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EVERYONE SEE THIS?!? Go check this out!! I highly recommend her writing, she’s a very fun story teller!!!

Hey guys! I'm in a bit of a predicament. I have to buy a tag for my car (over $400) I'm only working part time and will not be getting payed over Christmas. I still have to pay for all my essentials as well and just don't have the money. So I'm gonna be doing writing and single character drawing C0mmissions! $10 dollars for every 1k words if it's writing (only undertale stuff for writing), and depending on what you want for the drawing it could be $5-$30 dollars. I would appreciate the help! DM me if you're interested or have any further questions!

Thank you all and have a great Christmas! ^^

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🌟Christmas Kindness🌟

A TMNT Fanfic author appreciation event!!

Hello, and welcome!! As it is December 18th, the event known as Christmas Kindness will now begin!!

What is Christmas Kindness?

Christmas Kindness is an event to help show appreciation, kindness, and love to all the TMNT fanfic authors out there!! It works kinda like a Secret Santa event.

How does this work?

For this event, you, the readers, will be sending in anonymous letters into my inbox, addressed to your favorite fanfic authors!! For one week, you'll all send in these kind letters, and then on Christmas Day, I'll answer them and tag the people that the letters are addressed to, keeping all those kind letters a fun little secret!! You won't know who sent it!!

How long does this event run?

Christmas Kindness will be running from December 18th, to December 24th. Then on the 25th, all the secret letters will be answered!! Letters may still be sent in on the 25th, but once it hits the 26th, the event is done!!

How do I participate?

Its very easy!! To participate, you simply write a kind letter to a fanfic author, and send it in my inbox!! You can praise the author, their works, a particular chapter, or any of their writing really!! For this event, its also HIGHLY encouraged to send multiple letters, to numerous authors!! You can choose any TMNT author you know!! This is not exclusive to the Fanfic List!!

What are the rules?

All letters HAVE to start with "Dear @ InsertUsername" so I know who to tag when the letters are answered!

2. All letters are to be anonymous!! This is like a secret Santa event!! You are not supposed to know who sent you the letter!!

3. These letters are to be addressed to authors only!! No comic artists! Its ok if the author is a comic artist, but please focus this on their writing as this event is dedicated to authors only!!

4. No venting!! Its alright to say if a fanfic influenced your life during a tough time, but please, no venting.

5. No spamming a single author!!

6. No hateful content!! We love our TMNT fanfic authors, so anything mean, at all will be deleted!!

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

I will be reblogging this post daily until December 25th, when I answer all the letters!

Everyone is encouraged to participate!! And I mean, EVERYONE!! So go ahead, share, reblog, and tag friends!! We love your TMNT fanfic authors, and we want them to know that!!

If any of you have questions, please ask them down below in the comments so if any others are curious and/or have the same questions, they'll be able to see the answers.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

Happy Holidays!! I look forwards to seeing what kind things you all end up sending!! <3<3<3

[sketchiefoxie]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOUUUUUU!!! Thank you both for the tags @burritello3000 and @inkypawprint you're both amazing!! <3

I'ma tag a few folks hehe

@whyamiheretumbled, You've been such a fun person to interact with!! I absoeltly ADORE all the content you've made to go along with Deja Vu ^^

@boxed-soup Cause you're my bestie hehe <3<3<3<3<3

@burritello3000 Its been super fun to get to know you!! You're a really cool person in general!! Yay!!!

@the-tmnt-ficfinder You bring me so much joy!! I love seeing how much effort you put into everything, and I love reading fanfics off your list!! You're truly incredible!!

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Aaaaaa it’s them!!!! Look at the boys!! They’ve got such a dynamic lol, they’re such psychos!

TW:Self Harm scars and slight blood!

