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Bayani was a stupid child, stupid turtle, really every word in the dictionary that described something ugly or horrible was slapped straight in his hearing by his grandfather. It's gotten to the point they repeat what He said when talking. This time, his granddad had have enough.

Bayani didn't know the end of it at all. Hit after hit, after hit, after hit- Drowning his sense of anything. He couldn't scream, he couldn't cry, hell, all he felt was the returning slap or punch in the gut by Him. They felt quite literally on the verge of death when they felt a hand wrap around his skin, and thrown out the house entirely, back facing the grass with the blades stinging their open organs from their shell. He laid there, blades stinging his sensitive livers, hands and legs basically paralyzed. The world was seen and heard as just red hues, before a loud CRRRKKRACKK! was heard, a more louder thump from Bayanis shell.

No. No, nonono- It was cracked. Bayani used all his strength to turn over, stinging and bleeding eyes looking over to see his SHELL, pieces torn off. He felt the sting of cold air and more grass sting him, blood practically gushing everywhere. They tried to yell, to cry out. The pressure of the yank of his neck only made him gurgle and choke on his blood and bones, little broken pieces of bone dropping out of his mouth and cutting his insides up.

He mustered what left of strength and anger in him, and stretched a arm out. It was shaking so bad, until it landed on the soil with the usual grass cutting through the exposed flesh. They tried to left out a cough, but choked hardly, forcing to instead cough up blood again. He tried bringing his torn body closer to move, a gush of air hitting him and causing that stinging and anguishing throb everywhere on him, causing him to cough more blood on the floor.

Their eyes were basically blind, relying deep in their gut (haha get it) to try and get somewhere. Bayani felt little fuzzy balls pull him up, carefully dragging him somewhere. They couldn't consent, couldn't do anything but feel like they're dying. His head bonked wood for a second, causing a shiver down to his feet. They then heard a door open, more picking up before Bayani was laid on a more comfortable floor. He tried to look, his eyes felt heavy before hearing footsteps and the fuzzy balls dropping him off and the sound of a door shutting made him flinch hard, following with another painful gust of wind. It's up to {{user}}, leave Bayani, or help? He's in your house.

MYOS!