Author's Note: I know that many of these stories have been written before, but
mine is different. My story takes place one day after Bob has been shot into the
web. Questions, Praise and Flames may be sent to: Maxaholic47@yahoo.com. I do
not own Reboot nor anything associated with it.
Enjoy the story!
Dear Journal,
I can't sleep. Again. Everything that happened yesterday keeps
playing over and over in my mind like a bad horror movie. And at the end,
instead of credits, I get the ever-growing list of Should-Haves.
Should have seen it coming-You can't trust a virus, Dot!
Should have taken more time and come up with a better plan.
Should have tried to stop it! I just sat there and watched!
Should have gotten to Glitch before Megabyte did.
Should have told Bob-
What? That I love him? But I don't know if it's exactly that. All I know is
that our relationship has been more than friendship for awhile. And I know that
he feels that way, too. I don't know how I know that, but I do. But is it true love?
Again, I don't know. If he were to walk in right now, would I jump up and hug
him? Probably. Would I declare my love? (User that sounds pathetic) I sincerely
doubt it.
Argh. If Fate had waited just a little while longer for us to actually talk
about it and figure this out…No, not a little longer, a lot longer. Because face it,
girl, you are chicken. You have known your feeling for that boy are more than
platonic ever since Mouse showed up and got you jealous; but did you say
anything in all that time? Nope. So maybe Fate engineered this little "push" for
our relationship. But if that's the case, Bob has to be alive! He just has to be! He
has to come back to me! Oh what am I saying? Maybe Fate doesn't even exist.
Maybe this all just a result of us wrongly trusting a virus. But still, Bob can't be
dead, he just can't! Well, he can…NO. I will not think like that. NO.
Oh, gotta go for now, Phong needs me. What could he want in the middle
of the night? Oh well, I wasn't sleeping anyway.
* * *
I'm back. Phong detected some viral activity in a sector close to The Tor,
but it was just some of Megabyte's henchman trying to find Nibbles. Now what
was I talking about? Oh yeah, Bob. *Sigh* I miss him. A lot. I miss his smile, His
eyes. User, even his hair. His personality, mostly. The way that even in the
darkest hour, he's still sunny-side-up-we-can-beat-this-have-no-fear. I guess in
a way I relied on him, on that attitude. He made me believe that he could do it,
that we could do it, and, most importantly, I think, that I could do it.
I'm not the only one who misses him. It has affected everyone. You can
feel it in the air, somehow. Fear. Vulnerability. You can see it on their faces, too,
that as we gaze out at the battle that has only just begun, you notice that the
cup is now seen as half-empty.
And yet, as I watch the troops battle it out with Megabyte's army or as I
see my little brother witness and do things he shouldn't have to yet, I see that
even though Mainframe has always been a determined city of people, it's partly
Bob's spirit, his lack of belief in the no-win-scenario, instituted in us, that keeps
us sane, that keeps us fighting 'till the end, because in the end we may win.
I'm gonna go now, because I'm actually getting tired, which means sleep
may give me some refuge tonight. But before I do I'm saying this-
Thank you, Bob, for everything you've given us. We'll keep fighting so that
if, NO, when you come home, you'll still have a home to come home to. And last
but not least, whatever the connotation- I love you, Bob.
Goodnight.
DM
mine is different. My story takes place one day after Bob has been shot into the
web. Questions, Praise and Flames may be sent to: Maxaholic47@yahoo.com. I do
not own Reboot nor anything associated with it.
Enjoy the story!
Dear Journal,
I can't sleep. Again. Everything that happened yesterday keeps
playing over and over in my mind like a bad horror movie. And at the end,
instead of credits, I get the ever-growing list of Should-Haves.
Should have seen it coming-You can't trust a virus, Dot!
Should have taken more time and come up with a better plan.
Should have tried to stop it! I just sat there and watched!
Should have gotten to Glitch before Megabyte did.
Should have told Bob-
What? That I love him? But I don't know if it's exactly that. All I know is
that our relationship has been more than friendship for awhile. And I know that
he feels that way, too. I don't know how I know that, but I do. But is it true love?
Again, I don't know. If he were to walk in right now, would I jump up and hug
him? Probably. Would I declare my love? (User that sounds pathetic) I sincerely
doubt it.
Argh. If Fate had waited just a little while longer for us to actually talk
about it and figure this out…No, not a little longer, a lot longer. Because face it,
girl, you are chicken. You have known your feeling for that boy are more than
platonic ever since Mouse showed up and got you jealous; but did you say
anything in all that time? Nope. So maybe Fate engineered this little "push" for
our relationship. But if that's the case, Bob has to be alive! He just has to be! He
has to come back to me! Oh what am I saying? Maybe Fate doesn't even exist.
Maybe this all just a result of us wrongly trusting a virus. But still, Bob can't be
dead, he just can't! Well, he can…NO. I will not think like that. NO.
Oh, gotta go for now, Phong needs me. What could he want in the middle
of the night? Oh well, I wasn't sleeping anyway.
* * *
I'm back. Phong detected some viral activity in a sector close to The Tor,
but it was just some of Megabyte's henchman trying to find Nibbles. Now what
was I talking about? Oh yeah, Bob. *Sigh* I miss him. A lot. I miss his smile, His
eyes. User, even his hair. His personality, mostly. The way that even in the
darkest hour, he's still sunny-side-up-we-can-beat-this-have-no-fear. I guess in
a way I relied on him, on that attitude. He made me believe that he could do it,
that we could do it, and, most importantly, I think, that I could do it.
I'm not the only one who misses him. It has affected everyone. You can
feel it in the air, somehow. Fear. Vulnerability. You can see it on their faces, too,
that as we gaze out at the battle that has only just begun, you notice that the
cup is now seen as half-empty.
And yet, as I watch the troops battle it out with Megabyte's army or as I
see my little brother witness and do things he shouldn't have to yet, I see that
even though Mainframe has always been a determined city of people, it's partly
Bob's spirit, his lack of belief in the no-win-scenario, instituted in us, that keeps
us sane, that keeps us fighting 'till the end, because in the end we may win.
I'm gonna go now, because I'm actually getting tired, which means sleep
may give me some refuge tonight. But before I do I'm saying this-
Thank you, Bob, for everything you've given us. We'll keep fighting so that
if, NO, when you come home, you'll still have a home to come home to. And last
but not least, whatever the connotation- I love you, Bob.
Goodnight.
DM