![]() If he wasn’t going to go back to sleep, he needed to clean his stinkin room. ![]() Self-centered little-)Īnyway, the hell was he thinking? “Go back to bed,” “go train,” his room looked like a bomb had gone off. Just had to make everything about him, when the whole situation would be completely his fault for making people worry in the first place. There was no “look” – when someone you cared about was upset or having a rough time, you felt bad for them. They were his family for crying out loud. He shook his head, pushing off his bed and heading towards the nearest bit of mess. The one that made him feel like he was made of glass, and that everyone and the kitchen freaking sink could tell he was too much of a klutz to keep himself from shattering, so better keep an eye on him before he does something stupid again. And he’d have to look them in the eye and say he’d gotten spooked over a dream (that wasn’t even that bad, comparatively speaking).Īnd then they’d give him that look. Then, because he didn’t usually make a habit of being up before literally everyone else, they’d ask questions. Odds were high someone would either hear him and come to investigate, or he’d lose track of time again and get caught when everyone else started to wake up. ‘Go be productive and get some training in then,’ was the next suggestion, but just like the first he smacked it down. He wasn’t… he wasn’t really in the mood for sleep anymore. The thought of ‘might as well try to get whatever sleep you can with the time you have left’ popped up, but he batted it away just as quick as it’d come. It made sense for him to be a wreck on all fronts considering… everything. Which, hey, no shame in that, right? Physical damage and mental damage went hand-in-hand with each other. His intuition was clearly just as fucked up as his shell, that’s all this was. Leo forced himself to take a deep breath in, bringing his hands up to vigorously rub his face as he exhaled. What was he hoping for, to look up and see some kind of masked slasher-killer standing in the doorway? A crunched up Samara-expy hanging upside-down in the corner of the ceiling? Why was it so hard to accept he was wrong, it wasn’t like it had never happened it before… Which, honestly, should’ve been comforting. He was unquestionably alone in a very messy room. He raised his head to look around his room again. If he’d just gotten spooked by a bad dream and reacted because he’d still been half asleep… why did he still feel so gross and jumpy? (He’d cite calling that Big Mama had been bad news until the day something finally put him in the ground, for example.) A little excitable sometimes, yeah, sure, but generally speaking if something felt off, he was usually pretty on the money about what. He knew he was a lot of things (and he was trying to get better about all of them, honestly!), but he was acutely aware that even at his worst, he’d never been especially paranoid. Leo looked away from the corner he’d been staring into, eyes going to the floor. He’d had a weird, kinda creepy dream, woke up still on edge, and before he’d completely come to he’d imagined he’d seen something.Īnd then completely freaked out and tore his room apart over nothing. He’d spent the last three hours looking into every possible nook and/or cranny that his room had to offer, and he hadn’t found anything. He looked around his upended room, and tried to talk himself into being calm. ![]() Leo sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his thighs, palms pressed together between his knees, left leg jiggling. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 18478 Chapters: 4/? Comments: 20 Kudos: 70 Bookmarks: 15 Hits: 1199 wildly attacking oneself with a knife but emphatically NOT for the purpose of self-harm.also I'm throwing in some brand new villains for flavor and for fun.and if he has to torture and mutilate A MILLION aliens to prove it he will!!.surely forcing the two to occupy the same space will help!.Krang has unresolved trauma and is coping even worse. ![]()
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