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Mikey's been in dimension x for a while now... it's at least been a year and a half from what he can tell, which is very little. He stopped counting the days awhile ago, at the one year mark to be exact, actually no he had just started scratching dashes into a rock by where he believed the portal spat him out. He doesn't feel like counting the endless amount of dashes it would just make his small hope shrink to nothing and his doubt grow to swallow him.
When he woke up today he scratched in another dash right across four others. He doesn't use any tool just his torn up nails they look battered and bruised, and they are. There's a little dried blood under them to, before he came here he would've thought it was disgusting. But now he has much more to be grossed out by. He looks over all the dashes and let's out a long sigh that seems like its be sitting in his chest forever.
"What's taking them so long to open that portal back up? All I did was like drop it on the ground... maybe it's a 'mess everything up Mikey' kinda thing," He knew the answer though it's been sitting in the back of his mind screaming at this thin barrier between him and death 'You're useless, why would they need you back?'
He knew it was right but refused to listen, instead he jumped to an island beside his, it was covered in worms and trees, explosive trees. He was collecting some worms when he saw a big one lying just behind that tree, he quickly jumped at it turning sharply around the tree. He heard a faint noise but didn't feel like caring about it. Instead he picked up the worm happily and was about to enjoy his snack, but he quickly realized something was wrong.
The tube wasn't providing him clean oxygen... Mikey's eyes followed down the tube to see the exact spot where the tree cut through it. He held his breath hoping he was imagining it but he wasn't he could clearly wave his hand between the separated parts. "Shit!" He accidentally yells, his eyes widened realizing how much of dimension x's fake oxygen he took in, it tasted toxic and it felt as if he was suffocating.
He attempted to put the two pieces back together but it did nothing he wasn't getting oxygen. He remembered when Donnie had said that they could survive drowning underwater with no oxygen for about 8 minutes. Mikey thinks this is the same deal, but after you get water in your lungs your only left with 4 minutes. Mikey didn't want to die so he took the torn piece of tube out of his mouth and tried using the part where it had been torn. But it had stopped the oxygen flow.
The panic began to set in Mikey he glanced towards his little island and decided to sit there. Because maybe... just maybe... his brothers would get there soon enough to save him. At this point he could tell that he was beginning to black out. It burned his lungs and gave him a piercing headache... I mean if it's already going to kill him he might as well not suffer, so instead he started breathing as if he had nice, clean, sweet, air around him. His body sank downwards as his vision began to dull.
He lies against the rock he had put all the many marks on so it will support his body. He was breathing heavily and harshly for a few moments... but before he even knew it he felt himself stop all together. Moments later he felt his heart stop too... he began to realize that he just died.