@sketchiefoxie I couldn't resist

ID:DV!Leo is behind DV!Donnie, holding on tightly to his brother's arm to the point of drawing blood. Donnie is repeating the lyrics to 'Star Vs The forces of Evil', and Leo has an arrow pointing to him that says:Bro does NOT care

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*inhales deeply*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

WHAT THE HOLY FREAKING HECK!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

*screams myself into the void*

NOT FINISHED YET!?!?!?!? WHAT IS THE FINISHED PRODUCT GONNA LOOK LIKE?!?!? HGBFHFBGBGBGHGV THIS IS SO GOOD YAAAGHHGHG EATS IT VIOLENTLY NOMNOMNOMNOM!!!!!

IM GONNA DIE!!! This looks so good!! Ghghgjg Tumbled, yaaaaa hgjgjbnb you jump-scaring me with fanart of my freaky blorbos aaaaa I can’t wait to see the finished product!!!!!

THIS ISN'T FINISHED BUT HERE YOU GO FOR NOW @sketchiefoxie

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Monorail wheels screeched, screaming as they came to a halt, skidding to a stop right at the station exit. With a ding, the doors slid open, and folks poured out, a stream of ten or so people, all chattering, bringing a lively mood into the air, throwing glances back and forth as they typed away on their devices. Amidst the small crowd of unique looking folks, were two specific individuals, side by side, walking out together. The moment Mikey breached the doors of the monorail, he gasped, and ran forwards, arms flung wide, inhaling deeply, reveling in the way the air practically buzzed with pure energy. “Oh my gosh, this is so rad!!! Yoooo!!!” He laughed excitedly and looked about, craning his neck to gaze up at the vividly hued world he had landed in. “Dude!! It’s even prettier out here!!” he shouted, throwing his arms upwards, nearly smacking someone in the face. Though he hardly noticed, and they moved on quickly, leaving Mikey to his wild enthusiasm. “This is awesome!!” He laughed, beaming up at the world around him, wanting nothing more than to just run off, and explore every single corner!

Here we gooooooo!!!!! Next chapter of INAITF!!!! This one is 2012 Mikey's POV so I hope you all enjoy!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

[sketchiefoxie]

Help I was writing, and it tried to auto correct Mikester to molester!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

[sketchiefoxie]

He's a 10, but he's allergic to cats-

No, he's actually a 0 then *coughs*

[sketchiefoxie]

Hey hello can we be friends

Ummmmmm I dunno, I don't really know you so.... *shrugs*

[sketchiefoxie]

Working on the next chapter of Deja Vu, and it took me FOREVER to pick a soundtrack lol, but I did find a lot of really good ones to use!!

[sketchiefoxie]

Did anyone see the little Spiderbytez and Snakeweed dudes on the left??? Like, the heck??

Are they Yokai??

I dunno, I remember noticing this when I watched Rottmnt a while back, but never posted about it XD

[sketchiefoxie]

Nothing hurts quite as bad as seeing someone else destroy themselves, and not being able to stop them. Especially when you struggled with the same things. My heart hurts :(

[sketchiefoxie]

Guyzzzzz we got a three way tie, this needs more votes!!!

Explore and loot the lab! With Donnie gone, she might find something useful

(Optional Soundtrack/Ambience)

April hesitated for a few moments, frozen with decision paralysis before she made up her mind. 

Donnie wasn’t here, and neither was anyone else. When would she ever get a chance like this again? Slowly, she turned and began sweeping the beam of her flashlight across the lab, deciding where to explore first. 

Well, the walls were completely covered in papers and blueprints, while the floor had a lot of broken junk. Most likely the computers had important information on them, though they didn't really look like they were working right now. Still, wouldn't hurt to try.

First things first, if she was going to explore, she wanted more cover. Because right now, she felt pretty exposed just standing in the dark with a flashlight, with the door cracked open. It was like a beacon, just saying ‘oh please, come and find me!!’ which was pretty much the opposite of what she wanted.

Cautiously, April made her way forwards, stepping over many of the sharp looking things, avoiding what looked like dried and crusty guts (ew ew ew ew ew ew) and made her way to the huge lab doors. 

