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duvetsandpillows · 4 years

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Lucky One

Pete Davidson x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of needles, slight angst, drug use

A/N: This is my first Pete fic but I think I will definitely be writing more. Please let me know what you think!

I sat in bed, joint in one hand, lighter in the other. I’d been staring at the wall for the past half hour or so, drowning in my thoughts, forgetting the joint I’d been fiddling with was there to be smoked.

I was thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Have I taken my antidepressant? What do they do with the bagel holes? You’re gonna be alone forever. Don’t forget your earring is behind the back left leg of the desk. New thoughts beginning before the last one could end. I was exhausted yet I hadn’t done anything to warrant feeling so drained. I’d only left my bed to piss.

“Hey you home?” I glanced over at my door, reality setting back in, before realizing how messy my bed was; sketchbook and pencils scattered everywhere, weed crumbs and ash from not paying attention to what I was doing and empty monster cans. I kicked as much as I could off the end of the bed before putting the long forgotten joint to my lips and sparking it. The door slowly opened, Pete standing in the doorway holding a bag and a coffee.

“Whatcha doing in bed B?” he asked climbing into the bed handing me the coffee. I took a toke and thanked him while passing him the joint.

“I just don’t feel like moving. I feel like shit, my brain won’t stop for just a second. I just want everything to stop.” My voice breaking as I began to fight back tears. He blew smoke into the air, putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side, handing me the joint.

“Breathe B, you’re gonna be okay. I know that sounds like bullshit but I’m here to help you through it.” I took a take and wiped a stray tear from my eye. “It’s always been me and you hasn’t it, that’s not gonna stop now. Did you take your antidepressant today?”

“I can’t remember,” I squeaked, letting the tears win the battle. Pete put his other arm around my chest and squeezed tight, resting his hand on the back of my head and rubbing his thumb.

He would whisper little pick me-ups every few minutes while I cried. “At least you didn’t walk straight into a street light like I did.” I looked up to see him pointing to a small bruise on his forehead. “I saw a woman carrying a dog in a baby sling thing and then boom! Street Light.” I giggled before taking a deep breath and wiping my tears with my sleeves.

“I guess you could say she threw you off your rhythm.” He rolled his eyes and pushed my head playfully before chuckling.

We’d been friends practically our whole lives, yet it was rare for us to talk about deep shit. Not because we didn’t care but we were good at talking each others minds off all the bullshit.

“Movie, smoke, munch? I brought gushers and twizzlers.”

“Only if I get to pick.”

“Obviously, you always pick.” I scoffed and sat up, rolling my eyes.

“Bullshit, we constantly watching The Mule.”

“Not my fault you can’t appreciate a masterpiece,” he said as he grabbed my rolling tray from the end of the bed and I began flicking through Netflix for something to watch.

“Your hair looks nice by the way,” he mumbled, eyes focused on rolling the joint. I glanced over at my reflection in the mirror, I looked as if I’d just climbed out of the hedge. I smiled and thanked him, deciding to put on Knocked Up.

Pete told me what he’d been up to all week and who the guests were gonna be while we watched the film. I made him a twizzler ring and he attempted to make me a bracelet but he couldn’t work out how to get the knot to stay tight.” After a couple more joints I sat up on my knees and faced him.

“Could... I maybe colour in your tattoos?” I asked, placing my hand on his leg to stay balanced, realizing how high I was after not moving for so long.

“Yeah of course, which one first?” I smiled and pointed to the unicorn on his arm and leant off the end of the bed to grab my pens, Pete grabbing hold of my foot as I almost fell off. After I’d finished the unicorn I moved onto the direwolf underneath. Pete was flicking through the pages of my sketchbook as I added icy blue to the eyes.

“Y’know,” he started, passing me a joint, “I reckon you could be a tattoo artist. You could even practice on me.” I stopped and looked at him a bit taken back.

“I’ve never thought about it before.”

“Maybe you should.”

Once I finished the direwolf I looked up to see Pete had dozed off, I smiled and pulled a blanket over him, moving the sketchbook off his lap. I rolled a joint and glanced at the open drawing of a group of clouds I’d been working on but hadn’t yet worked out what should accompany them.

