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Noise

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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[He looks at Crow and gives a bright smile.]

Dr. Feelings, at your service.

Or Mikey, but mostly Dr. Feelings. Donnie has internalized a lot more of Dr. Feelings then Mikeyisms for a more established manifestation in his psyche.

[The smile fades to something more serious.]

Yes. I can help support Donnie, but the ninpo can't get rid of the Kraang influence if Donnie himself isn't fighting it.

So I need to give him a reason to fight back. To trust that the power of his family and his friends is worth more than anything the Kraang can give him.

[ He glances over at those computer screens as he's talking to Dr Feelings. ]

That isn't the problem. Donnie does trust his family, and his friends as an aside, his ninpo wouldn't be working at all if he didn't.

We need the robot out. That's the cognitive part of Donnie's views of relationships.

[ Crow glances over at the anthropomorphic purple robotic box turtle. ]

That thing over there, yeah?

[ Crow is spinning his double saber in fancy twirls as he asks. ]

[Mikey nods.]

He was the second thing that went after the snake's corruption took hold. Then the Kraang took over.

Alright, just one more thing to clarify. Does "out" just mean "outta here," or "destroyed"?

[ These are two very different things and Crow's not interested in making things worse. ]

[The panic is obvious.]

Ohmigosh, no! No, if you destroy him or take him from this room, Donnie would need to start from scratch at figuring out how to relate and understand people. It already took sixteen years to make that chasm only half the room!

I meant we need to free him from the tentacles. He still won't be fully functional while sacrifice is out of control, but at least he'll be thinking twice!

See, this is why I ask questions first.

[ Crow winks. ]

Don't worry, mission objective's clear now. Protect the robot turtle, free it from the influence of the tentacles.

[Mikey eyes dramatically, hand over his chest.]

[Then he looks to the tentacles.] We could fight it directly, but you'll risk infection.

And it already looks like it's resistant to physical attacks.

[ He saw how poorly effective his double saber was against it, not to mention prior evidence earlier in the real world.

Which means, reluctantly, he is sheathing his double saber. ]

They reacted when I thought about my connection with Ordine, but something tells me thinking about bonds with someone he's never met's not gonna help in the long term.

[ He eyes Mikey. ]

I don't suppose it'd help if you go hug it out with a robot?

I am the emotional support psyche and-or possibly mystical manifestation of his brother, but I can only do so much without the real Mikey around.

He needs someone whose present to reach out.

Are you willing to do that? [He looks at Crow and there is a serious, searching look. Donnie is often kind of at a loss with emotions.]

[This kid feels like he's reading Crow like a book.]

[ .................

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Wow, am I the worst possible choice for this.

Watch my back, will you?

I thought so, but you're the only one whose figured out how to get past the surface level.

[He winks as the glasses and sweater vanish.]

I can keep the tentacles back.

That's all I need.

[ And he's walking towards the robot turtle with purpose. ]

All right.

Give me a mark and I'll get you space to work.

Count of three work for you?

[He nods and he lets out more chain extend out from the nunchuck, getting read to move.]

Let's roll, baby.

Alright. One..... two... three!

[ And Crow makes a run for the robot turtle. ]

[Mikey tugs on the chains, the web turning into a nunchuck that returns in an instant as he rushes forward and lashes out the other end, this time the fiery chain digging into the tentacles, wrapping around them and there is inhuman shrieking as Mikey pulls to clear the way.]

[Tentacles try to reach for Crow, but they're pulled back just in time with the burning chains.]

[There is minimal coverage on the robot.]

[ Crow reaches out and grabs the robot turtle's.... whatever is closest to a "hand." ]

We're teammates, right? So c'mon, let's get you away from those.

[He does have a hand, he is actually surprisingly Mikey shaped. Taller, lankier, like if Donnie was a box turtle over spiny softshell.]

[There is a response as Crow grabs the hand, fingers curling around his hand.]

[ Crow grabs on tight and pulls the robot towards him and hopefully away from the tentacles. It's not a hug, but this is Crow-- he's not really equipped to hug anyone. But he's pulling him in closer and towards the Mikey facsimile. ]

I won't let go no matter what, you hear me? You're an important member of Robin's Egg. Don't you think it's past time we started to figure out what that team means? And not just you. Me, too. I'll work with you if you work with me.

[Hesitation, the robot being pulled, but the tentacles not quite giving away.]

[A roar from the abyss, a cacophony of different sounds, indiscernible to identify.]

He's telling the truth! [Mikey shouts, and there is More In His Words, guidance, a trust in something Deeper.]

[The robot's eyes open, a glowing purple light behind them.]

[A burst of purple and azure around them, and there's inhuman shrieking as the tentacles are suddenly burnt and driven back to the far corners of the room as the robot stumbles towards Crow.]

[ Crow's true to his word-- he keeps his hold on the robot's hand the whole time, grinning when the purple and azure burst around them, driving back the tentacles. ]

Now that's what I'm talking about! The power of teamwork, baby!

[ He lets out a cheer, pumping his free hand in the air. ]

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