*the scene takes place in Boltamus's house, which he would be laying on his bed wide awake*
Boltamus: ...
*suddenly, a creak is heard from the door*
Boltamus: Blair... That you?...
???: *glitchy Sam TTS voice* No. I am someone else.
*from the shadows, a red robotic eye appears, which Boltamus immediately gets up in a defensive pose*
Boltamus: ITS YOU... W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE...
*from the shadows, AXOM would reveal himself a little*
AXOM: To give you something to think about.
*AXOM starts to move closer*
Boltamus: GET AWAY FROM ME!
*Boltamus tries to fire a electrical bolt, but AXOM stuns him for a bit with a pulse*
AXOM: Oh do not worry. I'm not going to kidnap you again. All im going to do is give you a bit of... introspection.
Boltamus: *still high on the guard* W-what?...
AXOM: Think about it. What are you truly living for, Boltamus?
Boltamus: I LIVE FOR MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY! FOR MAXIMUS! FOR BLAIR! FOR THEM ALL!
AXOM: You give so much to them, yet they do not return the favor...
Boltamus: Y-YES THEY DO RETURN IT!
AXOM: Have you EVER doubted their love to you?
Boltamus: N-no...
AXOM: All you are to them is just a tool. Something useful to them until you aren't.
Boltamus: THATS NOT TRUE! THEY LOVE ME!
AXOM: *Maximus's voice* You think they would praise you after what you done? You never went to stop a angel from training Max to his death.
Boltamus: I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THAT! I-
AXOM: *Blairs voice* You think you are loved? You aren't. Your a parasite. You leech on people, desperate for attention. You will never be loved.
Boltamus: THATS NOT TRUE!...
AXOM: *Deadeyes voice* All you are is a failure. A failure to everyone around you. Your a burden. You endanger everyone near you.
Boltamus: *kneels on the floor a bit* No...
AXOM: *Authgruis voice* Your pathetic. Your a disgusting rat. Do us all a favor and get rid of yourself. Nobody will miss you as you just cause problems...
*Boltamus would cover his face, which he starts to cry a bit into his hands*
AXOM: Know this, Boltamus. Your just a disgusting roach waiting to be stomped. Nobody truly loves you. Nobody is your friend. Your nothing but a pain. A burden.
Boltamus: ...
*The eye would then disappear into the shadows, where the door closes*
Boltamus: Im not alone... I swear... Im not alone... Im not useless...
*Boltamus would curl up and cry into his knees*
(SHORT STORY END)
