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The Elementals are beings who've lived far longer than most, beings who possessed powerful capabilities that all desired and feared, but despite that, greed overtook fear and so 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 vyed for the powers they possessed.
They lived even longer than their previous users v̶e̶s̶s̶e̶l̶s̶ and were farther than what BoBoiBoy made them seem to be, beings of tenderness, full of power yet humble, in BoBoiBoy's eyes that is. A perfect mask they so carefully made for ℎ𝑖𝑚. Nobody else.
He was someone they deemed to be worthy for their powers, someone they want to keep for themselves, to take, to 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙.
But nothing lasts forever, the mask they've made slowly began to crack, made by their own greed and desire to be free, although, they'd still keep him with them.
Their true essence began showing as thoughts of taking over his body began appearing, but nonetheless, they still care for their host, their home, their vessel. sɹᴉǝɥʇ
Caring for him in their own loving t̶w̶i̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ ways, always heeding to his calls for the use of their powers, taking care of his t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ body whenever they split into each of their own consciousness, leaving him in their place inside his watch.
Despite the cracks in their mask made for him, he remained blissfully unaware of it all, used to them always by his side, not noticing that it was starting to become too much I̶t̶'s̶ a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ b̶e̶e̶n̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶y̶.
The Elementals are beings full of hatred and greed for freedom. The multitude of their existence filled with their own powers, the essence of themselves, being used as tools. Passed one after the other to be controlled by people filled with greed and selfish desires.
𝐻𝑒 made them feel emotions, choose their own choices, their own thoughts.
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They want him to stay, to be kept, to be controlled. ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.