Shackles of past and present

Timeskip - 2 weeks

Nobita monologue:

It's been a long time hasn't it?

I don't even know what I am doing right now

When exactly did I start overthinking like this?

Inner voice is a real mess

What can I do about it? Even my inner world is bland and boring. I wish my life could have been as colourful as those comics I read. Superheros, reincarnators, isekai. Why am I stuck in such a bland world.

       Haha seems like I am still in my chunni phase. And it isn't like I don't have something fantasy like either. Existence of Doraemon is a huge anamoly in this world. Time machine... How does it work exactly? I remember seeing a show on tv that said it is possible to go into future by travelling at light speed but impossible to go in past. Gotta ask him how he does that.

   As for me? I am still living in the past. With no hope for a bright future and a deep fear for the present, I reminisce on the past and still, all I find are disappointing memories. Grandma was the only one who truly understood me but she left the world. It should have been me....

  After I lost the air gun, Doraemon was mad at me. He scolded me and had to use  another one of his gadgets to find it. He said  stuff like: "I won't ever lend you a gadget again","Why do you always do this?","How do you manage to mess up this bad even with my gadgets?"

   I wonder if given a chance, will Doraemon leave me..? He would have been better off without me right? I am a disappointment... right? Do I even deserve such high tech gadgets?

Third person pov:

Earlier...

Nobita was stunned as he saw the broken airgun that he threw previously.

The glossy blue coloured robot continued to bore hole through his gaze as anger spewed through his eyes.

"Nobita... I am done with you. Why do you do this everytime. Everytime I give you a gadget, you manage to perfectly mess up everytime. Do you ever know the value of this gun?"

Doraemon broke down as he started crying.

"Why do you do this....why?"

"You know that gadgets aren't free right?"

The boy's eyes turned lifeless as he stared at the robot

A storm was whirling inside his gaze as he listlessly left the room.

Present:

Nobita's pov:

I felt a little relief as I soak into bathtub

I felt a dull pain in my head as I remembered the inconvenience I caused Doraemon. He started crying

Maybe I should ki** myself? That would solve all the problems right? Drowning myself here suddenly doesn't seem like much of a bad idea.

But I know I won't do it. I am too much of a coward to do anything. I can't live properly, I can't die properly. I am a good for nothing.

I stare down from building roof but I can't make the jump, for I know there are people waiting for me at home...

They love me right? right?

I have been trying to improve myself...kind of. I stsrted studying 1hour a day and completed the homework. although I barely completed it while being at the end of my wits

I left after soaking in for another 10 minutes and now I am ready carry my sorry ass back to school.

At school:

Fortunately I wasn't late at school today, so I won't be standing outside the class.

As I reached the class on time, I could see the disappointed faces of some students who wanted to see me stand outside.

I really disappoint everyone, no matter what I do I see. They really want to see my fall.

After a few minutes teacher arrived.

"GOOD MORNING STUDENTS, I hope you have completed your homework"

I am relieved, I have done it afterall.

"Nobita, have you completed your homework?"

The teacher asked in an almost sarcastic tone.

"Yes teacher!"

"Oh I see so I will check your homework first"

He picked up my book and started seeing through it.

As he checked my answers, I could see his face filled with glee. He laughed out loud and said,

"Is this what you meant by 'I completed my homework'?



"Go stand outside class"

"But sir-"

"I SAID GOO"

I can see the whole class laughing at me, even Shizuka is giggling.

I walked out embarassingly out of class.

I did everything. I still couldn't do it. Whyyy? Whyyy?

I could hear the whispers of students.

They were saying things like:

"What was even the point in coming early if he was gonna stand outside anyway?"

"He is just a tryhardy anyways, he cant do shit"

I burst out crying outside the class

Author's note: yoo! I am back... Although too late. But anyways...

So you may notice some changes in writing style which ofcourse there will be after such a long time so I hope you understand