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Dinner Glitch Finale

[NOTE: Hello again, everyone! I’ll cut to the chase, so here’s the final part to Dinner Glitch. Hope you enjoy! Stay safe, healthy, and in holiday spirits!]

“Impressive,” Artio smirks, “that just makes you more valuable to the H.A. boss.”

“You’re lucky I brought this.”

Dahlia tosses a backup tech-bo Donnie lent her.

“Ha-ha~! Double D’ Duo is back in action, baby!”

“We’ll hold them off!”

Bruce, Callan, and Cayden take the first strike.

“Any ideas, Don?”

“How about we—‘jam’—up the works and pack this meal to-go?”

“Why Donnie-boy, are you being funny?”

“Hello~ I am the funny turtle. And if it means winning that comedic showdown and having a month without Leo’s lame wisecracks, then I’ll swallow my pride just this once.”

BAM/URGH!

The enemies make a breakthrough, startling them.

“Then you better quit ‘overacting’ and show some ‘positive energy’.”

“Aha~ science quips. Well played, ‘Lia.”

“Get. Them!”

ROAR~!!

“Aw, come on, stick around!”

Donatello grabs two bottles of cider with his battle-shell and shakes them.

“It’ll be...’soda-licious’!”

POP!

🍾FSSSHHH!

GURGLES!

“Gah/Argh~!”

They rub their sore eyes of the sparkling liquid.

“Ugh~ it hurts just thinking up that line,” Donnie groans.

“Meh, could’ve done better,” Dahlia criticizes.

FWIP!

“Woah!”

“Hiya!”

CLANG/SLASH/CLASH/CLANK!

Dahlia steps back and swings the blade against Artio’s infernal antlers shooting out like fists in a boxing match.

“You really think this new trinket of yours will defeat us, little pipsqueak!?”

“Hey, bucko!”

CLANG!

Out of nowhere, Donnie blocks Atrio and leaps with Dahlia onto a table.

“Don’t you dare in-‘salt’ this ‘sweet-tea’!”

🔥FLARE—FLARE!🔥

“Enough!”

Artio’s and his henchmen’s’ flames enlarge by their impatience.

“Shall we put the finishing touches, milady?”

“You lead.”

WHIRR—BOOM!

Donnie and Dahlia ride on his rocket-booster, charging towards the brothers.

“Eat science, overgrown vertebrates!”

KA-BLAM!

The tech-bo changes into its original form after impact. Donatello then links his arm with Dahlia’s.

SHWING~

Like her powers, the sword extends and turns into a giant tenderizer.

“Make sure you have—”

“A heaping help of—”

TWIRL!

“(Unison)Pound cake!”

💥CRUMBLE!

Spinning halfway, the mallet smashes Artio to the ground before they land safely. With all three hunters’ unconscious, Bruce and his men use mystic cuffs that diminish their powers. Callan and Cayden quickly escort them out of the restaurant’s portal.

“Bun-voyage!”

“Pasta la vista, baby!”

“We’ll tira-miss-u!”

“Not really, though!”

Feeling triumphant, the teens high-five.

“Woo~ nailed it!”

“Yes! I can already hear the sweet silence of victory next week! Thanks, Dahlia, you’ve been ‘shrimp-ly’ the best.”

“Dang, Donnie, you’re ‘krill-ing’ it today.”

“Ooh, right back at ya.”

Just then, Bruce comes forward.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, right...”

SHAA~

The sword turns back to normal and Bruce places it on his belt.

“You did good tonight, you two. Even with those hard-to-swallow jokes thrown out faster than the garbage.”

SHWING!

Callan and Cayden come back inside.

“That was quick.”

“We jussst dropped them through the gateway in the far endsss of the Hidden City.”

“They won’t be a problem for sssome time.”

“A bit straightforward, but hey, your call.”

CLATTER!

Hearing something crash, they slowly turn around and gawk at the chaotic mess.

“I am so fired.”

“Relax, kiddo, we’ll take it from here.”

“Thanks, uncle...for everything.”

Dahlia doesn’t hesitate to hug him, nor doesn’t he return it with content. She then joins Donatello as they start walking.

“So, uh...Donnie...”

“Yeah?”

“Now that we both know the truth...will this...change anything between us?”

Donnie watches her look down at herself, feeling anxious and gripping her forearm. He says nothing and halts, getting her attention.

