I woke up this morning feeling a heavy weight on my chest, the remnants of a nightmare still lingering in my mind. In the dream, everything was chaos - White Shadow lost his life, Burn and Smoove Move ended up in jail, an invention by Skidmark resulted in Turbo and Chet's demise. Y/n was left scarred both physically and mentally, losing her sight and her sanity before disappearing from our lives.
But the worst part? Skidmark himself couldn't bear the pain of losing his team anymore. He snapped completely and took his own life. I tried to save him once when he first attempted it, but this time... I arrived too late. I had to watch as he slipped away from us.
After waking up from that terrible dream, my first instinct was to check on Y/n and Skidmark. They were sleeping soundly in my room - maybe being close would provide comfort after such a horrifying night.
As much as I try to be tough all the time, moments like these remind me how fragile we all are underneath it all. Life can throw curveballs at us when we least expect it; testing our strength beyond what we thought possible.
It's hard not to dwell on what could have been done differently - if only I had noticed Skidmark struggling sooner or if there was something more I could have done for Y/n before things got so bad.
But dwelling on regrets won't change anything now. All I can do is be there for those who need me most right now – offering support where needed without judgment or hesitation.
In times like these, it's important to remember that even tough snails like myself need moments of vulnerability every now and then. Life may be unpredictable with its ups-and-downs but having each other’s backs through thick-and-thin makes all difference-whether you want lavender lotion Or someone else does rest assured Whiplash will always care