She grabbed the handle, keeping a tight grip on the flashlight with her other hand, and pulled. The door slid shut with a slow groan. Did it still have a lock function? April wasn’t sure, so she aimed the beam at it to get a better look.

Eugh. Nope. It was clean smashed off. She had no way to lock the door. Ok, well, better keep that gun handy. 

Now that the doors were closed, she felt a little less nervous (even if the safety was just an illusion) and more like she could properly explore. 

First things first, the computers. 

The computer station was darker than it used to be, with the bulk of the monitors being completely dark, leaving just the center one to crackle pathetically. April set her flashlight down, resting it on the desk near the keyboard, beam light up. It shone upon the ceiling, helping to illuminate her search. The light of the flashlight, and the dim lights of the broken purple LEDs made for some really eerie shadows.

She reached forwards, letting her fingers find the keyboard, cringing at the crusted stains on the desk. April almost felt sick when she pressed down on the space bar, and it crunched, breaking whatever filth layer had dribbled down into it. Oh, that was just nasty. 

The computer booted up properly, the screen going bright, displaying the dinosaur hopping on the screen. It quickly hit one of the cacti and died. Sorry dino, she didn’t have time to play. April was here with a purpose now!!

“What do we have here?” She mused to herself, pushing up her glasses. There were only a few tabs open, with the bulk of them being YouTube and different sites to watch cartoons for free. April frowned, and found the mouse, navigating the cursor to click on a few things. It wasn’t really responding much. Maybe she could access his files? Donnie did record everything after all. 

Though it quickly became apparent after attempting to click only a few things, that the computer had a virus. It pulled up a few windows, and the cursor began to jitter across the screen wildly. 

Nervous, she leaned back, brow furrowed. Ok, this wasn’t working. It began to make an on and off static-y sound, buzzing as the poor thing crashed. 

Ok, computer was a no go. But with no computer, how’d she figure out what was going on? She made a small sound of frustration, shaking her hands out to rid them of the tiny crusties, then snatched up her flashlight again. Maybe she could search the walls? There were a lot of notes and blueprints all tacked up. Like, a lot...

Ok, maybe a bit more than she had anticipated.

Best to start with the biggest thing then. Especially as it was the item closest to the computer desk.

Hung up on the wall, was a magnet board, divided into four long and horizontal portions. Like 4 thick stripes. Each bar was had a bunch of little magnets on it, presumably for holding papers and notes, and when April looked down, the floor was covered in little white confetti scraps. Oh dear… At the top of each bar, was a label, starting with WEEK 1, WEEK 2, WEEK 3, then ending with WEEK 4. The number of weeks in a month. There was a bigger magnet, shaped like a little turtle. It was at the bottom of the chart, in the WEEK 4 section. Weird…

After examining the magnet board for a few more seconds, April quickly determined that it didn’t have anything else to reveal.

Moving on!

Now, last time she had been here, she hadn't looked very closely at the papers and messages tacked all along the walls, distracted by Donnie's condition, and the tarp in the back. Now that she had her full attention on them, they were proving to be quite interesting.

Just like before, she saw a number of blueprints, and equations all tacked up, and strung together with red string, though they looked worse for wear now.

Many of the blueprints seemed to be made in overly intricate detail, which was strange for Donnie. He knew what everything meant and never made the effort to simplify his work for the sake of others.

Yet...

April made her way closer, brushing a hand against a blueprint, her hand sweeping up an ungodly amount of dust, caking against her hand and clearing up the blueprint.

It was a step by step on how to fix the projector. The one next to it, was a full-on step by step on how to keep Shelldon running, and even do repairs. That one ran on a while, extending out a few pages, though the last few were torn.

There were lists of codes, and lists of tools, and lists of supplies needed. As if Donnie had thought he'd wouldn't be the one to build his own inventions, and fix his own tech. It was unsettling to say the least.