“You know...when I came here, it was the first time seeing you wear that.”

“Wear what?”

He points to the dark-pink bandana.

“Wait...this was the reason you were acting so weird earlier?”

“Yes, as shocking as it might seem...I just never...w-what I mean is, it compliments your natural traits. And you know me, I can’t help but state out the obvious facts, is all, so...you should...wear it more often.”

Dahlia’s tugs on the ends of her bandana, smiling.

“Well...why waste a wonderful gift, right? Makes logical sense, in my opinion.”

“...Yeah...y-yeah, good point.”

Donnie equally shares his side of embarrassment before Dahlia turns back around, giggling to herself.

“But, uh...you really thought I was...pfft...a ‘sweet-tea’, was it? Clever analogy, btw...”

“I-I uh,” Donnie sputters, “w-well, what’d you expect from a man of science to come up with nutritional witticisms on such short notice?”

“Are you trying to blame me?”

“I am most certainly 100% not.”

“Really? Cause it sounds like you are.”

“O-kay~ let’s just get you home so I can sanitize my tongue from all these corny gibes.”

“Now you’re just avoiding the conversation entirely.”

“Move it/Hehehe...”

Donnie pushes Dahlia through the exit, not seeing Bruce smiling while shaking his head with nostalgia.

“Now, where have I seen that before...”

Rustle

His only good eye peers down to see a paper under his foot. Picking it up, he blinks in surprise by the content.

“...Hmm...”

>>>>>>>ONE WEEK LATER>>>>>>>

“Check it out.”

“Wow/Nice.”

“Looks great.”

Dahlia watches as her classmates converse with their families while looking at their work in the school’s art gallery.

“Thank you for helping me, Dahlia. This Back-to-School-Night is really busy.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

“But what about your family, Dahlia? Aren’t they coming?”

“Oh, uh...actually, my uncle had a...last-minute meeting, so he can’t make it.”

“That’s too bad. Your piece is the main attraction tonight. He would’ve loved to have seen it.”

“Hah...(whispers)maybe...”

“Oh, hello, sir. Welcome to Back-to-School-Night.”

“Am I on time?”

Dahlia’s eyes widen at the familiar voice and turns around to see the white-haired/eye-patched man dressed in a maroon suit. What catches her attention is the dragon brooch clipped to the left of his coat.

“Yes, sir. Nice to meet you Mr...?”

“Bruce Shinzo. I’m—”

“Uncle Bruce!”

The teen tackles him and he lets out a hearty laugh.

“Easy, kiddo,” he whispers, “I’m still recovering from those blows.”

“Ah~ so you’re Dahlia’s uncle. Sorry, I’m the substitute teacher, so I don’t know all the students’ families. Dahlia said you had some urgent business, did you not?”

“I did, but I managed to escape early. Didn’t need much of my help, so going in there was a waste of time.”

“Well, we’re glad you came. Your niece is a talented artist, sir, and not just visual arts. She even helps decorate and entertain the school during big events.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Please, feel free to look around and enjoy yourselves. Oh, and Dahlia?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Congratulations on your win.”

“Thanks, teach’.”

Once the woman leaves, Bruce looks to his niece.

“I saw the flyer. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Sorry. I didn’t think you’d—”

“Have time to see how amazing my niece is doing at school?”

“That’s the general idea...”

“Well, you better get used to it, cause I’ll be coming every school-night, parent-teacher meetings, school festivals, and any other place I can spoil or embarrass you on family outings.”

“Y’know...I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“So, what’d she mean by ‘win’?”

“I got first place in a competition to display my artwork in the main hall.”

“Good on ya, Dahlia! Where is this prized painting?”

“Over here.”

They walk further down until they reach an open area for the bigger artworks to hang.

“What do you think?”

Bruce gasps in awe at the colorful piece. Not just because of its intricate design, but because it represents their family.

“It may be a fairytale to some...but to us...it’s the family portrait I’ve been dreaming of.”

The yokai incognito is at a loss for words. Though drawn as a traditional design of two dragons, the embodiment is still his and his brothers’ up there. Bruce abruptly puts two fingers on the bridge of his nose, losing the will to hold the emotion building up inside.

“You really are something special.”

He leans down and embraces her with a smile.

“Thank you, Dahlia. Your mother and father would be proud as I am. And like I promised, I’ll keep watching over you.”