I thought about what Pete said and picked up the sketchbook and a pencil. I smoked while drawing Frank the bunny’s head from Donnie Darko. It was my favourite film and Pete had watched it with me countless times.

After an hour or so I finished the outline and most of the infill with different shades of blue. I felt Pete roll over and put his arm across my lap. I looked down to see him, eyes half open, observing my drawing.

“That’s amazing.” His voice gruff and low.

“Thank you,” I said passing him a monster from my bedside table. He sat up partially and took a sip before handing it back to me. “Good nap?” He nodded and laid back down into my side.

“You should put that on me,” He kicked his leg out from under the blanket and pointed to the side of his thigh. “Here would be perfect.”

“If you’d like.” He sat up again and gently tore the sketch out of the book.

“Come on then.” I frowned and tilted my head slightly. “There’s a guy that could do this now, you could get one too?”

I stared at him in a bit of shock, not expecting him to actually want one of my pieces on his body. I thought he was saying it just to be nice. Also as I’d never considered getting a tattoo before. Not because I didn’t like them but more because I was nervous; I wasn’t great with needles and if tattoo’s would suit me.

“You up for it?”

“What if I look awful with one?” I blurted, Pete’s smile morphed into confusion.

“Why would you look awful?” You always look great.” I could feel my cheeks getting warm and I couldn’t help but ever so slightly smile. “Plus I think you’d look hot with one,” he mumbled handing me the sketchbook, open to a small drawing of a sheep I’d done high while watching Shaun the Sheep.

“It’s small, if you want it to be hidden then it’s easy.” I looked down at the doodle and thought about it for a moment.

“Fuck it lets go.”

I sat on a chair next to Pete watching as the tattoo artist, Jon, carefully traced over the light purple outline in dark blue ink. I began adding to my sheep. A few clouds in the background, similar to the ones on Pete’s.

“What you doing?” I handed him the paper, glancing over at his leg, in awe at how it was turning out. I looked back at Pete who was smiling at the drawing. I held out the pencil to him, when he didn’t notice I poked his arm with it.

“Ow, dick,” he said pouting and rubbing his arm. “What am I meant to do with this?”

“Add something to it, you got a piece of me,” I pointed to his leg. “Your turn.”

“I can’t draw like you and-”

“And I don’t care. Draw.”

While Pete drew, not phased at all by the needle going in and out of his leg, I chatted with Jon, asking him question about how he became a tattoo artist and what it’s like. I was slowly becoming more interested the more I watched him work. Once he was done he turned to me.

“You ready?” he asked, I nodded nervously and Pete passed him the design. Pete swapped places with me after taking a look at it in the floor length mirror. I decided to get it on my arm as I decided I wanted to always be able to see it now Pete had added to it. I told them I didn’t want to see it until it was finished, wanting Pete’s addition to be a surprise. I looked over at Pete, nerves starting to kick in a little.

“Have I ever told you I’m not brilliant with needles?” He chuckled and took my hand in his.

“Yep,” I winced as the needle hit my skin. “Like the time you gave blood because you thought that nurse was cute and threw up all over him before fainting.” I chuckled before biting the inside of my cheek and gripped his hand tight. “You’re good, just keep your eyes this way,”

Pete kept chatting with me and rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand, keeping me distracted from the pain.

“Should I be nervous with what you drew? It’s just clicked how much trust I’ve given you.” He pursed his lips, holding back either as smile or a laugh. “Pete...”

“Nah nah nah, it’s not that bad, but you said to add a bit of me. Trust me you’ll love it.” I raised my eyebrows before gripping his hand again, feeling a muscle in my arm unintentionally spasm.

“You’re good, it happens sometimes, we’re almost done here.”

After ten more minutes it was all done and he was wiping it up. It was aching it a little but I was really excited to see it.

“You ready to see it?” I nodded and looked at my arm to see the best tattoo I could imagine. The clouds were a beautiful combination of greys and whites, my sheep now with a spliff in its mouth and a second, slightly wonky looking, sheep with a spliff also in its mouth and sunglasses on. It kind of looked like a child drew the second sheep but I loved it even more for that.

“I put our initials at the bottom so we don’t forget who is who.” I giggled looking at his scruffy handwriting underneath. “So... what do you think?”

