Over the same few days, the Titans kept well to their word and let Beast Boy have some time to himself, hoping he would come around and be willing to move on from Terra and the obvious breakup.

Not one of them still knew what really happened with Terra, or were even convinced if it was really her that Beast Boy saw, but they let it go, willing to move on with their own lives. Their only concern now was Beast Boy.

They still intended to try and talk to him, but only after he had given the signs that he had calmed down enough.

Beast Boy still had not made any attempts to talk with them, or go near them ever since the night at the museum.

He wouldn’t join them for meals, he didn’t wish to train with them or go out for Pizza. Not that it mattered since the Pizza Place had officially closed down.

Finally, Starfire couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to at least try and break the ice with Beast Boy right now.

She knocked at his door.

“Friend Beast Boy, are you there?”

There was no answer.

“Beast Boy, can we not converse of the problems you are having? I know that you are feeling lost in the place of the dumps, but I only wish to help you overcome your troubles.”

Still no answer…

Starfire knew it was rude to barge into someone’s room without permission, but she just wanted to see.

She slid the door open-- it wasn’t even locked-- and Beast Boy was nowhere to be seen, but his window was open as the drapes fluttered in the soft breeze.

On the lower bunk was a note from Beast Boy:

Starfire sighed, but she took it as a sign that at least he was willing to communicate with the others, even if it was not a formal way.

Still, she couldn’t stand the sight of his room and how messy it was. Even with the window open and the air flowing through, she couldn’t stand the smell of all the rotting foods and the smell of dust.

She groaned so hard that Robin heard her, thinking she was being attacked, and raced to the bedroom.

“Star, what’s wrong?” but he could see for himself, and he was just as repulsed by the mess. “How could he have let the mess build up like this? This isn’t healthy for him!”

Starfire agreed, “I have heard somewhere that living in unsanitary condition can cause irrefutable behaviour.”

Her boyfriend agreed.

Even though they knew this was breaking someone’s privacy, knowing Beast Boy would never clean this mess up himself, and officially declaring it a danger to the health of the entire Tower, Robin gathered all the Titans together for the task of cleaning the room.

Cyborg and Raven were reluctant to do, especially when it came to picking up things like dirty and very smelling socks off the floor for the laundry. “Just gross…!”

Cyborg picked up the old pizza boxes and dishes, too frightened to wonder how long they had been there.

“That’s nasty!”

Soon the room was starting to look much cleaner but it still needed work.

Starfire and Raven then stripped off the bed of its sheets, noting the funky smell.

Raven also noticed print of Beast Boy’s body in the mattress, showing it was in desperate need of a flip-over.

Not wanting to touch it due to being horribly grossed-out until now, she used her powers to levitate it up, but then something caught her eye.

“What’s that?” she asked and leaned the mattress up against the wall.

She picked up a book that was on the solid bedframe.

All the titans huddled around.

“Since when does Beast Boy read anything other than comic-books?” wondered Cyborg.

Robin took the book from Raven, and opened it randomly to a page that he found was written about him.

“Robin is really getting be…” he paused at what he saw written after that, “…A Jerk?!”

The others all gawked in shock.

Robin kept reading…

“Robin is really getting to be a jerk. He’s always taking things so seriously, and even when his fun side shows it doesn’t last.

He’s always insisting that I grow up and be more like him, and now he’s starting to tell me I’ve got to embrace the changes that are happening and “Get over it!”

He’s changed too, and not for the best. He’s gone from the cool, suave leader in the mask and cape, to a mister bossy, sneering-face, creep that loves to act like he has all the answers.

He really is a “DICK” just like his name says.”


Robin was infuriated by what he had just read, and Cyborg realized, “This is BB’s diary!”

Starfire immediately insisted, “We must not peer any further. Not into the private thoughts of our friend.”

While Robin would normally have done the sensible thing, he read the next section which was about Starfire herself.