Moving past the long and frantically scribbled out ration lists, ignoring the ominous scratched words of "Angelo got it covered" April instead focused her attention on the blueprints past that all.

A good portion of this blueprint was scratched out, and torn apart, making only the name legible. The moment April read it; she knew it was important.

"Anti-Mutation-Radiation-Chamber"

But... The very genetic makeup of the boys only existed because of mutation. It was like, their life blood! So why on earth was Donnie designing an 'Anti-Mutation' chamber? Was it for the other mutants? Was it for something else?

Maybe it was the reason the boys were the way they were right now...

It was really wildly concerning how many holes there were in her memories, and how little she knew about this entire mess.

April moved on, sweeping the room, kicking things around, and shoving stuff with her feet as she explored. Everything was broken to a certain extent. But not broken as in fell-into-disrepair but broken as in violently smashed.

Everything, everything in this room was wrecked to some degree. It felt like a forbidden graveyard. Gloomy, unkempt, and full of things treated with love in a past life, left to rot.

April shuddered, cringing at how depressing that sounded. Nope!! No more creepy thoughts, thank you very much!!

There wasn't much in here, as the walls didn't hold answers, the floors didn't hold answers, and the computers were offline.

Sighing, she made her way back to the computer desk, shuffling to make a wide birth around the bloody spot where the guts lay, refusing to even go near them.

Maybe there was a clue in Donnie's desk? She'd give anything for a clue right about now!

Giving it one last chance, she began to search the desk, pushing things about, and peering around the backs of the computers.

There was a note taped to the back of one...

She reached around, grimy dusty hand getting even filthier as she carefully pried the note out from behind the computer, working slowly as to not tear it on the tape.

Carefully she unfolded it and stared at the contents. At the top of the note, it read;

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

IMPORTANT!!

Project Transmogrify pin codes:

1: #f00a0a

2: #0e81ed

3: #9b0af0

4: #ed810e

Project AMRC pin codes:

1: #f00a0a/aftermath

2: #0e81ed/aftermath

3: #9b0af0/aftermath

4: #ed810e/aftermath

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

April scanned the note a few times, brow furrowed as she contemplated what it all meant. These were obviously codes to files in the computer, but what was Project Transmogrify? And what did AMRC stand for? And what was with the strangely cryptic codes? Donnie usually was pretty straightforward with his codes, so it was confusing how messy these looked.

Slowly, she straightened up, and decided to pocket the note, refolding it back up, and stuffing it deep into her pocket. The computers were broken right now, but maybe if she got the power back on, she could get this figured out?

Though at the same time, she really felt like she was pushing her luck like this. As if staying in the lab any longer was just her asking to get caught by someone...

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TW Gore & Disturbing Imagery

Freaking out of context Deja Vu Leo drawing I did like, a freaking month ago and forgot about lol. So anyways, yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s fine :)

and for anyone curious, he peeled his stripes off

Also I like, totally finished playing Omori and luckily I got the good ending, but somehow it still felt like the bad ending??? Like, the hell?? That game be intense lol

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Yooooo one of theses is a freaking death option, you better be worried lollll

pfft Leo’s just chillin in an empty bathtub and when April enters, he’s like “sup dawg” and pulls sunglasses out from midair XD

Explore and loot the lab! With Donnie gone, she might find something useful

(Optional Soundtrack/Ambience)

April hesitated for a few moments, frozen with decision paralysis before she made up her mind. 

Donnie wasn’t here, and neither was anyone else. When would she ever get a chance like this again? Slowly, she turned and began sweeping the beam of her flashlight across the lab, deciding where to explore first. 

Well, the walls were completely covered in papers and blueprints, while the floor had a lot of broken junk. Most likely the computers had important information on them, though they didn't really look like they were working right now. Still, wouldn't hurt to try.

