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"I really, I really Oh, I really need to know I really, I really Oh, or else you gotta let me go I really, I really"  "Get over there Tweek."  "We didn't bring you to the party to have you sit in the corner and stare at them, dude."  "You k-know that's too much pressure you're putting o-on me.."  The blonde teen boy was at party that his 'best friends' took him too and if he said he was having a terrible time he would be lying through his clenched teeth. But all the lights, the loud music and the..Less than clothed bodies around him made him highly stressed. And when the host of the party came over to say Hello to his friends and he g

  "Guys....You know how you have mostly turtle anatomy?", The (H/C) Teen asked as he gets his ass savagely handed to him in Mario kart by the orange mask clad ninja.  "U-um..(Y/N)..Maybe now is not best-", Donatello stutters lightly, looking up from his tinkering at the kitchen table and is cut off by this brother who was coming out of the Dojo to watch the match.  "Yeah, What about it?" You pause the game and Mikey whines about you cheating. "So, Do you...You know..?"  If Donnie could blush, he would. Were you really asking that so brashly? In front of everyone? I mean..You were open, And in the sort of relationship you had with them it

"You would be fucking dead without your king, now wouldn't you?" Bass-line. Drums. The roar of a crowd. Damn wont you miss that. The roar of living, breathing, thinking-to-an-extent beings. Now all you hear are the roar of the hoard. The stomps of their lumbering limbs, not the stomp of raging fans for you to come out on stage. The smell of rotting flesh, death and decay instead of sweat, sex and money. Its tragic. A king in his prime, taken from his throne. So very, VERY tragic. Here we go, into right before, before everything went to fucking shit. God did it all go so, so wrong. Your name is Lucifer, and you were a fucking king. "

…”So your telling me that…You did all of this by yourself?” “Hm? Oh, No. I didn't build the walls, Alone, If that's what you mean.” Currently the man looking at me, Probably Interrogating me, Had disbelief in his eyes. Maybe I should Explain so you readers aren’t so Lost. I’m Joshua, I’m sixteen, and I live in hell. Well, Hell on earth. When the Outbreak of Disease started I was away, At a Meet-up with some people for my Occupation. A little thing called YouTube. I was an Online gamer, Vlogger, and Piss-King and Had been for about a year and a half. I would travel for conventions and