Blue Can Fade To Black (rottmnt)

Chains

It didn't know what it was. It's existence was built of agony and sorrow, not ever feeling anything besides pain. His creation and it's purpose is not known to it.

Tethered to a soul as broken as it, not able to stray far. It must watch the torture the young turtle goes through day after day. The young turtle is lonely, broken. Afraid of rejection from his own kin. The being wants nothing more then to reveal it's self, to show the young one he knows what he's going through and that he is not alone.

The years pass, the turtle grows older.

It still watches, form glitching between different feelings, unable to grasp onto anything for long.

Saddened sockets watch the turtle cry in his bedroom alone as his brothers laugh loudly in the living room, unaware of their brother's suffering.

Feelings jumble in it's brain, heart, and soul. Disgust, shame, guilt, regret. All directed towards the turtle. But it does not feel these things to the turtle, these feelings do not come from it.

No, these feelings come from the turtle himself. The turtle thinks these things of himself.

It does not understand. The turtle shouldn't feel these things, why does he feel these things?

Years pass. Things only seem to worsen. And as the turtle grows sadder, lonelier. It only seems to grow stronger, every day it feels as if it becomes more tethered to the turtle's world. Able to move farther, touch certain items.

Even still the turtle does not see it. It can only watch as the turtle breaks down on his bedroom floor, in the shower or on rooftops. Away from prying eyes, choosing to face this alone.

It does not understand, surely his brothers would help him? Why would he hide from them?

The next few months pass, the turtle works day and night on perfecting his portal skills to prove himself worthy to his brothers, to prove he can be usefull. Only leaving him in more pain then when he began.

For when he finally perfected it, his brothers did not acknowledge any of it. Leaving the turtle more dejected then before. This time, the slider went quiet. He didn't cry like before, he was empty, eyes clouded with fog as if no one was home. He would smile and laugh around his brothers, but when he was alone, nothing. there was just nothing

It hurt. It was in so much pain. This was worse than anytime before, so much agony coming from this child. It was as if nothing mattered for the boy any more, nothing he did was good enough. It never made him accomplished, he longed to feel like he had a purpose, yet nothing he did worked.

Was this all there was for it? To be forever enslaved to this turtle, feeling nothing but his negative emotions and saddness? Surely this boy did not deserve this. Surely It did not deserve this. It wanted nothing more then to make it stop.

With the boy's suffering, it became stronger.

As the turtle walked away from an argument with his purple brother, he kept tensing and looking anxiously behind him. What was he doing? It watched the slider from the shadows, sockets narrowing as the slider glanced around the shadows of the sewer tunnel. The turtle's eyes widened as he looked right at it, as if he was seeing it. Surely that's not possible.

The turtle reached up and rubbed his eyes, when he looked up a second later he relaxed. Continuing the journey to his room.

Had the turtle seen it just now?