First things first, if she was going to explore, she wanted more cover. Because right now, she felt pretty exposed just standing in the dark with a flashlight, with the door cracked open. It was like a beacon, just saying ‘oh please, come and find me!!’ which was pretty much the opposite of what she wanted.

Cautiously, April made her way forwards, stepping over many of the sharp looking things, avoiding what looked like dried and crusty guts (ew ew ew ew ew ew) and made her way to the huge lab doors. 

She grabbed the handle, keeping a tight grip on the flashlight with her other hand, and pulled. The door slid shut with a slow groan. Did it still have a lock function? April wasn’t sure, so she aimed the beam at it to get a better look.

Eugh. Nope. It was clean smashed off. She had no way to lock the door. Ok, well, better keep that gun handy. 

Now that the doors were closed, she felt a little less nervous (even if the safety was just an illusion) and more like she could properly explore. 

First things first, the computers. 

The computer station was darker than it used to be, with the bulk of the monitors being completely dark, leaving just the center one to crackle pathetically. April set her flashlight down, resting it on the desk near the keyboard, beam light up. It shone upon the ceiling, helping to illuminate her search. The light of the flashlight, and the dim lights of the broken purple LEDs made for some really eerie shadows.

She reached forwards, letting her fingers find the keyboard, cringing at the crusted stains on the desk. April almost felt sick when she pressed down on the space bar, and it crunched, breaking whatever filth layer had dribbled down into it. Oh, that was just nasty. 

The computer booted up properly, the screen going bright, displaying the dinosaur hopping on the screen. It quickly hit one of the cacti and died. Sorry dino, she didn’t have time to play. April was here with a purpose now!!

“What do we have here?” She mused to herself, pushing up her glasses. There were only a few tabs open, with the bulk of them being YouTube and different sites to watch cartoons for free. April frowned, and found the mouse, navigating the cursor to click on a few things. It wasn’t really responding much. Maybe she could access his files? Donnie did record everything after all. 

Though it quickly became apparent after attempting to click only a few things, that the computer had a virus. It pulled up a few windows, and the cursor began to jitter across the screen wildly. 

Nervous, she leaned back, brow furrowed. Ok, this wasn’t working. It began to make an on and off static-y sound, buzzing as the poor thing crashed. 

Ok, computer was a no go. But with no computer, how’d she figure out what was going on? She made a small sound of frustration, shaking her hands out to rid them of the tiny crusties, then snatched up her flashlight again. Maybe she could search the walls? There were a lot of notes and blueprints all tacked up. Like, a lot...

Ok, maybe a bit more than she had anticipated.

Best to start with the biggest thing then. Especially as it was the item closest to the computer desk.

Hung up on the wall, was a magnet board, divided into four long and horizontal portions. Like 4 thick stripes. Each bar was had a bunch of little magnets on it, presumably for holding papers and notes, and when April looked down, the floor was covered in little white confetti scraps. Oh dear… At the top of each bar, was a label, starting with WEEK 1, WEEK 2, WEEK 3, then ending with WEEK 4. The number of weeks in a month. There was a bigger magnet, shaped like a little turtle. It was at the bottom of the chart, in the WEEK 4 section. Weird…

After examining the magnet board for a few more seconds, April quickly determined that it didn’t have anything else to reveal.

Moving on!

Now, last time she had been here, she hadn't looked very closely at the papers and messages tacked all along the walls, distracted by Donnie's condition, and the tarp in the back. Now that she had her full attention on them, they were proving to be quite interesting.

Just like before, she saw a number of blueprints, and equations all tacked up, and strung together with red string, though they looked worse for wear now.

Many of the blueprints seemed to be made in overly intricate detail, which was strange for Donnie. He knew what everything meant and never made the effort to simplify his work for the sake of others.

Yet...

April made her way closer, brushing a hand against a blueprint, her hand sweeping up an ungodly amount of dust, caking against her hand and clearing up the blueprint.

