Theme: angst

Plot: Ninjara is slowly falling into a depression as he suppresses  his stress and anger and ends up letting his guard down near his closest friends, Kid Cobra and Spring Man.

Warning: some language.

Enjoy!

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Ninjara was training for the upcoming Grand Prix with Spring Man and Kid Cobra at the park.

'I should be studying, not practicing for some stupid competition.', he thought as he made his way to the park. Ninjara forced back a sigh of anger and finally reached his destination. "Hey Ninjara!", Spring Man loudly greeted him. "Hey.", Ninjara responded, his voice devoid of emotion. He went to go place his things on a nearby bench. "Doesn't something seem... off about him today?", Kid Cobra asked. "You're right... he's hiding something.", the bluenette (yes authorchan means that-) agreed. Ninjara returned, his eyes clouded with exhaustion, stress, and sadness. "Hey, Ninjara, is something up? You seem off today.", Kid Cobra asked. "..I'm fine. Nothing's wrong.", Ninjara lied, everything was wrong. 

"Let's just.. get to training.", He shook his head briefly. They started off with the basic stuff, breaking a defense, speed ,agility, and other things. Then, they all took a break to eat lunch. Ninjara excused himself from the meal and walked away for a bit. He began climbing up a tree and sat on a sturdy branch and let tears roll down his face, soft sobs escaping his lips. "I'm just a stupid fuck up... nobody likes me... it's not like I'll win the Grand Prix anyway...", He whispered. Slowly, he lost track of time, and the next training session began.

Meanwhile, with Spring Man and Kid Cobra...

"Ninjara's been gone for a while, should we go look for him?", Kid Cobra asked, worriedly. "You're right, we should find him.", Spring Man nodded. The duo exited their makeshift 'Arena' to look for Ninjara. 

Back to Ninjara

Having being harmed before, whether or not on purpose or on accident, Ninjara was used to regular pain. And always due to self defense reasons, he always carried a small pocket knife. So, he unsheathed said pocket knife, the green and blue handle with a ruby encrusted in it glinted in the dim light.  Then, he began to think. What would happen if Kid Cobra and Spring Man caught him? What would happen if one of ARMS' most popular fighters died? All the 'What if's circled his mind before he heard a familiar voice call from beneath him. "NINJARAA?!", A worried voice, Kid Cobra and Spring Man were searching for him. Ninjara put his pocket knife away and began  climbing down the tree, as fast as he could without getting hurt. But miserably failing. "Oh shit-!", He exclaimed before he fell from a tree branch, pain filling his body. "Ninjara!", Spring Man exclaimed, running to his side. "What happened?!", Kid Cobra questioned as Ninjara sat up. "I... can't explain.. not here..", Ninjara hiccuped, his eyes bloodshot from crying. "Let's go to my house, you're obviously not doing well.", Kid Cobra stated as Spring Man nodded in agreement. They all went to collect their things and then left to Kid Cobra's home. 

Once they reached the small house, Kid Cobra unlocked the door and they all went inside. The trio sat on the couch, and looked at Ninjara with worried expressions. "So... what's up?", Spring Man asked. ".. I've.. just been so stressed and busy lately, I don't know why, but I always feel like I need to put everything else before me.", He explained, looking at the floor, anticipating the worst. "I just feel like if I screw up in the Grand Prix everyone's going to disown me and hate me for the rest of my life..!", Ninjara sobbed, wiping away tears forming in his eyes. "It's not like that. It's never going to be like that.", Spring Man cooed, wrapping his arms around Ninjara in a hug. "Nobody is going to hate you, we're all human, we all make mistakes.", Kid Cobra comforted, joining the hug. They all decided to have a sleepover later that night and almost everything went back to normal.

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