This is a sequel to "Goodbye". Because, I felt as if it needed to be made.
Perhaps there will be a happy ending. ...Maybe...
Chomp.
Spike's life was so simple. All he had to do was chew on his leaf, and act as a guidance counselor for his owner. And even then, all he had to do was chew on his leaf.
Chomp.
It was what he was doing now, chomping on leaf. But today, as he had for a while now, he was watching his owner with concern, his owner had been moping for a month. The only thing that the red one did nowadays was gently pet the unmutated turtle's head. He barely spoke, and simply didn't act like himself. He remembered waking up one night to his master sobbing into a pillow. It had deeply saddened the pet, and he wished he could do something to help.
It wasn't just his master that was different. He noticed that the purple one had gotten quiet. He couldn't remember the last time he seen him. The orange one had been acting weird too. It seemed that he was angry at everyone and everything. The furry one seemed to be getting sicker and sicker each day, and he missed the red-head girl that brought him strawberries. He also noticed one other thing...
The blue one was no where to be found. Not since last month. No one even talked about him. Is that why everyone was so sad? He didn't want his owner to be sad. Spike walked over to his master, who had his head down on the table, using his arms as a pillow. The red one was sleeping. He gently nudged the sleeping form.
Nothing.
"Guys! You gotta come in here! It's an emergency!" That was the orange one, he was sure of it.
The sound of his brother's voice woke up the red one. Grabbing Spike with him, he headed toward the living area. Just as Spike was getting comfortable, his owner stopped. Annoyed, the small turtle turned to look at whatever made the red one stop. When he saw, the little turtle eyes widen as well.
It was the blue one. Alive.
His master suddenly started moving much quicker than he did before. The red one got down on his knees in front of orange and blue, and Spike made his way out of his arms. He saw that the purple one had left his lab, and was coming toward the four turtles. Spike turned his head back to his family. The red one was on the verge of tears, tears of happiness. The orange one looked rather nervous and sad, but why? The blue one was home!
He soon got his answer as the blue one looked lazily at the red one. Confusion sketched across his face.
"Who are you?" Was he said.
That was all it took for his fragile master to break.