A/N: Hey all! I know this took me a while, but here's the next oneshot from me. (finally) I hope to have the last one soon. R & R people!

I know my family hates this. My addiction. But I can't help it; I need it just to get by nowadays.

I really hate the looks of disapproval when they see me going into my room. They know what I'm doing, but they never say anything.

That's what I'm doing right now. Sitting here alone in my room, I can finally feed the cravings that haunt me all the time.

A knock on my door interrupts my blessed relief and though I try my best to hide the evidence before anyone comes in, but I know that t won't fool them.

The intruder is Raph this time. Why can't they just leave me alone?

"Bro, why don'tcha come out and we c'n watch some tv. I'll let'cha have th' remote n everything."

I can see the dissapointment in his eyes. He has no illusions about what I've been doing.

"No thanks. I'd rather just be alone."

Raph sneers. "Yeah, I know just why ya wanna be 'alone' Mike. Do ya think we're all stupid or somethin? We all know what you're doin. Hell, it's all you do these days."

"Leave it Raph. I'll do whatever I want with my time." Who is he to tell me what I should or shouldn't be doing? Like he's some sort of saint.

"Y'know what? You can just stay in here and waste away then!" He turns angrily, but not before turning to say over his shoulder, "Just think about this; Splinter raised ya for better than this. You owe him for all he's done for you."

I hear him go into the dojo and start pummeling the punching bag. But I don't care; I've got my salvation.

But I only get a few minutes to be alone before there's another knock. What now?

Don storms in, looking so grim and angry that his face is hardly recognisable.

"I can't stand by and let this happen anymore. This has to stop."

The look in his eyes scares me. What's he gonna do?

Without pausing he goes over to my room and raises the instrument of my sanity above his head. "This is for your own good Mikey," he says, looking almost regretfull.

I almost don't get it, but at the last moment, just before it starts to fall it comes to me. He's going to destroy it! I make a desperate lunge to try and catch it, but I'm too late and it smashes - inches from my outstretched fingers.

"Don how could you do this to me? You know I need it!"

He looks down at me, eyes full of pity. "You don't need it. You never did. I don't know why you got so hooked on it in the first place."

With shaking hands I sort through the shattered fragments.

"Come on Mike! It's not that big of a deal!"

I feel his hands pulling at me, trying to get me to stand. After only a couple of attempts, he gives up and leaves me to sit in a heap in front of my sole sourse of comfort - now all in pieces on the floor.

"Mike, you have to be reasonable about this. It's not like you don't have any other games."

"But how will I ever be able to live with myself, knowing that I left the dreaded Doctor Robotnic undefeated and unchecked. Who will help Sonic now?"

Don just looks down at me and shakes his head. As he turns to leave, I hear him mutter, "I wish I'd never found that Megasytem in the first place."

Alone at last, I stare down at the wreckage before me, Don's words echoing in my head. I know now that he's right. I have been neglecting other, very important, parts of my life.

After all, that poor, unfortunate Bandicoot hasn't had any attention in a while. And who knows what kinds of horrible things that guy Cortex has been up to lately.