AN: Whoo! Day eight! Getting this done yo! Lol. After this, I might be done for the night. Nine might have to wait until tomorrow. Maybe. We'll see after this chapter. Been on an old cartoon binge again. Ninja Turtles are my favorite. The newer ones, I couldn't get into. The art styles are fine but I don't really find them appealing. The stories...could be better. Sorry fans of the newer versions. I love older cartoons not just for the stories but I adore hand-drawn animation. It's magical. Just my opinion. What do you guys prefer? Cartoons of old or cartoons of new? I very much prefer cartoons of old. Never gonna change. Alright, let's move!
Mistakes? I'm falling asleep. Flames? You sexy bitches you.
Enjoy my loves!
8 Hours in Silent Nothing
Mac sat in pitch darkness not knowing how long he had actually been here or how he really got here. He, Jack, Riley, and Leanna were on a mission in their own backyard when it, of course, went wrong. The bad guys had been more prepared than they thought and now here he was. Silent nothing. Not even a speck of light to give him any clues as to where he might be.
'I hope Jack and the others are safe. I know Christmas is days away and while I hope they haven't forgotten me, I hope they spend Christmas with their loved ones.' Mac thought to himself.
Suddenly a single light appeared in the distance and something told him to go to it. A familiar voice called to him and he got up. He hesitated. He wasn't sure if he should follow the voice or go to the light.
He decided to follow the voice and see what happens. Something told him the light would lead him astray and somewhere he didn't want to be. He followed the voice until a bright light took over and he opened his bleary eyes.
"Mackie! Thank god!"
Mac looked over to see Jack sitting beside him and smiling like he won the lottery.
"Jack?" Mac croaked.
"It's a Christmas miracle. I thought I lost you bud." Jack said softly.
Mac asked what happened and Jack told him the bad guys got the upper hand and poisoned Mac after they got separated. It took eight hours but they finally found the antidote and Mac would be fine after some bed rest.
Mac looked around and found his hospital room had been decorated for the Holidays and the rest of his family sleeping peacefully in a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor. He smiled. He hadn't missed Christmas and his family was still here. He closed his eyes and drifted off in a peaceful light.
Like day 4, I decided to keep it vague and let your imaginations run wild.
Day 9 inbound! Tomorrow. I need sleep.