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It's been a week since you first played Asylum 43 and today you planned on playing the game with the turtles. Yeah, you haven't slept a lot so you were very tired. You made your way over to the lair, re-adjusting your backpack onto you shoulder. You have known the guys for about a year now, since they first saved your life. Believe or not, the saved you from committing suicide. You had major depression back then, and one day you just couldn't stand it, so you decided you would end your life. (Sorry if this gets emotional or anything)
.*FLASHBACK*.
'That's it. I'm done.' You thought to yourself. Tears were streaming down your red, puffy cheeks. You had been dealing with bullies ever since you moved to New York City. Finally, they got you and you cracked. Now you made your way to the rooftop of your apartment building. A note you left for you mother lay abandoned on the counter top. You opened the door that read "Roof Access". As you stepped outside onto the cool, concrete flooring, a gust of wind gently brushed your hair against you cheeks. You walked to the ledge of the building, and stepped upon it carefully. Your eyes gazed downward. That seemingly-long fall, would be your last painful memory. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and started to lean forward...
..Until, someone had pulled you off the ledge. You opened your eyes in confusion and fear, staring at the ledge you were on just a second ago. Then, your turned around, and your eyes met someone's baby blue eyes. An orange-banded turtle stood in front of you. You had no idea whether to scream, cry, or run away.
"Why were you about to jump off?" The voice was masculine and a little high pitched, but the words he said made you realize that what you were about to do, wasn't the right choice. You couldn't help but hug your unknown savior. "Thank you." You whispered as you bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. He arms stayed at his sides, not sure whether to hug you back or push you away, so he stayed there. You realized you made things awkward and unwrapped your arms around him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make things awkward." You quietly said, blushing out of embarrassment. "Nah, you didn't make things awkward. I'm Michelangelo by the way, but you can call me Mikey." He gave you a warm, welcoming, freckled smile and held out his hand for you to shake. You smiled and shook his hand. "y/n."
.*END FLASHBACK*.
That moment changed your whole life. Mikey had saved you from leaving the world, and you were grateful about that. You had thanked him a million times and he always said it wasn't a big deal, but he knew that it meant a lot to you. Even though Mikey was very clueless, he was caring and knew your feelings.
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You arrived at the lair and was immediately bombarded by Mikey in a bear hug. "Y/n, you're here!" He squealed happily. "Yes Mikey, I am, and I have made plans for today!" You replied, hugging the orange-banded turtle. "Ooh, what are we doing today!?" "We are going to play a new video game I got last week!" You slumped your backpack onto the floor, zipping it open and pulling out the game, showing it to Mikey. He looked at it in awe. "Let's try it out! How far are you in the game?" He asked. "About halfway." You inserted the game into the game disk and grabbed two controllers, handing one to Mikey. "Is this two player?" He asked with a slight frown. "Yep! I can make 4 profiles on this game. So, we'll start from the beginning." You gave him a warm smile. Both of you watched the game menu pop up. You clicked on "CREATE A NEW PROFILE" and made it a two player profile. Finally, it was time to play.
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After hours of playing, it was about 2 in the morning. Both you and Mikey had fallen asleep. Your game was on pause. You guys had fell asleep about half way through the game. Suddenly, the screen went back to the begging of the game. "Welcome to the asylum." A creepy, feminine voice said. There was a bright flash. It got brighter and brighter, then, nothing. A few more hours passed and you slowly opened your eyes. Something wasn't right. You looked around the room you were in. The room was dull and faded. There was concrete flooring with blood stains all over. You were laying on a wire bed with a faded, yellow mattress. You gasped in horror as you realized why this was all so familiar. You were in the video game. You were in the asylum.
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