Again, no update yet on The Phoenix. Chapter 5's really tough to write. Sorry. Instead, I decided to post this dark oneshot of insert bear. Now this story will cover some sensitive topics. So please be wary. And the story is based off the popular Vocaloid song "Rolling Girl" by Miku (hence the title).
DISCLAIMER: I don't own We Bare Bears nor the song.
-Ultimate-Bear-sama
How much more does he need to do this? How long must he do the long, painful process? How many times does he need to do this until he finally realizes that he's nothing but a useless, good for nothing being? The scars and wounds seem to multiply every day, yet he remains strong. Despite his own unstableness, he continues to live his life. And he goes on with it so much to the point that the ever-lasting cuts and bruises don't seem to bother him. His existence doesn't even matter, right? What's the point of living if all you're going to do is to die?
"No problem,"he says every single day. Those words seem easy to be said at first. But as time goes on, those two words turn to daggers. Once said, those daggers would pierce the remaining parts of his own soul. How much can he keep this up? How long can this moment last? As much as that sentence hurts, it feels enticing to him. Life is all about pain, right? That's why he's living. He lives for the sake of going through the pain he deserves. He's a good-for-nothing bear. That's what they would say, right? He's a dirty, useless, piece of crap. And as much as it hurts, he accepts it.
But what's the point of some animal like him living if all he's going to do is die?
"Let's roll again!"says the boy. He rolls from the top to the foot of that hill twelve times. The injuries seem to add up, but he does not care. It's his punishment, right? And the poorest boys get the worst. The bear thinks, That's what I deserve. I'm nothing but a poor boy.
Even so, the poor bear still manages to smile upon hearing that familiar, yet sick voice.
"Are you done?"
He just can't give up, right?
"No. It's not enough,"he utters. Again, he rolls. And rolls...and rolls.
But even with his rolling, he knew that his hopes and dreams will never come true.
"The world is such a cruel thing, no?"the bear asks to himself upon looking at the mirror that showed his pitying face. More wounds and scars runs down his body; the face of a helpless bear looks back at him. But he does not mind. He is used to this anyway. Why bother?
"Are you okay?"the echo of that painful voice rings through his ears.
The bear closes his eyes. "I'm fine,"he says as if he's used to the question. Even so, both know that it's a lie. That answer is nothing but the serpent covering up for the victim. And yet, the voice would shrug and take it as the truth.
The bear is tired of this.
"Let's roll again!"he exclaims. Over and over again, he rolls and rolls until he can't feel a thing. Blood goes through the once clean fur that used to protect him from the cries and pleas of this treacherous world. It's almost as if he's now nothing but a broken doll.
"Are you done yet?"the voice asks.
"No it's not enough." And again, he rolls, not caring if the remaining parts of his soul seem to fade away.
The voice can't take it anymore. And thus, it says to him before he rolls again, "Hey come on. You can stop now. I guess it hurts just doing this, am I right?"
Tears run down the bear's cheeks upon hearing this. But before he can say something, his world goes black. And the last thing he hears is,
"You can stop breathing now."
Who is the bear? It's up to you to decide who it is. When I wrote this though, I thought of Panda for some reason. But again, let your imagination wake up and decide who it is!
Feedbacks?
-Ultimate-Bear-sama