The Color Silver (CreepyFic)

The Color Silver.

         The color Silver is a color many people find attractive, it goes with many colors and has a brilliant sheen. But it is known to tarnish.

         The color Gold is pricy and lustrous, the color of champions, and is the color known for first place trophies.

          You always hold the Gold. Gold is all that you know. Gold and Gold only, winning, that is what you cherish.

          And then it’s taken away from you. At first you don’t seem to mind, after all, everything’s okay, your ruler is back now. But now…

          They Don’t Care About You.

          No one wants to play as you anymore; they always want to play the new characters in a game. You stand there on your pedestal as the selection cursor passes you in favor of that raven haired girl. Pro gamers find out that your cabinet finally has that girl in their roster and now so many people are coming to play, anyone who picks you can’t hold up to how amazing these people play, no matter how fast lightning strikes, you’re just placing second.

          Your records go from a lustrous gold to brilliant silver. Silver, silver is now in your cabinets and you should be happy.

           There’s No Shame In Placing Second.

           You keep telling yourself that, but the pain continues and the jealousy starts to burn. But you try to lock it away, no, that’s what brought about the end of two worlds and nearly the entire arcade. No, you can’t do anything about it, you can’t change yourself.

           But you can change something else.

           You meet with the ruler under the pretense of learning what happened 15 years beforehand, about what to do if something were to ever happen like that again.

           She trusts you, she doesn’t even question why you ask, who could resist those big innocent blue eyes of yours? She tells you everything about the coding room, how things work, how code is maintained. Good.

           All you have to do is wait.

           You forfeit the roster race that next day, and while everyone else is racing, you go into the code room and preform the magic you want in that hollow and quiet room.

           And now you have everything at your fingertips, the next day people are picking you and you’re placing first every race. You feel your raven hair being licked by the wind as you win race after race. Looking back you smile sweetly as you see the Pink Lightning roll in second and the blue eyes of your friend looking overjoyed for simply racing.

           That night you look in the mirror.

           Your eyes are yellow.

           Like the Color Gold.

           You should have stuck to Silver.