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Since as long as Michelangelo could truly remember, their view of the world had been different than their brothers had talked about it. Whatever kaleidoscope was in his consciousness had warped his mind into something it wasn't supposed to be.
Their father had told Michelangelo he just had too big of an imagination, and he was getting too old for imaginary friends. But he couldn't help it, they came to him. From underneath the doors and through cracks in the stone of the sewer walls. They scratched at his skull when he tried to sleep.
But it didn't bother him much when he had grown used to it, or that's what he would tell himself so much he believed it.
He didn't care if the walls looked further than they should and he hopelessly bumped into them and made a mess, left to do his most hated activity- cleaning, before being able to carry on with his life.
He didn't care that the floor writhed with life until he was afraid to make one more step and upsetting the ground enough beneath him to bury him away and cease his movement.
He didn't care that there was a screeching in his mind when something went missing that his family had stolen from him when he had just accidentally kicked it under the bed.
He didn't care that everyone could see him and hear every thought he thunk and judged it like the lower being he was in the world.
Michelangelo didn't care.
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Life of stone. (tmnt mikey 2012)
FanfictionHe wanted to know what was wrong with himself, he didn't meed any help though. He was too old to have imaginary friends.