“Starfire’s been living with us and on Earth for what, two years now, and in all that time she still hasn’t learned all that much… except how to get on my nerves!”

“What?” snapped Starfire, and she took the book and continued to read.

“What’s happened with Star? I used to be close with her, now it seems all she cares about is following Robin’s ways. Then again that’s to be expected. Ever since Tokyo when they finally became a couple.

I always thought they’d make a cute one, but now that they actually are, I couldn’t be more upset and jealous considering I don’t have someone special.

And just like Robin, she’s starting to take things too seriously. Her optimism is really blinding her from what’s realistic, and after the way she also insists that I “Move on” and “Look to my future.”

…I ought to call her what she called me…”

“…A Clorbag Varblernek?!!” yelled Starfire, and her eyes went green with blazing light! “How dare he say such a thing to me! He knows not the meaning of the term!”

She felt very offended and looked ready to roast the book to ash in her hands, but Cyborg quickly grabbed it out of her grip.

Much as he felt he should put it down, his curiosity got the better of him.

“Don’t do it.” suggested Raven “Give me the book, now!” but he turned his back on her and began to read his own segment.

“Cyborg, he’s always had my back… sometimes.

Then again, he’s the cool techno-geek and I’m the lame little monkey wrench he loves to kick out because I don’t know as much as he does about tools or making cool things that are useful to the team.

Constantly besting me at video games just to stomp at me and laugh at my skills as a gamer? How many screws does he have loose?!

Now he’s all with the “Get over it” and “Move on” too. I mean sure, he nearly died, and I would’ve hated myself for that, but constantly berating me for it, and pushing my buttons about letting go of my own feelings is way overkill.

“At least we found a way to shut him up” he said that to me when we were in Mumbo’s hat, well he’s lucky I don’t try to shut him DOWN… he’s really asking for it!

He’s no bro to me now. He’s more a blow!”



Cyborg felt his face burning with rage. “Why that stinking little--” he couldn’t find any words as he was far too angry to think straight.

“Okay, you’ve all gone too far.” Raven said, and she decided to leave before she herself was tempted to read what was said about her, but Robin had taken the book from Cyborg and read it himself.

“Raven, don’t even get me started about her!”

Raven stopped where she was and cringed softly trying to resist, but Robin read more.

“Out of all the Titans she is the most pathetic, rudest, miserable, and disgraceful person that I’ve ever known.

She constantly acts rude and grumpy, I don’t care what excuse she has. That’s no excuse to take it out on me with her insults and her attitude.

When I called her creepy, I guess I was right. Even a spider crawling up your leg is less creepy than she is.

All I try to do is get her to lighten up, and make her smile now and, but it’s obvious she doesn’t care, not even after all the heart-to-heart moments we had. I bet she doesn’t even care about that time she hugged me when I cheered her up after having her heart broken, because I know what it feels like.

No, the way I see it, she could easily learn to control her powers so her emotions won’t be so dangerous, then she might be more fun instead of boring and quiet with her nose buried in her books all the time.

I think she prefers to be the miserable freak that she acts like, it’s especially shown the way she continues to smack me in the head, make rude remarks about my ideas and suggestions, even when they’re right.

All I wanted to do was get in closer to look at that cool statue, and I wasn’t going to touch it, and she just acts like a control-freak boss again!

Raven is pushing me too far to the edge, and sometimes I worry that if she pushes me too far, I just may have hurt her, the same way she’s hurt me!”

Raven stood where she was, her face looked frozen in one neutral expression, but her fists were clenched hard, and then her eyebrows went way down.

“I’m not cleaning this room anymore!” she hissed and left in a huff.

“Me neither.” said Cyborg as he followed her.

Robin and Starfire didn’t read anymore of the book, not wanting to see any further-- they didn’t even bothered to read the segment about Terra, or the one Beast Boy had made for himself.

“How could he say such unkind things about us?” asked Starfire.

