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A/N: Who is your favorite turtle? (Also it's my b-day! Young😃 and ✨sweet🥰! Only 😙seventeen!🤩)
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.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .
Mikey quickly rushed towards the closet, holding his frying pan out. Slowly and gently, he removed the chair from the door knobs. He hid behind the chair, letting out a small breath.
"Okay.." He whispered to himself, throwing a strand of hair towards the door handles and opening the closet doors.
Your body stood still for a moment before you fell face flat onto the ground, your butt up. Mikey gasped and flinched a bit, knowing very well that hurt. Your body slid forward, your face squeaked as it was dragged down the floor.
Mikey tiptoed towards you, looking to see if you were conscious or not.
.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .
Your eyes fluttered open, looking around, only to see your body tied against a chair in hair. "AH! Wha..?" You look down to see you were tied up on a chair, but with blond hair? "Is this...hair?"
Your eyes follow the trail of hair, looking to see who it belonged to.
"Struggling—" Mikey stuttered accidentally, hiding in the shadows. "Struggling is pointless. I know why you're here. And I'm not afraid of you"
