"I don't want to."
"It's not scary."
"You can tell me that, but it won't help."
"Nothing in there can hurt you!"
"But it can scare me."
"How are you scared of Laser-tag?"
"I just am."
"Have you ever played?"
"No. I usually just stay out here."
"Then you can't possibly know if it's scary or not!"
"But it looks scary."
"It's not, really."
"I just don't want to go."
"I swear you'll be safe."
"I know I'll be safe, I know nothing can hurt me, but I'll still be scared!"
"I think you should go in."
"I…"
"Just stay close, and if something scares you, you can grab onto me. Ok?"
"But-"
"Will you please come?"
"You promise I can hold onto you?"
"You won't be scared."
"But if I am."
"I promise you can hold onto me."
"…Okay."
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a late greeting to my friends and admirers. although I'd bet you're all my friends, there's very little to admire here.
anyways.
sorry I've been delayed and all, and I apologize, this is not the Akatsuki Olympics. this is the prompt for the week after this, which I wrote because I decided what I wanted to write and I was pleased that it was both functional and (very) short and could be jotted down and submitted to subdue you all.
the main idea behind this is that I somehow wound up at LaserQuest with Gaara, and this is actually a very probable rendition of how things would have gone down. (on my end, I have no right to assume what he'd do.)I used to be stubbornly scared of the unknown laser tag playground, and I received several of these attempts at making me go in. disclaimer- I totally own me. everything else? not mine. although a girl can wish.
(ps- I speak first. I just realized I did not clarify that. Sorry.)
I hope you liked it, even though it wasn't much. I had fun writing it. might continue someday, you never know. review, please, even though I can't exactly make you.