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A silent sob wracked its way through Yellow's body as he fiddled with the match in his hand, looking in at his 'room' in silent dismay. Sure, he loved his room to his hearts content, but at this point all it did was fuel him with disappointment.
His room had been filled to the brim with blueprints, some scrapped and others completed, scattered along the walls and floor to the point where you were almost always stepping on one. Pistons, redstone, even his computer that he had used for coding, everything was in there.
He used to love those things so much. He still does.
But it's become a nightmare for him at this point. Everything he does resulted in failure, fucking disappointments. Not just for his own self confidence but to his friends. His friends, the REASON he invented and tried experimenting with so many different things.
It used to be his daily hobby, make something his friends would love. Something they would hopefully treasure for the rest of their lives, but that was useless to him now.
"Yellow, are you kidding me? Again?" Blue snapped at him as they stood in front of the now destroyed house that Yellow's invention had completely torn down like a tornado.
"I'm sorry, I can fix it!" He cried, his eyes turning glossy. "I promise, just give me time!"
"What's the point, man? It's already torn down." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You need to stop."
"Yellow! You almost killed all my cats! Watch what you're doing with the staff!" Red called up to Yellow, who was hovering on his command block staff, trying to mess with the controls with it.
"Sorry, Red," He called down to him, gasping as he looked down at Red standing protectively in front of his cats. "I'll go somewhere else!"
"You're going to come back later, you always forget!" He called up in anger. "You need to stop!"
"Dude- your whole 'totally working redstone machine' nearly just blew up my build!" Green said, looking at Yellow in disappointment as he desperately tried to power off his contraption.
"Yes, I know. I'm so sorry, I thought I could've controlled the output better this time-"
"Don't you always say that?" Green said, letting out a husky sigh as he shook his head at Yellow. "You NEED to stop."
"Yellow, can't you set off your contraptions ANYWHERE else? I was trying to nap, I keep reminding you this." Second said, an exhausted look on his face.
Yellow scrambled to pick up all of the redstone he had placed down, gathering all of his pistons and redstone repeaters as he shoved them into his inventory. "I'm sorry, I forgot! I'll just move these outside."
"You're going to do the exact same thing tomorrow, you keep forgetting these things." Second just blinked tiredly at him, turning back to his room. "You need to stop."
You're going to do the exact same thing tomorrow.
You need to stop, stop, stop, stop.
They had a reason to be mad, they had a reason to hate his inventions. He keeps putting them at risk and it's his fault, and he's not getting any better any time soon. All he's doing is just provoking them more at this rate.
Maybe it's time to scrap it all together.
Yellow let out a sob as he lit the match, throwing it into his room, wiping the tears out of his eyes as the match caught fire on a blueprint almost immediately, the orange and yellow flames dancing around as Yellow watched silently.
With all the papers around his room it didn't take long before nearly everything was engulfed, Yellow simply standing there as he began inhaling the smoke, coughing with each breath.
By the time he was sure that his room was completely destroyed he tossed some water from his spare water buckets into the room, getting rid of the flames almost immediately. By the time all of his water buckets had been cleared, the only thing that remained was his completely charred room.
Another sob ran through his body as he fell to the knees, he didn't want to. He loved those blueprints so much, he worked hard on those...
But his friends didn't. What does it matter to him now, anyway?