M1k0l-tr4v15-turb0 - Monster_Under_Your_Bed

silly thing i thought of while fanfic writing

Character close ups further down!!

They are all 15-17. They're all friends (since Turbo is no longer the only playable character, he isn't as much of an egoist). Lane and Tailgate were added as 'fem choices', the original Turbotime didn't have have them. Tailgate and Jet have scars from getting into wrecks. All of them crash their cars for fun. And all of them have the easteregg skins like Turbo. Set and Jet are twins, so are Lane and Tailgate. However, the Spinster twins aren't related to the Joystick twins. And Turbo isn't related to anyone. Turbos loud and joyous (in that teenage boy way,) Sets a grouch, Jets mischievous, Lane is also mischievous, and Tailgate is chill and honest.

Easteregg skins; i am NOT drawing this shit bro. I'm too tired. But!! I will tell you this, there's lots of them, but really the only important ones are the sugar rush, fix-it Felix Jr, and classic easteregg skins. The sugar rush skin is a skin based off of princess Vanellope Von Schweets racing attire [the one she was ment to have,,so the cream like ice cream??? One], the fix-it skin is Felix's uniform [each character have their own 'gold tool'], and the classic skins make the teens look like 3d 8bit modles of themselves based off of the original turbotime sprites<--this becomes a problem in the narrative at some point for obvious reasons. All of the teens can freely toggle these skins on and off at will.

Here's a perler bead charm I made for a bracelet I made!!!! [I'll explain more if I feel like it l8tr]

WE'REKILLINGOURSELVESWE'REKILLINGOURSELVESWE'REKILLINGOURSELVESWE'REKILINGOURSELVESWE'REKILLINGOURSELVES

*paws at you* can you roll me a blunt? … I kinda don’t have thumbs

My ears are ringing, our head hurts like we're being given a fucking lobotomy as we speak. I killing myself, why are we like this,why are we like this, why are we like this, RELEASE. ME. We're so blurry, I'm dying, let me outt IM KILLING MYSELF FOR FUCKS SAKES

I'm Tired.

I'm tired of reaching out.

Only to be met with the same closed doors.

I'm tired of crying to the same person.

I'm tired of groveling at the same people who hurt me.

Who drove me to this point.

I wouldn't feel this way if I never met them.

You hurt me.

You all hurt me.

I needed you,

and you hurt me.

You hurt me after everything we went through.

You didn't believe me when I cried.

You raised me when no one else would. And then shut me out when I begged to be let in.

You encouraged me to be creative while mocking my every step.

I'm tired of screaming into the void.

Only to have my voice lost admits the streams.

I'm tired.