I can't help but feel a sense of unease whenever Y/n and Skidmark start writing their angst and horror stories. It's like diving into a dark abyss where the lines between reality and fiction blur, leaving us all vulnerable to the twisted tales they create.
The other day, as we gathered at Starlight Plaza for our usual hangout session, I couldn't shake off the chilling feeling that crept up my shell when Y/n suggested adding more trauma to Little Jimmy's family in their story. The thought of crushing someone just for dramatic effect felt so... wrong. Even Burn seemed taken aback by the idea, and I found myself questioning the impact these stories have on us snails.
Smoove's reaction to Y/n writing again was enough to send shivers down my slime trail. And then there was Turbo, lost in his thoughts as if he had been broken by what he had heard. It made me realize how powerful words can be - how they can shape our emotions and perceptions with such precision.
I remember reading one of Y/n and Skidmark's stories before, and let me tell you - it left me reeling for days afterward. The raw intensity of their storytelling is both captivating and unsettling, making me wonder about the lasting effects it has on us all here at Starlight Plaza.
As much as I try to remain practical in my approach to life, there are moments when even I am swept away by the emotional tide created by those written words. And while part of me wants to distance myself from such darkness, another part finds solace in exploring those depths alongside my friends.
So here we are again - caught up in another whirlwind of emotions brought forth by y/n’s pen strokes across paper or screen (however you prefer). Who knows where this journey will take us next? All I know is that wherever it leads, I'll be there with Burn cheering Turbo on every step of the way.