Update
Well, I'm not dead. I have just been inactive, but you don't have to worry anymore because I have survived this inactive disease. Sorry to keep you all waiting and on edge.
Anyways, yes, hello, I have returned from the land of ooo. And yes, I will continue updating this story, but not as frequently since school and work is holding me back, but hey, I gotta have a good education and money to pay for things c:
I shall offer a sneak peak of the next chapter though, so enjoy~:
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"Come on Y/n…come on out and play~!"
You couldn't face him. No. Not in the state he was in right now. His sanity had faded into the pool of black, and the madness rose from the depths of that dark abyss and swallowed the last burning light of his soul. The orange clad turtle that was once your friend, was now one of the many monsters that stalked the halls of this hell-hole. The asylum now had its hands wrapped tightly around Michelangelo's very being; the asylum controlled him. It owned him.
"Y/n, why do you hide from me? I just want to play~"
Keeping you bloodied hand over your mouth, to prevent any ounce of air from escaping your lips, and to keep the terrified squeaks at bay, you shuffled your feet, quietly, closer to your body. While running from Mikey, you found a small crawlspace to hide in, the entrance covered by a metallic door, rusted gashes letting in the flickering light of the room. You could hear his footsteps getting louder, making your heart skip a beat each time he took another step. He was closing in; he finally found you. The metallic door opened with a jolt, making you cower back with a shriek, eyes widened in horror at the figure that peeked inside.
Then, everything faded into black.
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I hope you enjoyed the sneak peek of the next chapter! Yes, I do love leaving cliffhangers, because hey, we don't know if it's Mikey that found you (HINT HINT). Well, my dear readers, this is goodbye. Until the next chapter.
Asta La Pasta~