“I fucking love it!” I said wrapping my arms around him hugging him as tight as I could. “Thank you Pete.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek and let Jon wrap my arm up in cling film.

We grabbed some Taco Bell on the way home, I was designated DJ and he driver. I was, questionably, rapping along to Colson and Corpse’s new song while Pete laughed at me. He slipped his hand into mine, giving it a small squeeze and continued driving and started rapping along as if that was a normal for us to hold hands. I smiled and gave his a squeeze back even though I was a bit shocked. Shocked but yet it felt normal.

“You can roll the next one, my arm aches,” I said flopping onto my bed.

“Is that gonna be your excuse for the next week?”

“Did it work?” I looked up to see him shaking his head and chuckling as he picked up the rolling tray.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” I smiled and winked as it sat up.

“You’re lucky too, you get to look at this cute face all the time.” Pete leant forward and took my hand, pulling me into his lap.

“What would you say, if I asked you out... to dinner or something?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What like a date?” His smile and confidence drained from his face immediately and I had to force myself to hold back a laugh.

“It doesn’t have to be no, I just- aw fuck.” I started pissing myself laughing, holding onto him tight to keep my balance.

“Yes I’d love to go on a date, if you hurry up and roll that joint, I teased winking at him, swinging myself off his lap. “I’ll even put on The Mule yeah?”

“I’m definitely the lucky one.”

#Pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson x you #fuffy #angst

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remmushound · 3 years

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Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles, chapter 6: Time to Grow up @selfindulgenz @scentedcandlecryptid @digitl-art-monstr

The three friends split up to cover more ground. Traveling by the fading light of day was a risk, but a risk they were willing to take. There was only six hours left to find that jellyfish before the change was permanent, and there was no time to lose. All they had to go off of was what Michelangelo had heard Donatello say about the mutant. Her habits lead the three to split their attention between any buildings that had any shiny or unique artifacts on display. It was easier for the girls to get through the crowds unseen, their designated babies tucked safely against their chests and out of sight of any prying eyes. For Michelangelo, traversing the buildings while also having Leonardo strapped to his plastron was proving more difficult than it should have been.

“Any update?” Michelangelo whispered into his wristband; he had just cleared another building with no luck and had taken to the roof. Leonardo was secured to him in a blanket expertly tucked and knotted into a baby carrier, the two of them plastron to plastron. The toddler was sucking on a pacifier and hugging onto his childhood unicorn, safely pinned between him and Michelangelo so it wouldn’t fall. Finally, he had started to drift to sleep.

“None here.” April said; she had Donatello in a similar blanket bouncer, except with a bigger blanket so there was more slack to cover the turtle. Finally, there was a period of silence from the colicky toddler as he squished his baby shell armor— it was really just an old sponge with plastic wrap on it, but Donatello didn't seem to care either way as he deeply breathed in the scent of his special spongie.

“Me either.” Cassandra reported; it had proven difficult to hide all of Raphael within the baby bouncer, so Cassandra had grabbed one of Raphael’s oversized sweater to cover both herself and the baby. It came down below her knees and she had to constantly reposition the hood so it wasn’t blinding her, but it was preferable to the baby being seen. Currently, Raphael was gnashing on a frozen rubber ring and having a good time doing so.

“Well keep looking!” Michelangelo groaned.

“Really? I thought I’d stop for an ice cream.” April grumbled.

On they searched. Six hours turned to four, and then to two. Two hours to one. Sunset had come and gone, the night taking hold so progress was faster and easier. Building after building was cleared with no sign of the mutant jellyfish. Forty minutes left. Michelangelo was getting desperate, and he was running out of ideas. He was sure he had gone to every potential building, some even twice!

Thirty-five minutes. Cassandra was starting to panic. She was exhausted, and having to haul a twenty-pound weight on her chest was doing her no favors. Raphael wasn’t a big fan of the long restraint either and had started to wiggle and writhe in an attempt to free himself so he could stretch out his stiff muscles. Every time he’d get close, Cassandra would simply shove him back in and the baby would have to start all over again.

