I'm Still Here

The Warning

(I lied it's me again, there's no author note HAHA-- okay bye--)

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Third Person P.O.V

Jim sighs as he tosses pebbles, and he watches them clang on the roof and roll off. He leans against one of the buildings window ledges and sighs.

Thunder rumbles above, and he ignores it as he listens to Delbert.

"I really don't know how you manage it, Sarah. Trying to run a business while raising a felon like-- felon... Fellow! Fellow like Jim." Jim watches his mother sigh and rub her head.

"Manage it? I'm at the end of my rope! If not for (Y/N) I'm sure this place would be chaotic." Sarah sighs. "Ever since his father left... Well... Jim's just never recovered. And you know how smart he is! He built his first solar surfer when he was eight!" Jim lightly smiles, but frowns when the next sentence leaves her lips.

"And yet he is failing school, he is constantly in trouble... And when I talk to him... He's like a stranger to me."

"Sarah... Jim just needs some time," a voice interupts, and Jim looks through the window, seeing (Y/N) scrubbing a nearby table. "But he also needs you... He just doesn't want to say it because he knows how hard you work and he doesn't want to burden you. I just hope I can help him to break out of his shell more..." She sighs and rubs her forehead.

Jim smiles at (Y/N), placing a hand on the glass.

You do help me... More than you can possibly know.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

Maybe I should tell her how I feel... Or... Maybe not. Why would she want a loser like me? She's smart... She's brave... Perfect... Everything I'm not.

Maybe she could like me back...?

"Doubt it." He mumbles to himself.

Jim buries his face in his hands, but jolts when he hears something whizz past him, sputtering.

He looks up and sees a old-looking ship, engine smoking and wheezing as it staggers in the air. It crashes on the dock and the engine dies.

He leaps off the roof, running to the person's aid.

His heart hammered heavily as he ran across the dock, skidding to a stop and banging on the glass. It was too smoke filled to see inside.

"Hey! Mister? You're okay in there, right?" Jim shouts, pausing his knocking after a moment.

He gasps and lets out a startled yelp when a turtle hand with claws smacks the window, and it pops open, revealing a old armadillo-turtle mutant alien.

A chest falls out next to him as he collapses and wheezes.

The turtle-armadillo mutant grabs Jim's shirt, yanking him close.

"He's a-comin'!" The turtle manages out, coughing. "Can ya hear him?" Jim pauses and looks around in discomfort as he continues, "those gears and gyros clickin' and whirrin'..." His neck stretches as he moves closer to Jim's face, and Jim struggles to back away, his shirt still in the man's claw. "... Like the Devil himself!"

The turtle lets go of Jim, making him sigh in relief.

"Uh..." Jim places two fingers on his forehead, "hit your head pretty hard, didn't ya?" He asks, watching the turtle shuffle to the broken ship.

The turtle turns while wheezing and grabbing his chest.

"He's after me chest..." He grabs it and holds it protectively, looking around, paranoid. "That fiendish cyborg and his band of cutthroats." He strained to put the chest on his shoulder. "But they'll have to pry it from Old Billy Bones' cold dead fingers afore I--" he gasps and grabs his throat, coughing and collapsing, a hand still on his chest as he coughs violently.