It was a step by step on how to fix the projector. The one next to it, was a full-on step by step on how to keep Shelldon running, and even do repairs. That one ran on a while, extending out a few pages, though the last few were torn.

There were lists of codes, and lists of tools, and lists of supplies needed. As if Donnie had thought he'd wouldn't be the one to build his own inventions, and fix his own tech. It was unsettling to say the least.

Moving past the long and frantically scribbled out ration lists, ignoring the ominous scratched words of "Angelo got it covered" April instead focused her attention on the blueprints past that all.

A good portion of this blueprint was scratched out, and torn apart, making only the name legible. The moment April read it; she knew it was important.

"Anti-Mutation-Radiation-Chamber"

But... The very genetic makeup of the boys only existed because of mutation. It was like, their life blood! So why on earth was Donnie designing an 'Anti-Mutation' chamber? Was it for the other mutants? Was it for something else?

Maybe it was the reason the boys were the way they were right now...

It was really wildly concerning how many holes there were in her memories, and how little she knew about this entire mess.

April moved on, sweeping the room, kicking things around, and shoving stuff with her feet as she explored. Everything was broken to a certain extent. But not broken as in fell-into-disrepair but broken as in violently smashed.

Everything, everything in this room was wrecked to some degree. It felt like a forbidden graveyard. Gloomy, unkempt, and full of things treated with love in a past life, left to rot.

April shuddered, cringing at how depressing that sounded. Nope!! No more creepy thoughts, thank you very much!!

There wasn't much in here, as the walls didn't hold answers, the floors didn't hold answers, and the computers were offline.

Sighing, she made her way back to the computer desk, shuffling to make a wide birth around the bloody spot where the guts lay, refusing to even go near them.

Maybe there was a clue in Donnie's desk? She'd give anything for a clue right about now!

Giving it one last chance, she began to search the desk, pushing things about, and peering around the backs of the computers.

There was a note taped to the back of one...

She reached around, grimy dusty hand getting even filthier as she carefully pried the note out from behind the computer, working slowly as to not tear it on the tape.

Carefully she unfolded it and stared at the contents. At the top of the note, it read;

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

IMPORTANT!!

Project Transmogrify pin codes:

1: #f00a0a

2: #0e81ed

3: #9b0af0

4: #ed810e

Project AMRC pin codes:

1: #f00a0a/aftermath

2: #0e81ed/aftermath

3: #9b0af0/aftermath

4: #ed810e/aftermath

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

April scanned the note a few times, brow furrowed as she contemplated what it all meant. These were obviously codes to files in the computer, but what was Project Transmogrify? And what did AMRC stand for? And what was with the strangely cryptic codes? Donnie usually was pretty straightforward with his codes, so it was confusing how messy these looked.

Slowly, she straightened up, and decided to pocket the note, refolding it back up, and stuffing it deep into her pocket. The computers were broken right now, but maybe if she got the power back on, she could get this figured out?

Though at the same time, she really felt like she was pushing her luck like this. As if staying in the lab any longer was just her asking to get caught by someone...

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HKJGHJKBHJHGHBHBJGHHJBHBJGHGHHBJHBJHB SOMEONE NOTICED ALREADY JHKJBBJKNNHHJNHJ HGJ

Explore and loot the lab! With Donnie gone, she might find something useful

(Optional Soundtrack/Ambience)

April hesitated for a few moments, frozen with decision paralysis before she made up her mind. 

Donnie wasn’t here, and neither was anyone else. When would she ever get a chance like this again? Slowly, she turned and began sweeping the beam of her flashlight across the lab, deciding where to explore first. 

Well, the walls were completely covered in papers and blueprints, while the floor had a lot of broken junk. Most likely the computers had important information on them, though they didn't really look like they were working right now. Still, wouldn't hurt to try.

First things first, if she was going to explore, she wanted more cover. Because right now, she felt pretty exposed just standing in the dark with a flashlight, with the door cracked open. It was like a beacon, just saying ‘oh please, come and find me!!’ which was pretty much the opposite of what she wanted.