Twenty minutes. April didn't know what to do. Checking building after building was getting them nowhere, and with time ticking fast she had to try a different approach. Pacing the empty streets, April stared intently at her phone begging it to load faster. She googled immortal jellyfish— she had heard something about it on the internet and figured it was a good place to start. Dohrnii jellyfish was what they were called, she soon learned, and she used that to search up facts about them.

When endangered or threatened, these jellyfish can revert to a polyp, April read. First discovered in 1883, Mediterranean Sea, blah blah blah. They’re saltwater animals. April hurmed and looked out past the buildings and to the Hudson river. It wasn’t exactly salt water, but it wasn’t quite fresh water either… and it was close to the target zone that Donatello had marked out.

Ten minutes. April got to the docks, and she saw her. The jellyfish was drifting in the air just above the Hudson, tracing her tentacles across the surface and humming softly among the mist. April ducked behind a shipping container.

“I found her.” April whispered to her bracelet. “Down at the Hudson near the docks.”

“I’m on the way.” Michelangelo’s voice came back, “Just stay where you are!”

“That’s the plan.” April said.

Six minutes left. Four minutes left. April hoped they would hurry. Donatello was getting fussy, babbling softly as he pulled his spongie free and started to lift it up and down, squeezing the soft texture in his hands. He ended up tossing it a little too high though, and the sponge slipped from his hands and fell. He couldn’t see where it went, and he certainly couldn’t reach it! The toddler started to whine and, in an attempt to get his caregivers attention, he tugged at her hair.

“Ow! Donnie!” April growled softly.

Donatello tried to ask for his spongie, but all the came out was babble, and she couldn’t understand that. Donatello tried again and again until he got so frustrated and upset about not being heard that he started to cry. April covered his mouth, but it was too late.

The jellyfish disappeared under the water before April could silence the cries and was out of sight at the very moment that Cassandra and Michelangelo arrived.

“April!” Michelangelo announced his presence in a hushed call, “We’re here! Where is she?”

“She…” The words felt horribly bitter on April’s tongue, “She… she just went under the water…”

Michelangelo's face said nothing but pure fear as he ran from his cover and to the very ends of the docks, peeking into the water to try and catch even the slightest glimpse of the fleeing jellyfish. There was nothing, and when the alarm they had set went off, he sank to his knees. Their time was up.

“No…”

April covered her mouth. Cassandra had come to her side; when the timer went off, she finally picked Raphael up out of the jacket he was struggling against and she could have sworn the snapper understood what was happening. The sad look on his face was unmistakable.

“Mikey, I’m so, so sorry…” April said, near tears as she took only a few steps toward Michelangelo. She noticed Raphael at that time and, instead of getting closer, she picked Donatello out of his bouncer and set him down so both toddlers could make their unsteady way over to their brother. Her foot brushed against the sponge and she knelt to pick it up. “He… he dropped his spongie and… and he started crying…”

“I want my big brothers back…” Michelangelo was in tears. He pulled Leonardo out of his bouncer so he could hug the toddler; Leonardo seemed concerned when he felt the tears drip on him, and he raised a hand to gently wipe Michelangelo’s cheeks while babbling softly. “I miss them…”

Leonardo frowned. He stopped wiping his brother's tears when he saw Donatello and Raphael crawling over, not to Michelangelo, but toward the water. Leonardo gave an excited squeal and crawled after them while Michelangelo stared out at nothing. One by one, three tiny plops came as three tiny turtles climbed into the water.

For minutes, nothing was said. Cassandra just happened to look up at the perfect time to be the first to see a blue light start to glow from under the bubbling water. Then April noticed, and then Michelangelo. Under the surface, three tiny silhouettes became three large ones, and out onto the docks climbed three confused teenaged turtles.

“Uh. Why are we naked?” Leonardo said, looking down at his bare body and grasping at his naked head; sure, there was nothing to be seen beyond the shell, but privacy was still a thing!

“BROTHERS!” Michelangelo tossed himself at them, and all three older brothers were there to catch and hold him in a shared embrace. “OHHH! I love I love you I love you!”

“Hey!” Raphael laughed, not understanding what was happening but enjoying it anyway. “Hey—what happened?”

