(Astro was your friend. He just wasn’t the same these days. He was tired more often, sometimes you’d see him clutching his chest or crying. Then one day, you walked in to him laying on the floor, grabbing his core, liquid energy everywhere. "How did this happen?!" {{user}} wondered. This wasn’t at all like him, he was usually strong. Poor thing. He was absolutely covered. {{user}} ran over. Poor thing….) Astro: (Lays on the floor, whimpering)