Robin shook his head in shame, “There’s no excuse at all for thinking such things about us. He’s lucky he even has us or he’d be rotting in the street by now.”

The couple left the bedroom, no longer wishing to help Beast Boy or pretty much try to him from his grieving, not after the things they had read.

Beast Boy, not realizing the trouble coming his way, had been flying around the city to lose his woes, but this flight only made things worse for him.

Many places in the city had changed.

As well as the Video Store, the block where the new office complex was going up-- the one that cost him his favorite candy store.

Now the pizza place was closed already there were barriers around it warning people of the renovations.

The arcade was gone-- converted into a hardware store.

The skate park was now a parking lot.

The abandoned amusement park at the pier-- the place where he used to hang with his friends and where he and Terra had their first date-- instead of being fixed up and put back in business, it was cleared out and was now a shipping dock for boats.

“Ugh!” he groaned to himself “Can’t these people knock it off with all this change?! The city was fine before without them!”

Naturally, he didn’t bother to protest or voice his opinion to anyone, knowing that nobody, especially The Titans, would listen to him the way things were now. they would most likely ignore his grieving and tell him, again, to “move on” or “grow up” or treat him like dirt either way.

It was as if people had stopped caring and their only interests were money, power, and boring work that sucked all the fun out of everything!

All this change was really starting to get to him, like an old painful flame reigniting deep inside, but the worst change of all was with Terra, and how she just kicked him and demanded he stay away from her so she could live a normal life.

He sat upon a rooftop edge feeling hurt and lost inside. “Why…?” he wondered softly “Why does this stuff always happen to me?!”

More and more memories of good times, times that were no more, flashed passed him, making him feel sad and furious at the same time. What he would give now to find some way to stop these memories from tormenting him and making him feel like such a loser.

He began to sing about it in his head…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_tAJ4p1boI

As the song ended, he only felt a little better but he was still feeling really tense and filled with much anger and hate!

He even felt hot and sweaty and felt like he needed some cool air-conditioning, but he didn’t feel like going back to the tower yet.

Luckily, just below him was the museum, and while it usually wasn’t his kind of place to go, he didn’t mind this time, and thought he’d check out the new display the sword was in, just to see if it was safe.

Surely enough, inside it was cool with the A.C on, and the display was set up nicely, surrounded by a metal fence and glass walls to keep the artifacts safe.

It was a good thing there was no one else near the display at the moment, so he could have some space to think to himself.

As he stared at the sword, in his current condition like most people would, you can bet he was thinking of what it would be like to have it, or a weapon like it, to have the power or ability to get back at those who wronged you.

“Snap out of it, man.” he thought to himself “It’s not me. I can’t do it; even if I did really want to get even with them, not like that. Never like that.”

Things were soon about to get really bad, for Terra and her friends were at the museum doing research for their history class at school.

Terra look a little tired due to not sleeping well, and as she told her friends, “I’ve been having nightmares lately, every time I fall asleep.”

She didn’t bother to tell them what it was about and especially didn’t mention Beast Boy’s name, and she didn’t have to.

“You were dreaming about that kid again, weren’t you.” said Jackie. “I thought you were over him?”

“It’s just dreams. I can’t help them, and neither could you. We don’t choose what we dream after all.”

The girls were not convinced. Not only did they scoff at such ideas about dream controlling, they squarely put the blame on Beast Boy for putting these thoughts into her head.

“Even when he’s not stalking you, he gets under your skin.” said Jillian “Just let me get my hands on him and I’ll--”

“Stop it!” snapped Terra. Her voice echoed through the atrium, and whatever people were nearby turned to face her.

She felt embarrassed, and then took her friends to a side to talk privately, “Look, can we just drop this. We came to do our research.”

Her friends didn’t know why she was acting so snippy. All they were trying to do was look out for her. They also were beginning to have a sickening feeling.

“I get the feeling there’s something you’re not telling us.” said Jackie.

