Replaced
He had been replaced.
He knew it would happen eventually. He had lived every day scared that this would happen and now it had. But he had still clung to the small hope that it wouldn't. Now his hope had shattered.
He knew others who had been in the same position as him. In fact he was once the replacement, the intruder. They were different from him. Smaller or just completely different. So much so that he was sure that they knew that their time had come. But now he was in their position.
He knew he was big. "Fat" people called him. It seemed like no one wanted him anymore. It was almost like he never existed. Even his family treated him like something to be avoided. But she was grateful to have him and he was always glad for that.
He thought of how they always went to places together. How they always kept each other from getting bored. How many happy times they had. How none of it would ever happen again now.
He remembered one time, he had gotten hurt. It was just a small break. It didn't hinder him in any way, but she could still see it. And he knew he wasn't perfect any more. He thought for sure he'd be thrown to the side, but he wasn't.
There was one other time where he thought he'd be replaced before this. It was at a friend's house. He remembered seeing her amazed by his smaller size. He remembered the feelings of betrayal. But nothing ever happened. He started to feel confident. A little too confident. Now it had finally happened and he felt like he was no longer useful.
The newcomer could do so many things. Things that he could never dream of doing. And he was stuck with his one skill. And he was the same size as that other one. He was just all around better looking.
And he hated him for it. He hated him as he watched them have fun together and laugh and he didn't get so much as a glance. He hated him when it seemed that the whole family loved him. He hated that he had to watch the whole thing, knowing that he'd never be the favorite again. He even hated him now as he watched him resting.
He could pull the plug. He could pull it right then and there. Not only would he pull it but he'd cut it up into tiny pieces. As he got closer he imagined what he'd do.
He'd push him right over the edge. He'd watch him fall to the floor and break into a million pieces. He hoped he'd break into a million pieces. And when he did he'd just laugh. He'd laugh because he'd never be suspected. It would be believed to be an accident. And he'd be loved again. How desperately he wanted to be loved again.
He was right next him now. He could almost reach out and… but that was when she came.
She looked right at them and walked over.
"Hey, how did my DS get all the way over here next to my DSi?" She grabbed the bigger older DS and put it all the way back onto the table. She looked over at the smaller black DSi charging on the bed before she grabbed her book and left. But she could have sworn that as she left, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the DSi smile somehow.
As if in victory.
Author's note: Yep, I got a DSi on the 26th. It's awesome, but them I felt bad for abandoning my old DS and I thought of how no one has the original anymore.