Cautiously, April made her way forwards, stepping over many of the sharp looking things, avoiding what looked like dried and crusty guts (ew ew ew ew ew ew) and made her way to the huge lab doors. 

She grabbed the handle, keeping a tight grip on the flashlight with her other hand, and pulled. The door slid shut with a slow groan. Did it still have a lock function? April wasn’t sure, so she aimed the beam at it to get a better look.

Eugh. Nope. It was clean smashed off. She had no way to lock the door. Ok, well, better keep that gun handy. 

Now that the doors were closed, she felt a little less nervous (even if the safety was just an illusion) and more like she could properly explore. 

First things first, the computers. 

The computer station was darker than it used to be, with the bulk of the monitors being completely dark, leaving just the center one to crackle pathetically. April set her flashlight down, resting it on the desk near the keyboard, beam light up. It shone upon the ceiling, helping to illuminate her search. The light of the flashlight, and the dim lights of the broken purple LEDs made for some really eerie shadows.

She reached forwards, letting her fingers find the keyboard, cringing at the crusted stains on the desk. April almost felt sick when she pressed down on the space bar, and it crunched, breaking whatever filth layer had dribbled down into it. Oh, that was just nasty. 

The computer booted up properly, the screen going bright, displaying the dinosaur hopping on the screen. It quickly hit one of the cacti and died. Sorry dino, she didn’t have time to play. April was here with a purpose now!!

“What do we have here?” She mused to herself, pushing up her glasses. There were only a few tabs open, with the bulk of them being YouTube and different sites to watch cartoons for free. April frowned, and found the mouse, navigating the cursor to click on a few things. It wasn’t really responding much. Maybe she could access his files? Donnie did record everything after all. 

Though it quickly became apparent after attempting to click only a few things, that the computer had a virus. It pulled up a few windows, and the cursor began to jitter across the screen wildly. 

Nervous, she leaned back, brow furrowed. Ok, this wasn’t working. It began to make an on and off static-y sound, buzzing as the poor thing crashed. 

Ok, computer was a no go. But with no computer, how’d she figure out what was going on? She made a small sound of frustration, shaking her hands out to rid them of the tiny crusties, then snatched up her flashlight again. Maybe she could search the walls? There were a lot of notes and blueprints all tacked up. Like, a lot...

Ok, maybe a bit more than she had anticipated.

Best to start with the biggest thing then. Especially as it was the item closest to the computer desk.

Hung up on the wall, was a magnet board, divided into four long and horizontal portions. Like 4 thick stripes. Each bar was had a bunch of little magnets on it, presumably for holding papers and notes, and when April looked down, the floor was covered in little white confetti scraps. Oh dear… At the top of each bar, was a label, starting with WEEK 1, WEEK 2, WEEK 3, then ending with WEEK 4. The number of weeks in a month. There was a bigger magnet, shaped like a little turtle. It was at the bottom of the chart, in the WEEK 4 section. Weird…

After examining the magnet board for a few more seconds, April quickly determined that it didn’t have anything else to reveal.

Moving on!

Now, last time she had been here, she hadn't looked very closely at the papers and messages tacked all along the walls, distracted by Donnie's condition, and the tarp in the back. Now that she had her full attention on them, they were proving to be quite interesting.

Just like before, she saw a number of blueprints, and equations all tacked up, and strung together with red string, though they looked worse for wear now.

Many of the blueprints seemed to be made in overly intricate detail, which was strange for Donnie. He knew what everything meant and never made the effort to simplify his work for the sake of others.

Yet...

April made her way closer, brushing a hand against a blueprint, her hand sweeping up an ungodly amount of dust, caking against her hand and clearing up the blueprint.

It was a step by step on how to fix the projector. The one next to it, was a full-on step by step on how to keep Shelldon running, and even do repairs. That one ran on a while, extending out a few pages, though the last few were torn.

