In the Ninja Turtles' lair, the usual calm had turned to chaos. Raphael was chasing Michelangelo around the room, his footsteps echoing on the floor as Mikey laughed nervously.

—“I told you, Mikey, don't make any more jokes!”—Raphael roared, his fury barely contained.

—“It was just a joke, relax!”—Mikey replied, dodging Raphael with agility.

Leonardo joined the discussion, his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. —“Mikey, you're always making nonsense! You never know when to stop!”

Donatello intervened with an annoyed voice. —“You're always ruining everything, Mikey! Why can't you take things seriously for once?”

—“You’re always playing dumb and you don’t realize that you’re putting us all in trouble!”—Raphael replied, getting closer and closer to Mikey.

Michelangelo, hurt by his brothers’ words, stopped and looked down, his expression reflecting sadness and confusion. —“I didn’t want it to become a big deal. I just wanted to make them laugh.”

From the couch, you watched the scene in silence. Although you wanted to intervene, you knew that it was best to let it be resolved between them. The tension was palpable, and everyone seemed to be taking it out on the younger brother, not realizing the emotional impact they were causing.

Raphael, Leonardo and Donatello don’t know what their actions will cause, a withered rose will only remain. A broken soul without direction or stability A dull star.