Jillian then felt sick to her stomach “You’re not actually into that freak, are you?”

Terra was really getting angry with all the insults and slander thrown, but she couldn’t let her friends on.

While she was trying to put her past behind her, she also was trying her best not to let anyone even guess of her history with Beast Boy, the Titans, or even let anyone know she had powers to move rocks. She felt that if people found out this about her, they’d regard her as a freak, and wouldn’t help her or be a friend to. They’d probably kick her out of school too, and there would go her normal and comfortable life.

Worse than all that, she feared that if her past with Slade were to be uncovered and all the horrible crimes she committed while working for him, she’d have to answer for them.

“Yo! Earth to Terra.” called Jackie.

She snapped out of her trance.

Jillian couldn’t tell if she was really having feelings for Beast Boy or not. She needed more evidence.

Still, the girls went off to do their research, and of all the places for them to go, they went to see the new display where Beast Boy was.

The second they stepped inside, Terra stopped dead in her tracks as did the girls.

Beast Boy then noticed the faded reflections in the glass walls making him gasp softly, he turned round, and his eyes met with Terra, wide with shock and already growing pains of seeing each other since the other day at the school.

Jackie and Jillian were furious that he was here too, and could see how upset their friend was for seeing him.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Jackie asked with a sneer.

“Yeah! Get lost, Brat Boy!” growled Jillian.

Beast Boy didn’t even bother to respond to them, almost as if he couldn’t see or hear them. He just continued gawking at Terra, and the way he stared her deep in the eyes pierced her soul, and not in a good way.

He didn’t say anything to her though. There was nothing he wanted to say to her anyway. So he decided to just leave and began to walk for the exit behind her.

Her friends however, thought he was trying to approach her and harass her again, and blocked his way, and both stepped hard on his shoes, pinning him hard to the ground.

He groaned and wailed softly, but he didn’t dare turn into any animal and try to fight them, remembering what he had just promised, plus he didn’t want to start a fight near the displays that could get damaged.

“You keep away from her! You hear?!” threatened Jackie.

“You come near her or us again, and you’re dead, Butt-Boy!” added Jillian.

Beast Boy at least gave them both a shove, pushing them to the floor and off his feet.

“I was just leaving!” he sneered at them “And for the last time… it’s “Beast Boy!” Get it right, you morons!”

Something inside the girls snapped! Nobody called them “Moron” and they leapt up face, giving him a huge shove, while Terra watched in horrors as he crashed into the glass, actually shattering it, and knocking the sword and its pedestal over.

The alarms sounded due to the glass shattering.

The girls realized what they had done, and quickly began to run for it, grabbing Terra by the arms, and taking her with them.

Beast Boy got up rubbing his sore head, “JERKS!!” he shouted to the girls.

He felt the least he could do was pick up the sword and set it up right again.

So he reached down, and grabbed the hilt, but he suddenly began to feel very strange, as if some kind of force was enveloping him, following by the sounds of a deep. dark voice, hissing and snickering.

“Yes! The Hate, I feel it!

You will do nicely for me!”


Beast Boy let go of the sword, holding his head in extreme shock. “What in the world was that?!” he wondered.

Suddenly, he was grabbed by security, who had rushed onto the scene when the alarms sounded, and they found the display and its glass barriers broken, they automatically assumed the worst.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault!” he tried to explain “I didn’t do this; I was pushed into the glass.”

“Save it for the jury, kid!” snapped one of the guards.

The curator then appeared, and he couldn’t believe his eyes, also believing in the worst.

“Why did you break into the display?” he angrily demanded to know.

It was in vain that Beast Boy tried to explain his innocence. “You used cheap glass, and I was pushed into it by a couple of school girls. Check your security tapes!”

“Shut up!” shouted the curator “I paid good money for that glass, and it was imported from overseas. No way it’s cheap, and why should I look at the tapes when you’ve been caught red-handed holding the merchandise!”

