He had always been there for me. Every time Leo bitched me out, every time Mikey's shenanigans became too much, every time the mad scientist's experiments shook up the lair, he was there for me. In this damn world filled with oddities and uncertainties, he was the only thing I could count on to be there.
I remember when I first got him, how he just seemed to become attached to me. And with every leaf eaten out of my hand, I became attached to him. It wasn't long before I'd begin to talk to him. Just a "hi" here, a "so how'd your day go" there; simple phrases that I knew wouldn't verbally get answered, but felt nice to say.
Maybe because I knew he actually listened.
It's hard, being the odd one out. At times I feel that everyone else has one another, they all enjoy each other's company. But then I walk into the room, and a tense air fills up the space. I know I snap easy, but I wish they weren't always afraid that what they'd say would piss me off.
But he never talked. He was never afraid.
His role in my life was one that my brothers could never fill. To listen, to comfort, and to not really do anything at all… so simple, yet they'd never be able to pull it off.
But that's not to say they aren't important. In fact… they're the most important guys in my life. The bonds of brotherhood will always hold tight. I will always be there for them, and they'll always be there for me.
And that's just something that Spike can't comprehend.
I do not own TMNT.