Dead . . .
I am so so so so so so sorry i haven't uploaded or reveiwed anything, or even been ON ff.net lately, but my computer crashed and the memory was wiped, and i lost everything (crys) Forgive me for this being so really short, but i had to write something quickly and this sprang to mind while I was washing the pots, heh, read on . . . (Sorry about any spelling mistakes, but i don't have Word anymore, bummer. I might do a better, more detailed one of this later when I know my computer isn't going to be wiped anymore).
The lair was silent now. All noise had ceased since they had stopped. A five year old Michelangelo stared at the scene. He had been playing, having a great time with them, and then they stopped. They just . . . Died. Master Splinter said that all this happens, all their power and juice had gone and they stop working. Mikey thought of all the fun times he had with them . . . They had been through so much. He had played games with them, he had fought battles with them, he had defeated the baddies with them . . . Now they were gone. Never to live again. He was still staring at it. He wouldn't put it down. He had beeen so close as well.
"Wha' will I do now?" Mikey muttered to himself. The lair was too quiet. It just didn't sound right. Mikey's eye ridges turned down in a sad frown. He had loved them. They had offered him so much, and he spent hours with them. They were so important to him. He played with them everyday, now he couldn't. They would never work again. Their energy had been drained, as Master Splinter says. He says they don't live forever. That had made Mikey sad. But he had said something that made him happy afterwards. His small mind couldn't remember what it was, but it was important. Why did they have to go? Why can't they stay full forever? And what would he do now he had no one to play with? No one to battle with? No one to solve things with. They made him happy. They were always there when Mikey had been naughty and sent to his room; or when he was feeling down. They had always been ready to cheer him up. Now they couldn't. He missed them already, and they had only died a few minutes ago. Mikey's small, sweet eyes blinked as he remembered the good times he had with them. He stared around his room, the thing still in his small, three fingered hands. He wouldn't let go. He couldn't let go. He didn't want to believe that all his adventures were over now. He thought about all the bad guys he had fought. He was always proudly beaming at his brothers when he defeted one. He had done it, with 'them'. Now, he could do that no longer. It saddened him.
"What . . . What can I pway with now? Dey gone . . . Power all gone . . . Left me . . ." He threw the thing down on his bed in front of him and stared at it.
Donnie doddled in and stared at him, smiling. " Mikey, we gat plenty of new batt'ries inna draw, I cun put sum in ya game boy for ya."
Mikey's face split into a smile. "Tanks, Donnie!" He picked up his game boy, which he threw on the bed, and handed it to his brother, who took the old ones out and threw them away, disappering to get some new ones.
"Yooks like we gunna pway again after all!"
Okay, silly? Yeah, I thought so too, but I had to put it down because my fingers and imaginitive mind would bug me until i do! I bet you all already guessed what it was before at the start, shows how rubbish I am. But, thanks for reading, and expect more coming, I have to caught up with the week I lost when my comp decided it was time to crash . . . again (glars at computer). Hehe, more coming . . .
I am so so so so so so sorry i haven't uploaded or reveiwed anything, or even been ON ff.net lately, but my computer crashed and the memory was wiped, and i lost everything (crys) Forgive me for this being so really short, but i had to write something quickly and this sprang to mind while I was washing the pots, heh, read on . . . (Sorry about any spelling mistakes, but i don't have Word anymore, bummer. I might do a better, more detailed one of this later when I know my computer isn't going to be wiped anymore).
The lair was silent now. All noise had ceased since they had stopped. A five year old Michelangelo stared at the scene. He had been playing, having a great time with them, and then they stopped. They just . . . Died. Master Splinter said that all this happens, all their power and juice had gone and they stop working. Mikey thought of all the fun times he had with them . . . They had been through so much. He had played games with them, he had fought battles with them, he had defeated the baddies with them . . . Now they were gone. Never to live again. He was still staring at it. He wouldn't put it down. He had beeen so close as well.
"Wha' will I do now?" Mikey muttered to himself. The lair was too quiet. It just didn't sound right. Mikey's eye ridges turned down in a sad frown. He had loved them. They had offered him so much, and he spent hours with them. They were so important to him. He played with them everyday, now he couldn't. They would never work again. Their energy had been drained, as Master Splinter says. He says they don't live forever. That had made Mikey sad. But he had said something that made him happy afterwards. His small mind couldn't remember what it was, but it was important. Why did they have to go? Why can't they stay full forever? And what would he do now he had no one to play with? No one to battle with? No one to solve things with. They made him happy. They were always there when Mikey had been naughty and sent to his room; or when he was feeling down. They had always been ready to cheer him up. Now they couldn't. He missed them already, and they had only died a few minutes ago. Mikey's small, sweet eyes blinked as he remembered the good times he had with them. He stared around his room, the thing still in his small, three fingered hands. He wouldn't let go. He couldn't let go. He didn't want to believe that all his adventures were over now. He thought about all the bad guys he had fought. He was always proudly beaming at his brothers when he defeted one. He had done it, with 'them'. Now, he could do that no longer. It saddened him.
"What . . . What can I pway with now? Dey gone . . . Power all gone . . . Left me . . ." He threw the thing down on his bed in front of him and stared at it.
Donnie doddled in and stared at him, smiling. " Mikey, we gat plenty of new batt'ries inna draw, I cun put sum in ya game boy for ya."
Mikey's face split into a smile. "Tanks, Donnie!" He picked up his game boy, which he threw on the bed, and handed it to his brother, who took the old ones out and threw them away, disappering to get some new ones.
"Yooks like we gunna pway again after all!"
Okay, silly? Yeah, I thought so too, but I had to put it down because my fingers and imaginitive mind would bug me until i do! I bet you all already guessed what it was before at the start, shows how rubbish I am. But, thanks for reading, and expect more coming, I have to caught up with the week I lost when my comp decided it was time to crash . . . again (glars at computer). Hehe, more coming . . .