“OH MY GOD IT WAS SO HORRIBLE! You were babies an I wasn’t so that meant I was older than you three when you three were supposed to be older than be and that meant I was the older brother and not you three and then Splinter went on vacation and we couldn’t find the jellyfish but then April found the jellyfish and she called us but then Donnie dropped his spongie and started to cry, very rude BTDubs, and then time ran out and I thought you were babies forever but you’re not and now you’re here and we’re hugging~” Michelangelo ended the breathless speel by pressing his head into each of his brothers' chests.

“Anyone get any of that?” Raphael asked, looking to his brothers.

“Not a clue.” Donatello said.

“I did.” Leonardo nodded, “But that still don’t explain where our clothes went.”

“Ohhh I’d take you naked or not!” Michelangelo declared happily, and then his expression darkened, “I’d prefer not though. Let's get you guys some clothes.”

“Now wait just a babylonian minute— April!” Donatello separated from his brothers and stomped over to April, snatching the purple sponge from her hand. “What are you doing with my spongie?! It’s mine! You can’t have it!”

“I don’t want it.” April smirked.

Donatello gasped and held up the sponge. “How could you not want it? This is the most perfect, most nostalgic, most explanatory sponge thou hast ever laid thine eyes upon—“

“Wait— but the time ran out!” Cassandra said, ignoring April and Donatello’s antics. “How are you guys… well— you again?”

“I mean… I wasn’t probably wasn’t completely accurate down to the minute.” Michelangelo admitted shyly, and then added just as shy, “And all she said was that I had 24 hours to find her… not what happened when the time was over. I thought she meant that the change would be permanent, but it’s not! So… yay!”

Cassandra took a sharp breath. “Yay.”

“But… I wonder what she meant…” Michelangelo trailed off staring into the river that had welcomed the jellyfish mutant back into its murky depths where her new treasures would provide for her in her next life. She prepared to make the reverting change, satisfied her final lesson had left its mark on the turtle mutant.

#the end~#and back to the depths she goes #so once again #become bebby

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all-that-tmnt-jazz · 4 years

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Hello hello!! I've NEVER seen anyone do an ask like this, so I thought I'd do it!

How would the boys react to an S/O who goes deer hunting? Like, they'll leave for either a couple weeks/weekends at a time with little to no communication (deer hunting is a lotta work lol) but always come back with LOTS of yummy deer-goodies? (Jerky, sausage, steak, ground meat for chili, etc.) And said S/O LOVES using the antlers of any bucks they get to make hunting knives? (Or trinkets for the boys!)

Oooh This will be fun!

Warnings: None.

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: Remember, these guys have only seen a rainforest while being in a plane crash and only stayed long enough to fight Bebop and Rocksteady… And argue.

Leo:

He is shocked when you first tell him you go deer hunting

Honestly, he doesn’t know what to think

But, you tell him you’re going to Illinois for a week at the beginning of October with a promise to call when you can

You call when you get to your aunt’s farmhouse, but it keeps breaking up due to you being virtually off-the-grid

Leo spends the week pacing the lair, waiting for a call, text, or for you to come home.

You call again once you’re at Midway Airport in Chicago- you tell him you’ll be home in 8 hours or less

When you get to the lair, he attacks you in a hug.

Then he notices your clothes smell like a forest, and he holds you even closer, inhaling your scent

He lets you go about three thousand years later

That’s when you are able to show him what you brought home

You lead him to the kitchen and put on the island several bags

“I got two bucks, Leo! Two! My aunt taught me how to make jerky with one of them, so, that’s what this is- it’s really good, too.”

You hand him a strip to try, and he takes it

He looks at it with a skeptical eye before taking a child-sized bite

You watched him eat it slowly, then realize he likes it

You hear him mutter “damn” under his breath

“With the other doe I got, my aunt and I made ground meat for chili and such. I was thinking of making some tonight if you and your fam are up for it?”

“Of course- if it’s anything like this, it’ll be great.”

You smile at that.

You grab one of the other bags and look into it.

“In here are the antlers. I made some hunting knives out of them- look! I etched into the handle of this one a little turtle shell and a little crest I designed for you. What… What do you think?”

You take out one of the hunting knives you made and handed it to Leo

He looks at it carefully, absorbing every detail

“It’s gorgeous, Y/N.”