There were lists of codes, and lists of tools, and lists of supplies needed. As if Donnie had thought he'd wouldn't be the one to build his own inventions, and fix his own tech. It was unsettling to say the least.

Moving past the long and frantically scribbled out ration lists, ignoring the ominous scratched words of "Angelo got it covered" April instead focused her attention on the blueprints past that all.

A good portion of this blueprint was scratched out, and torn apart, making only the name legible. The moment April read it; she knew it was important.

"Anti-Mutation-Radiation-Chamber"

But... The very genetic makeup of the boys only existed because of mutation. It was like, their life blood! So why on earth was Donnie designing an 'Anti-Mutation' chamber? Was it for the other mutants? Was it for something else?

Maybe it was the reason the boys were the way they were right now...

It was really wildly concerning how many holes there were in her memories, and how little she knew about this entire mess.

April moved on, sweeping the room, kicking things around, and shoving stuff with her feet as she explored. Everything was broken to a certain extent. But not broken as in fell-into-disrepair but broken as in violently smashed.

Everything, everything in this room was wrecked to some degree. It felt like a forbidden graveyard. Gloomy, unkempt, and full of things treated with love in a past life, left to rot.

April shuddered, cringing at how depressing that sounded. Nope!! No more creepy thoughts, thank you very much!!

There wasn't much in here, as the walls didn't hold answers, the floors didn't hold answers, and the computers were offline.

Sighing, she made her way back to the computer desk, shuffling to make a wide birth around the bloody spot where the guts lay, refusing to even go near them.

Maybe there was a clue in Donnie's desk? She'd give anything for a clue right about now!

Giving it one last chance, she began to search the desk, pushing things about, and peering around the backs of the computers.

There was a note taped to the back of one...

She reached around, grimy dusty hand getting even filthier as she carefully pried the note out from behind the computer, working slowly as to not tear it on the tape.

Carefully she unfolded it and stared at the contents. At the top of the note, it read;

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IMPORTANT!!

Project Transmogrify pin codes:

1: #f00a0a

2: #0e81ed

3: #9b0af0

4: #ed810e

Project AMRC pin codes:

1: #f00a0a/aftermath

2: #0e81ed/aftermath

3: #9b0af0/aftermath

4: #ed810e/aftermath

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

April scanned the note a few times, brow furrowed as she contemplated what it all meant. These were obviously codes to files in the computer, but what was Project Transmogrify? And what did AMRC stand for? And what was with the strangely cryptic codes? Donnie usually was pretty straightforward with his codes, so it was confusing how messy these looked.

Slowly, she straightened up, and decided to pocket the note, refolding it back up, and stuffing it deep into her pocket. The computers were broken right now, but maybe if she got the power back on, she could get this figured out?

Though at the same time, she really felt like she was pushing her luck like this. As if staying in the lab any longer was just her asking to get caught by someone...

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gkjkfjhgkjfbjhbgjh OK SO!!! It seems like every time I get back on schedule, COLLEGE COMES AND KILLS ME!!! AAAAAAAAAA!!! So im very sorry for keeping you all waiting *daintily pats you on the head* Now!! I have come up with a system to help with my decision paralysis, and doomscrooling habits!! (ima make a post about it on tumblr later as well, but you lucky ducks get to hear it first hehe) I made a chart of my 8 favorite things to do, numbered them, and got myself a d8!! A dice with 8 sides!! Now, when I can't decied what to do, I roll the d8. Then, if I can't decide how long to do it for, I roll a d10, where each side is in the 10s, and use that to help me decide the time!! In fact, I had no clue what to do yesterday, so I rolled the dice, and they said work on Deja Vu for an hour. WOULD YOU BELEIVE THATS WHY THIS IS POSTED TODAY!! So, yeah, the dice really work ^^

Ok love you allllll blows you kisses byeeeeee!!~