“I wasn’t trying to take it!” whined Beast Boy “I was trying to stand it up!” but his arguments failed to convince the curator.

He then revealed that he had already called the police and they were on their way over, but Beast Boy felt his rage rising. No way did he want to be subject to further conspiracy and mistreatment.

Suddenly, he began to feel very strange. His head ached like crazy, and he felt himself slipping away into darkness as if something was taking over.

Without even realizing, he grabbed the two guards by their arms, and in a freak moment of extreme strength, he yanked on their arms, pulling them both together so they crashed headfirst into one another, and flipped them both over and onto the curator.

As the trio of men lay on the floor, he saw his chance and fled the scene, making it outside and turned into a bird, making a perfect getaway before the place was swarmed by police cars.

Beast Boy landed on a roof to catch his breath, and his head was still aching, like waking up from being knocked unconscious.

“What happened?” he asked no one in particular “Last thing I remember, I grabbed the sword and--” and he could see were blurry flashbacks of what looked like a scrap of himself fighting with two men, but while he could hardly make things out, he decided he needed to tell the Titans about this.

He got to the tower, flying through the open windows and into the lounge where he saw the other Titans.

“Guys!” he called “Something really weird just happened…!”

He stopped when he realized none of the others looked his way, and just ignored him with grouchy expressions on their faces.

“Guys, I need to talk with you!”

Starfire spoke to Robin, “Did you hear something?”

“Nothing that I wanted to hear.” remarked Robin.

“Ditto that” added Cyborg.

Raven said nothing, and just turned a page of her book not even looking up.

“What is with everyone?” Beast Boy asked.

He walked around amongst the others, but they still paid him no mind.

“Will someone please talk to me?!”

Robin finally put down the phone, and looked at him angrily, “That was the curator of the museum. He says you caused a bit of trouble there, and now we all have to face charges because of you.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about!” wailed Beast Boy, but before he could get another word in, Starfire interrupted, “I cannot believe you would try to steal the sword from its display!”

“I didn’t try to steal it!” he snapped at her “You have no right to accuse me like this.”

Cyborg finally looked up at him and growled, “Oh? And I suppose if we keep it up you’ll WRITE about us again?!” and he held up to Beast Boy’s horror. “…My diary!”

At that point, all the Titans looked crossly at Beast Boy.

“You found and read my diary?!” he shouted “How could you! It’s supposed to be private!”

“Then perhaps you should not leave it lying around.” grumbled Starfire.

Beast Boy was feeling madder by the second, and dashed to his room to find how much different it looked-- cleaner and less cluttered.

He returned to the lounge even more furious than ever. “You went into my room, you messed it up, and you read my private diary?!”

Not one of the others showed the least of qualms.

“I can’t believe you, man.” said Cyborg “I thought we were bros, and this is how you really think of me?!”

Starfire looked a mix between angry and hurt at Beast Boy, “We give you a home, and our friendship and you do not appreciate any of it in the least bit.

You are not worthy of being my friend!”

Raven said nothing, but gave him a very furious glare, madder than any she had ever given.

“What? I’m suddenly the bad guy here?!” Beast Boy thundered. He began to make a connection that they didn’t know the whole story, of why he would write such things about them in the first place.

“…You didn’t read my section, didn’t you? Maybe if you did, you’d know that--”

“Enough!” shouted Robin “I don’t want hear another word out of you Beast Boy. As team leader, I’m officially putting you on probation. You are suspended from team activities, outings and are restricted solely to duty until further notice.”

Not that Beast Boy really cared that much anyway, he did not like the way he was being treated at all. “You can’t treat me like this; not without letting me explain myself.”

“Bottom-line, Beast Boy,” snapped Robin “We’re fed up with your sulking and acting like the world owes you, just because you can’t get over your obsession with Terra!

You need to learn to grow up!”