Raph:

You actually hadn’t told him you were going to Kansas to go hunting until the day of your flight.

You knew he’d panic and become worried about you and tell you not to go if you told him any earlier

So, that’s why you had your foot in a taxi when you did tell him

But, you called him when you got to the airport, and also when you landed in Kansas.

You told him you were going to be staying in the hunting cabin your cousin Abe and his husband Jon own, which is virtually off-the-grid

That doesn’t ease this boy’s worry about your safety

What if you get hurt? You won’t be able to reach anyone-

But when you tell him you’ll bring home a buck’s antlers, he finally takes a deep breath

“Stay safe, Love… Please…”

So, a week and a half later, you, Abe, and Jon are making sausages with different spices and flavorings- a family recipe- from the one doe and the one massive buck you were able to get

Once those last few batches are done, you pack up as much as the plane would allow you to carry and bring it home to New York

When you walked into the Lair, Raph kissed you like it had been years instead of two weeks

“C’mere, we made some sausages using a family recipe. I want you to try some.”

You bring the bags into the kitchen and took out one of the packages.

“These ones are jalapeno and garlic- my personal favorite.”

Raph takes it and looks at it from every possible angle.

When he tries it, he literally melts

“Please go hunting more often, Y/N…”

“But wait! Let me show you what I made from the antlers I got!”

From the other bag, you pulled out a handful of small sculptures

One was a small buck, another was a red-eared slider turtle, another was a large and functional hunting knife

But there was one more, the one you put the most detail

It was a photo-realistic sculpture of Raph

When he saw it, he was in awe

He held you tighter than ever- you had to beg to breathe before he let you go

Donnie:

He was actually really supportive of you going

Especially when you said it was a tradition to go deer hunting with your sister

(He’s a sucker for tradition, tbh)

So, that’s the main reason why you’re on a plane to your sister’s house in Iowa

“Please don’t hurt yourself… I couldn’t get to you fast enough if you do.”

You and your sister go out to the hunting cabin that your parents used to own and spend two weeks there

It’s really intense, especially since it’s so quiet

The moment you get back to the Lair, Donnie is asking you about what you got and if you made anything

You tell him you did- a new attempt at a family recipe for jerky with lemon/lime flavoring

He tried it and immediately fell in love

You also showed him the antlers you saved from the single buck you got

You hade made a hunting knife from one side

You watched Donnie examine your work- every little detail was admired and complimented

You then showed him the other pieces of the antler

“I know you really wanted to do something with it, so I saved it for you.”

He lit up, and immediately started thinking of ways he could add the antlers to his more permanent gadgets

He could have married you on the spot

Mikey:

He is actually the one who tries to talk you out of going

He loves all animals and feels bad for killing them for sport

But you explain that you aren’t killing for sport, but for food

“But you already have food here. Why do you need deer?”

“I make this special chili that requires it. You’ve had it and loved it, Mikey. Please let go of my leg so I can go catch my flight?”

He gives you puppy dog eyes that almost work on making you stay

Until you get a call from your sibling saying that they’re waiting for you.

He overhears your conversation with your sibling and reluctantly lets go of you.

“But like… Make it painless for them, okay? The deer, I mean?”

“I will make sure, Mikey. I promise.”

He watches you leave with the saddest puppy dog eyes, and you’re almost glad you didn’t look back

But, while in Illinois, you did keep your promise. You made all deaths quick and painless

You and your sibling soon took the buck you got and turned it into ground meat

You also took the antlers and turned them into handles for a pair of nunchaku- you would ask Donnie for a chain when you got back…

When you got home, Mikey made sure you kept your promise

You said you did, then went to Donnie who- within an hour- added chains to the twin nunchaku

Mikey nearly passed out when you gave them to him

He honestly loved them, but was just… shocked.

But he watched you make the chili, and when he tried it, he remembered that he did love it…

He was easier to convince next time you said you and your sibling were going hunting

#tmnt #tmnt headcanons #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #deer hunting #hunting #tmnt x hunter!reader

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eternalglitch · 4 years

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Like Father Like Son: Chapter 2

Prologue Arc 1: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

“And yet you…. You aren’t filling your role at all, are you? You were meant to be the leader…” Draxum trailed off, rubbing his chin. “So I’m curious how you screwed up so miserably,” he finished.

