This wont be the best , but I certainly did my best , but I must apologize for if have dyslexia and im shure the grammar is horrible lol
-I hate my blood. My eyes , my shell
I'm weak, I'm tired , I wish my eyes weren't so heavy, I wish I could work , no food break, no bathroom, no water. I wish I didn't bleed. I'm so exhausted but I need to work -
the soft shell talks to himself, his eye lids heavily threatening that the next blink will put him to the rest that he so dreads. As he lifts up his coffee mug he feels that urge to yawn ,trying to fight it he drinks the bitterness in his mug , chugging it till he can see again. his eyes still unfocused but functional he goes back to work , he has to for if he sleeps he'll have the torturest nightmare the one that makes him feel , which is worse than hallucinating. the nightmare just puts him back in the same moment of time , the snapping turtles begging and the sliders dumb voice over the intercom as the alien ball in the sky blows up , the portal closed , the slider on the other side as the air was filled with hopelessness and fear like there was no Solution , he couldn't find one , his mind tried, it couldn't come of with anything of the sort , his head spinning his heart heavy the thought and memories of the slider his brother his family his twin mixed with the fear and fast thoughts of Solutions when all of a sudden it all quites it all stops he cant hear anything but the innoying ringing plunges though any sound that dares go in to his ears at the feeling of tears
he lifts his head off of his desk and stands slouched over his table the soft shell coverd his mouth
-stop … stop … just stop!! '
his hands swipe the desk, throwing everything to the ground , his head pounding. Hands shaking he runs to the bathroom as he feels the familiar acid creeping up his throat the feeling in his gut that can't be stopped with simple breaths as he reched it all out , all the coffee and bile he's been holding in no rememances of food , only coffee that burns his heart or maby that was feelings. he could never tell it was never his first thought only after , he gets up and looks at himself in the mirror , the soft shell sees his mask is still on he simply forgets that its not apart of him, not his design. he holds his head and looks down at the floor as it spins , his hands drenched in sweat and eyes tearing yet agin as the wishes come back ,the yearning to be all metal , to not have to breath or blink, blinking was the worst , especially when exhausted every blink had the sound of bubbles popping and every time he heard the pops. he cringed.
he looks up at the light and sighed the light flickering and burning blue circles into his retinas making it harder to see what was in front of him
as voice says but he cant see the face due to both the lack of sleep and the blue ring dancing in his vision
-donnie im worried about you -
and with that Donnie knows who this is only one turtle says that with such truth in his voice
-hello Raphella, yes you do seem to state that many times , how may I be of assistance -
the soft shell tries to hide the tremor in his voice as he stumbled out of the bathroom talking off his mask and sitting in his chair
the snapper asked pointing to the mess of tech and mugs on the floor
-ah that , just A little malfunction -
- looks like you swiped it off your table
- the snapper observed witched Donnie hatted , in the last few months his brother has gotten better spotting these things -well as i said , a malfunction -
-don, are you thinkin you're a robot again?-
the snapper says crossing his arms and dipping his head in a deep sigh
- I know you love the thought of no feeling and that whole situation , but don your better as this , a turtle like us , we love our brother the way he is-
-such sweet sentiment but dear Raphella I am thinking nothing of the sort. Only restoring the years of work the krang destroyed-
he looks down and sighs and looks back at raph
-yes yes I can smell your worried stink , I shall sleep at some point of the night and or day -
-now - the snapper lifts up the soft shell and takes him to the sliders room with much protest he lays down with the softshell in his arms and the sliders arms wrapped around donnie unconsciously -there , now you have no choice -
-ah , well played Raphella , but just know i shall get my revenge - the soft shell says as he passes out head hitting the pillow