May. 10, 2021 5:41 AM
WARNING: There will be nothing explicit or too shocking in the story. I only recommend to not read if you are feeling really upset, Im not too sure
Yes. I am back to writing.
This is just a collection of Beyblade Burst Sad/Angst Stories (mostly shorts and drabbles), somewhat of a spinoff to my horror stories collection. Each one features a different character.
(Excuse me for the wonky text. I originally intended to keep it the same font/size as my Horror Stories one, but was forced to change my method of transferring the text and thus the result is... odd. Haha /lh)
Chapter 0
Somewhere in Japan, there is a beautiful park.
It's the same park that Valt and Shu often visited. And there's an outdoor bulletin board on the other side, far away from where they would usually have a Beybattle at. The bulletin board was typically a normal object. There was nothing spooky about it — as far as anyone knew, that is. It was just a normal, wooden bulletin board propped with legs for support. Mostly containing news and map, whatever would fit on it.
However, it did have a unique gimmick to it. It served a nice purpose that would benefit everyone, they hoped. That's because the owners of that park did not mind. The people of Japan are quite humble beings, and their Bladers even moreso. There's not a lot of deranged people where our fellow Bladers lived for the very least. So in the end, the bulletin board had a special purpose.
People are allowed to pin anything to it as long as it was appropriate, after all. Not just park officials trying to pin maps and note safety hazards. Be it a kind message or an advertisement for a (hopefully not shady!) group, normal people could add whatever they wanted to it. Assuming no one steals the contents, eventually the bulletin board would be cleaned out by the officials after some time. And that's to make space for new content.
And it was in that park when you noticed that there seemed to be a pattern with the new content. Occasionally you saw a piece of notebook paper — sometimes more than one coming along — pinned to the board. As each day passed, there would be more and more pinned. It seemed as if people were inspired by it, motivated by it. They were written by Bladers, you briefly noticed the names of some well-known ones.
What were they motivated by?
When you snatched the first couple ones on the day of the board cleansing, you noticed that they all seemed sad. All you did was just skimmed them, yet you already noticed that they seemed upsetting. The word choices, sometimes with tears soaked into the papers... you only wondered what happened to them.
And even days later, when you were in the park late after evening, you would get more. You were determined to read all of them. See what was bothering them.
Were the Bladers hoping that someone would notice how sad they were? Maybe tried to help them? Inspire and validate the human emotions they felt? You could only determine that once you read their stories.
Yes. I am back to writing.
This is just a collection of Beyblade Burst Sad/Angst Stories (mostly shorts and drabbles), somewhat of a spinoff to my horror stories collection. Each one features a different character.
(Excuse me for the wonky text. I originally intended to keep it the same font/size as my Horror Stories one, but was forced to change my method of transferring the text and thus the result is... odd. Haha /lh)
Chapter 0
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Somewhere in Japan, there is a beautiful park.
It's the same park that Valt and Shu often visited. And there's an outdoor bulletin board on the other side, far away from where they would usually have a Beybattle at. The bulletin board was typically a normal object. There was nothing spooky about it — as far as anyone knew, that is. It was just a normal, wooden bulletin board propped with legs for support. Mostly containing news and map, whatever would fit on it.
However, it did have a unique gimmick to it. It served a nice purpose that would benefit everyone, they hoped. That's because the owners of that park did not mind. The people of Japan are quite humble beings, and their Bladers even moreso. There's not a lot of deranged people where our fellow Bladers lived for the very least. So in the end, the bulletin board had a special purpose.
People are allowed to pin anything to it as long as it was appropriate, after all. Not just park officials trying to pin maps and note safety hazards. Be it a kind message or an advertisement for a (hopefully not shady!) group, normal people could add whatever they wanted to it. Assuming no one steals the contents, eventually the bulletin board would be cleaned out by the officials after some time. And that's to make space for new content.
And it was in that park when you noticed that there seemed to be a pattern with the new content. Occasionally you saw a piece of notebook paper — sometimes more than one coming along — pinned to the board. As each day passed, there would be more and more pinned. It seemed as if people were inspired by it, motivated by it. They were written by Bladers, you briefly noticed the names of some well-known ones.
What were they motivated by?
When you snatched the first couple ones on the day of the board cleansing, you noticed that they all seemed sad. All you did was just skimmed them, yet you already noticed that they seemed upsetting. The word choices, sometimes with tears soaked into the papers... you only wondered what happened to them.
And even days later, when you were in the park late after evening, you would get more. You were determined to read all of them. See what was bothering them.
Were the Bladers hoping that someone would notice how sad they were? Maybe tried to help them? Inspire and validate the human emotions they felt? You could only determine that once you read their stories.