One-Shots [Boboiboy]

Would You?

Would you do it again? Again? And again? Just to get them back? Just to see them again? Forever? Would you?

Are you willing to give them up? For them? For you? For him? For us?

What price would you pay? Your life? Their lives? Nothing? Everything?

Or would you rather choose nothing? Is life a gamble? Adventure? Horror? Do you know? Do they know? Does he know? Do I know?

Of course. I'm you, after all. All you have to do is cut his head off. Isn't it a small price to pay? Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it fantastic?

Didn't you already cut the other one's head off? Shouldn't this be easy? So why won't you swing that knife? Doesn't it take only ten seconds? Maybe five? Maybe one? Do you know how long? Would it be half?

Why won't you? Isn't he just a stepping-stone? Couldn't you just be done? Or do you want to play with him more?

How are you feeling? Ecstatic? Nauseated? Euphoric? Disgusted? Do you want to tell me? Do you want to tell him?

Of course. There's nothing else to say.

Are you scared? Are you happy? Are you proud? Are you sad? Are you afraid of the blood pooling around your feet? His lifeless eyes staring you down even after death?

Hm? Why would you be? Weren't you waiting for this? Aren't you excited? Haven't you planned this since forever?

Are you worried you'll remember his face? The color of his eyes? The sound of his voice? Or are you terrified that he'll haunt you?

Of course. I can't erase my memories.

With a shaky hand, Quake lifted the knife to Cyclone's neck. Cyclone stared at him, tears pooling in his eyes. His limbs were bound, so all he could do is tremble in fear.

Quake cut his head off.