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I looked into his eyes, and I saw him concentrated on the game we were playing. He obviously thought that he could beat me. How cute stupid of him to think that. Doesn’t he know my power in the mindscape? But I digress. I search his thoughts. It’s not creepy, it’s friendly. I just want to know what he’s thinking about! It’s nothing too bad! I look, and he’s thinking about how he can attempt to outsmart me.
“Knight G7? Should I pull an Anderssen? No, he would expect that. I should do g5, it’s far enough down the list of good moves that he wouldn’t expect it, and it still gives me a big enough advantage that I can probably force the win later on. Except… ”
He always thought like that, overcomplicating things. It’s kind of cute in a way. Little did he know that I wanted him to win. Humans are weird creatures, they always crave approval, they always crave a win; and none moreso than Stanford Pines. He never truly got that approval from anyone else in his life; they all ended up betraying him or demanding he did the impossible. I was his only true friend; the only one who didn’t think he was a screw-up, a weirdo, that weird kid with that hot extra finger. If I could give him that, he would do as I say (and I would never have to worry about him leaving me). I could have that portal between our dimensions and finally touch him in real life for once. I could finally be ruler of this world and stop anyone from taking him away from me. But anyways, he finally makes his move. Qf4. I play Qe5, a blunder. I know this. He deserves a win. He deserves success. He deserves everything. I just wish he could get it. Too bad he can’t until the portal’s done.
I take my mind off of that to focus on the game. I hope he likes his win. I just wish it would last an eternity. For him, and for me. I do, well and truly, love him after all.