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𝟬𝟬𝟮...

❝ 𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑. ❞

Living in the sewers for a week has been a painful experience. I've been keeping track of the days by adding dashes to the walls. My time here has not been easy, especially when it comes to finding oil. Initially, I was able to find oil stashes here and there, but I soon ran out, and I had to change my strategy. I started taking oil from buildings with pillars and signs advertising "gas". It's been a tough journey, but I have managed to survive by keeping myself cool with oil. It's not something that worker drones usually require, but due to my illness, it's become a crucial part of my diet.

I've recently noticed the turtles around here, and I'm not sure if they are trying to hide their mutated state from humans. Whenever I go out to search for oil, I feel like I can hear them nearby, but when I investigate, they are miles away from where I was originally. I'm not sure how to feel about them. They stopped me a day or two ago, but I managed to escape without being seen. I saw a red glitchy outline when I teleported away from them. Although they "helped" me escape from the junkyard, I don't know if they plan to put me back on my feet or harm me. I have complex parts, and I'm not sure if they can help me fix them. That's why I decided to leave.

As I lay down on my makeshift bed, the realization hit me that I was stranded on an unknown planet. My dark purple hair was a mess, and I needed a hairbrush and hair spray. Luckily, I had a notepad and pen to make a list of the essentials I needed to survive, including oil, hairbrush, hair spray, and more chalk. Despite the uncertainty of my situation, I found solace in drawing, which I did to keep myself occupied. Through my experiences on this planet, I have come to the conclusion that it is not even in the same solar system as the Earth I once called home. I am determined to make the most of this situation and find a way to thrive on this foreign planet.

Returning to my own planet wasn't an option. However, I found this new planet to be not so bad after all.

As I crawled off my mattress, I soon realized that peace and quiet were not going to be a part of my day. The sounds of yelling and shouting echoed through the complex and labyrinthine sewer. I made my way to the circular drop, only to find it blocked by thick bars. Beyond those bars lay the turtles' lair. They were not what I would call good neighbors. In fact, they were terrible. It seemed like I couldn't catch a break with those guys. The only useful information I had managed to gather was their names.

Donatello was the purple masked softshell turtle. Raphael was the red masked snapping turtle. Michelangelo was the orange masked box turtle. Finally, Leonardo was the blue masked red-eared slider turtle.

The ability to stay quiet and concealed in the shadows is an admirable trait, and one that has served me well in my endeavors. The fact that I have managed to evade discovery near their lair is a testament to my exceptional skills. However, the constant strain of hearing their voices in such close proximity has taken its toll on me. I can't help but feel uneasy about my behavior, which seems creepy even to myself. It's crucial to note, though, that I wasn't intentionally eavesdropping on them. I was merely trying to get some sleep, but their voices were so loud that it was impossible to ignore.

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