Last night, I had the most horrifying dream. It was like a twisted version of our reality, where everything went wrong and there was no way to fix it. White Shadow lost his life, Burn and Smoove Move ended up in jail for who knows what reason. Skidmark's invention turned on us all, resulting in the deaths of Turbo and Chet.
But that wasn't even the worst part. Y/n got into a fight that left her covered in scars, bloodied and broken both physically and mentally. She lost her mind along with her sight, eventually deciding to leave us all behind.
And then there was Skidmark – desperate to escape from the pain of losing his team, he did something unthinkable. He took his own life right before my eyes. I tried to save him like I always do but this time...this time it was too late.
I watched as Skidmark slipped away from us forever. And when I finally woke up from this nightmare, my first instinct was to check on Y/n and Skidmark – making sure they were safe even though it had just been a dream.
I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that lingered after waking up from such a haunting nightmare. It made me realize how fragile our lives can be; how easily everything we know could come crashing down around us.
So now more than ever, I hold onto those closest to me tighter than before because you never know when everything might change in an instant.