“Even if you’re the Masters of Barbarianism boss?”

“(Chuckles)Not even my reputation will get the better of me over you.”

They walk together, out onto the courtyard to look around.

“Does that mean we can still go to the art festival next year? They’ve got a color powder party happening in Town Square~.”

“Sounds like a plan. But, uh, tell me...”

“Yeah?”

“What’s the deal with you and purple?”

“Hah~ here we go.”

“I’m just asking.”

“That’s not asking, that’s interrogating. You’re gonna interrogate your own niece?”

“Hey, you said it, not me.”

“Geez, if only dad could see you now.”

Though throwing sarcastic remarks, it’s all in fun as they laugh while exploring the campus grounds together.

SLAM!

But to the fallen, no laughter or happiness is found where they are. Someplace deeper than the two cities themselves. Much secluded, much colder, and even darker by its environment and the atmosphere it consumes.

FSSHH~

“... ...”

Clink

“......So....”

Artio carefully looks up, with both his men nearby as they face their employer.

FLAP-FLAP!

FWOOM!

Just by fluttering those black wings, he creates a whirlwind strong enough to push them back a few feet.

“You failed...again.”

“I have no excuses, sir. My men had nothing to—”

“Your men followed orders. Your orders. Which means you all share your failure.”

“I...I understand.”

“Do you, Artio?”

The figure comes off his throne. A yokai resembling that of a magpie. Standing on two legs, feathers dark as the deep-blue seas, four wings that expand three times himself, and piercing purple eyes as sharp as his claws and talons.

💨WHIRL/NGH!

💥BLAM!

One flick of a wing, Artio hits the wall, nearly embedding a crater in. Hydor and Choiros try to run over, but their boss blocks their path. The feathered yokai grabs Artio by his collar and lifts him off his feet.

“I was this close. This close to having the rarest species known to man or yokai...and what do you do?”

Artio struggles to hold his composure as he feels the grip become stronger.

“Two years ago, you failed because of your sympathy towards that man. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re holding back. That you let her go on purpose.”

SHAA/URGH!

Feathers fly out and wrap around Choiros and Hydor, squeezing them tight enough to turn them blue.

“You know what happened the last time you defied me.”

“N-No, sir...ngh...I’ll make sure to get her next time.”

“...”

“I swear it.”

“You swear to...who...”

“...I promise...Mr. Corvidian.”

THUNK!

Artio rubs his neck as Corvidian retreats into a tunnel, dragging his men behind.

“For their sake, you better.”

VRR~ CLANG!

Once the revolving doors close, Artio glares to the floor before storming into another tunnel.

Clank-Clank-Clank-Clank-Clank!

His feet stomp the metal-floor rapidly as he tries to burn off the rage within him.

T-Tap

His ear flickers to the right and peers down the other end of a hallway.

🔥FLARE~

Just as his antlers burn for the strike, a yokai chickling comes out of hiding.

“Hah...hey kid.”

Artio goes over to the magpie, standing no taller than his waistline.

“What are you doing wandering around by yourself?”

C-Clunk

The deer smiles when he shows him a wooden carving.

“Say, that’s a good-looking mushroom.”

The little yokai pushes the ornament towards Artio.

“For me?”

The magpie nods his head, enthusiastically.

“You don’t want to give this to your father?”

Mentioning it makes the chick’s smile fade as he looks down. Artio frowns and pats his head, knowing exactly how he felt.

“Don’t worry, kid. But you know...”

His head perks up, seeing Artio smile.

“We’ll be having a...another guest. I think you’ll like her. I know she’ll like your carvings. Trust me, kid, you fellow artists will get along just fine.”

Artio pokes the magpie’s beak, making him giggle.

“C’mon, it’s late. Time for bed.”

Hand-in-hand, they walk together. However, Artio can barely think straight. He was tired. Tired of putting up the act. Tired of everything he’s done and still has to do. For years, he’s wondered...when. When will it all end? Will it ever end?

‘No. It has to.’

Despite the turmoil he faces and brings to others, he will continue to play along. For him, it’s the only way.

‘Forgive me, Dahlia.’

Even so, if that girl is as great of a person as they say she is, Artio can only hope she’ll find out the truth, soon enough, and finally put an end to the madness that lies ahead.

THE END...?

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