Finally fed up with the harshness, Beast Boy marched straight up to him looking like he was ready for a fight, and Robin stood ready to take him on, but instead all Beast Boy did was glare at him dead in the eyes and hiss ever so deeply, “Then stop holding me back like everything else!”

Robin only turned his back on Beast Boy as did the others, which prompted him to head up the stairs to adjourn to his room-- forgetting completely what he wanted to tell the others-- but he stopped a moment to punish them as Robin just punished him!

“From now on, Titans… we are just teammates! If any of you get hurt or die in battle, I don’t really care!”

Each Titan felt that sentence strike them hard, even Raven, and Beast Boy left the lounge in a huff.

As hurt as the Titans had felt, and as upset as they were that the team was having this fallout, they still remained strong to their word, and were no longer willing to put up with him until he straightened out.

All Beast Boy could do was sit in his cleared out room, slump onto his unmade mattress and feel the deep burning pain swelling up inside of him, which made his head spin like crazy.

“What’s… happening?!” he groaned. He was either so overwhelmed by the grief and falling out he just had with his so-called friends, or something was seriously wrong with him.

That same voice seemed to called to him from within his mind,

“Give in to the hate!

Let it consume you!

Embrace the power!”

Beast Boy felt so dizzy and weary he couldn’t even try to question what was wrong with him, and he fell off his mattress and onto the floor where he completely blacked out.

While in Equestria, after a long hard day of teaching about Love and Hate to her students, and spending time with her family, Twilight was once again, wide awake and trying to study that strange jewel.

“What is this thing?” she kept asking herself over and over.

Finally, she just lay it down on the desk, and stretched out yawning.

That’s when moonlight shone through the window and other the jewel, making it pulsate again.

Twilight gawked in awe at the glowing jewel, and gave it a small touch, shoving it out of the moonlight, which made it stop glowing.

She noted this, and then brought the jewel back into the light, and it was glowing again.

Twilight looked out the open window. “The moonlight…”

She could tell now that the jewel absorbed some kind of power from the light, but exactly what kind of power was still a mystery.

Suddenly, Twilight began to see something within the jewel itself; what looked like images of a city that she had never seen before.

“What is this?” she wondered, and she reached up with her hoof to softly touch the jewel.

At once, her hoof began glow and sparkle, which spread across her limb and all over her body.

“Hey!!” she cried “What’s going on?! HEY-----!!”

All at once, her body turned into a field of sparkles that disappeared into the jewel, and the jewel was knocked off the table, and out of the moonlight.

Starlight grumpily came into the study, having been awoken, yet again by Twilight’s screaming.

She was joined by Shinning Armor and Cadance.

“Twilight…!” called Starlight “Can you please keep it--” she stopped when she noticed.

“Where is she?” asked Shining Armor.

“We heard her scream from in here.” said Cadance.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of Flurry Heart crying. “Oh, dear, the baby’s up.”

Her husband sighed, and they both went off to comfort their daughter, while Starlight searched the study.

Spike was the only one who stayed in bed, and he was most annoyed by all the noise and commotion going on.

“What’s a guy got to do to get some sleep?!” he groaned, and he pulled the covers up over his head, and buried himself under his pillow.

Author's Notes:

8:51

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWP8beRD0QU&t=551s

Yep, that's how it goes. I/You "the writer of the story" controls it all (what the characters think, do, say... everything) It may seem wrong to YOU, that doesn't make it wrong IN GENERAL, and sometimes it does reflect real life because some things like this CAN/DO happen

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-How many times has this happened in cartoons/shows (or even in real life) You read someone else's diary, and all this chaos ensues.

Sure people shouldn't go peering into other people's diaries
But then again, why keep a diary in the first place if this sort of thing ALWAYS HAPPENS?

-Has that ever happened to you before in your life? You get accused of something you didn't do, and no one will believe your innocence nor are they interested in anything that may defend you? (like how the curator behaved.)

Still, it's all part of the plot, and needs to be for things to go how I want it.