remained the same. It was their homes, after all. Nothing could happen to it. They would never allow it to happen. In this world, Pulau Rintis was barren. Life was nonexistent. It was like it had never existed in the first place, or had been chased away by someone.

Judging by the destruction of time the island had been inflicted on, he assumed that it was a version of him that may have failed to protect Pulau Rintis, or had went rogue themselves.

Boboiboy halted his train of thoughts, and began heading towards the place he knew best: the cocoa stand that his grandfather ran, no matter what universe they were in. He was at the very center of the island, which meant it was going to be quite a journey.

The pavements were either cracked, shattered or blown into bits, which didn't make his walk easier. He walked on dead grass, the greens shattering as he stepped on them, because it seemed safer than the pavement. On multiple occasions, he almost tripped on crevices in the uneven ground or hidden rocks.

Eventually, he made it to his destination, with his hair filled with dust and dirt from the dry winds. Even if he was on the hill, he could see rows of houses on the horizon. Their roofs were holed, aged, and falling apart; the paint on the walls stripping.

The cocoa stand remained consistent, just like any other time. But it was destroyed, shattered into debris. No one had bothered to clean it up, because it looked abandoned ever since the culprit had taken their anger out on this area. And it wasn't just the shop, either. The area of a hundred-meter radius was decimated, the condition far worse than anywhere else on the planet.