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It Must Be The Yes-Man's Fault (After All, He Suggested It)
#WritcoStoryPrompt118
Why do we often look for someone to blame when there is a problem? Tell us in story writing what you think about it.
It's his fault.
It must be,
All his fault.
They asked him a question, a simple little closed question.
He answer how he always does.
"Sounds great!"
"I agree."
"Yeah, let's do it."
Woe is apparently him by these answers, that he have no backbone, he is a yes-man, a sycophant.
He is better at joking then ever being serious.
So it must be his fault.
That he is unknown.
It must be his fault, that even though he is the loudest in the room, everyone knows so little about him.
It must be his fault, that no one knows his favorite colour or flower or story in movie form.
(Other then one)
That he has so little time in the spotlight that he must be a side character.
Maybe if he ever voiced his mind and spoke the truth. Began joking more honestly.
Then he would at least get his point across that was at the most remotely true.
Something he genuinely believes in.
Instead of something he's ripping off
Instead of someone he's ripping off.
He is like a statue, over time sculptures have come and scratched their imprint on his face and mind. So who was that person in the beginning?
A sycophant, a heretic, a no-one?
Until finally someone realizes.
Sadly it was not kind.
"Yeah I think that's a good idea." He smiled a toothy grin, it was a smile he had mastered every time he lied.
His friend turned, watching the conversation before stepping in, "I thought you said no?" it was meant to be kind, and it was. A little hiccup a confusion at most, something that should not have escalated as far and as fast as it did.
"You just say yes to everything." His leader yelled, his eyes showing a sense of unbridled wrath.
"If I were to say something, you would agree, if he were to say something, you would agree."
It was the truth, in the most simplest terms, it was the truth and reality, so why did it hurt so much to hear it?
It wasn't an idea he could deny and it was one he could not accept. He could not hide behind the opinion of someone else. He had to say something.
His friend defended him as always, a friendship he knew would last. Even with his inability of static opinions.
and yet he somehow came face to face with him.
"Think for yourself." A never before seen rage somehow sprouted, for both of them. "Please," His leader says almost genuine. Almost like he meant it.
"What do you think."
Yet it was not a question.
So no answer was required.
This must be his fault.
It was a hole he had been digging for years now, and yet he still had never felt so deep, so helpless.
This was his fault.
And he was happy to accept it.
It's his fault.
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Art by jazetallo on Instagram
Character inspired by Tubbo
I just realized this was meant to be a story. . . not a poem, well to late now. The person in the picture and in the story is a real character, I don't know why I immediately went to him. (Maybe because he's my favorite character lol)
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Why do we often look for someone to blame when there is a problem? Tell us in story writing what you think about it.
It's his fault.
It must be,
All his fault.
They asked him a question, a simple little closed question.
He answer how he always does.
"Sounds great!"
"I agree."
"Yeah, let's do it."
Woe is apparently him by these answers, that he have no backbone, he is a yes-man, a sycophant.
He is better at joking then ever being serious.
So it must be his fault.
That he is unknown.
It must be his fault, that even though he is the loudest in the room, everyone knows so little about him.
It must be his fault, that no one knows his favorite colour or flower or story in movie form.
(Other then one)
That he has so little time in the spotlight that he must be a side character.
Maybe if he ever voiced his mind and spoke the truth. Began joking more honestly.
Then he would at least get his point across that was at the most remotely true.
Something he genuinely believes in.
Instead of something he's ripping off
Instead of someone he's ripping off.
He is like a statue, over time sculptures have come and scratched their imprint on his face and mind. So who was that person in the beginning?
A sycophant, a heretic, a no-one?
Until finally someone realizes.
Sadly it was not kind.
"Yeah I think that's a good idea." He smiled a toothy grin, it was a smile he had mastered every time he lied.
His friend turned, watching the conversation before stepping in, "I thought you said no?" it was meant to be kind, and it was. A little hiccup a confusion at most, something that should not have escalated as far and as fast as it did.
"You just say yes to everything." His leader yelled, his eyes showing a sense of unbridled wrath.
"If I were to say something, you would agree, if he were to say something, you would agree."
It was the truth, in the most simplest terms, it was the truth and reality, so why did it hurt so much to hear it?
It wasn't an idea he could deny and it was one he could not accept. He could not hide behind the opinion of someone else. He had to say something.
His friend defended him as always, a friendship he knew would last. Even with his inability of static opinions.
and yet he somehow came face to face with him.
"Think for yourself." A never before seen rage somehow sprouted, for both of them. "Please," His leader says almost genuine. Almost like he meant it.
"What do you think."
Yet it was not a question.
So no answer was required.
This must be his fault.
It was a hole he had been digging for years now, and yet he still had never felt so deep, so helpless.
This was his fault.
And he was happy to accept it.
It's his fault.
[[]][[]][[]][[]][[]]
Art by jazetallo on Instagram
Character inspired by Tubbo
I just realized this was meant to be a story. . . not a poem, well to late now. The person in the picture and in the story is a real character, I don't know why I immediately went to him. (Maybe because he's my favorite character lol)
© All Rights Reserved
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