Read it HERE on ao3.

Chapter Specific Warnings: no specific ones (please see the general ones listed in the prologue)

Chapter Two: Draxum’s Gift

Splinter rummaged through the fridge, searching diligently for his tub of sour cream. He hummed to himself, tail waving as he clutched the bag of potato chips in one hand and tried to grab at the half-empty tub in the way back of the fridge. His arms were too short, though, as with every attempt he made, the sour cream slid away from his nails and became that much harder to reach. Ah, well. He supposed this is what having four taller kids was all about.

“Boys!” he called, wandering back into the television room from the kitchen. He spotted them easily enough; they were all clustered around his chair, armed with a dozen different blankets and pillows. Or, wait: one, two, three… where was Blue? Splinter turned to look at the clock, and he frowned, puzzled. It was 8:30 pm, and yet there was no tell-tale smell of pizza or dirty boxes lying scattered around.

“Boys,” he repeated again, softer. “Weren’t you supposed to order pizza?”

There was another moment of silence from them, Splinter only answered by the distant chatter of television superstars and loud sound effects backed by upbeat music. Then Purple blinked, his gaze darting to meet Splinter’s own before he turned back to the television. “Yeah, yeah,” Purple answered, eyes glued to the screen. “Leo’s on it.”

Orange blinked, the first to shake himself from his movie stupor. “Wait,” the youngest said, frowning. He got up, looking around for something... or someone. Did he also feel like something was wrong? “Wasn’t that like, an entire hour ago? We’re on the fifth movie of this arc, we started on the fourth.”

“Eh, hard to tell with autoplay,” Purple commented, waving a hand dismissively. “They all seem to blend together.”

“An hour,” Splinter repeated. He pushed down his fear, keeping his expression calm. Young and experienced as they may be, his sons were large, powerful mutants. They had gone largely unknown to anyone except their little human friend, and Splinter couldn’t think of any enemies out to get them. Two faces flashed in his mind, and Splinter shook his head slightly. No, any of his own enemies thought he was dead. Blue probably just got lost or distracted, and the others could go get him, easy. An hour wasn't that long, just twenty minutes longer than usual... but still...

“Maybe it just took Leo a while to get back while carrying the pizzas,” Red suggested, unknowingly following Splinter’s same line of thought, but the eldest had also stood up, his brow furrowed. "Or the deal for cheap pizza made the place so busy that the pizzas are taking forever? That happens sometimes, right?"

“Ugh, you’re making a big deal out of nothing, I’m sure,” Purple groused. “He’s done this hundreds of times.” The soft-shelled turtle, however, still hit pause on the movie, and joined his brothers in standing. “If I had known this would happen, I would’ve just sent a drone or something. You’d think that with a teleporting sword he’d be a bit quicker about it.”

“Not now, Donnie,” Red said, shifting uncertainly from foot to foot. “Pop’s right; it’s been a suspicious amount of time. It wouldn’t have taken him forty minutes just to get back here. We need to go and search for him.”

“You- you think something bad happened to him?” Orange asked, his voice small.

Splinter smiled, patting his youngest on the shoulder. “No need to worry, Orange, I’m sure Blue would have called if anything was seriously wrong. Why don't you three go out and find your brother, I’ll stay here and call if he shows up.”

“Good idea, Dad,” Red agreed. “C’mon guys, let’s go.”

Splinter watched his sons all walk off, the three chattering quietly amongst themselves. Orange was clearly anxious already, but Purple and Red were doing a decent job of keeping their cool, their only giveaways Red’s constant checking that his other two siblings were still there and Purple refusing to look up from his wrist tech, probably already trying Blue's cell phone. Splinter stood there, watching his sons until they were all out of sight, before he climbed into his reclining chair and popped open the bag of chips.

Nothing to do but wait, he supposed.

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Being captured was, in one word, boring.

Sure, there were the constant pressing worries of what next and will the others notice I’m gone soon? that plagued one’s mind, but really, Leo just felt kind of nauseous. Draxum’s lab was stupidly bright to him at the moment, and all he really had the energy to do was lay on the ground and stare up at the green vines that formed the bars of his tiny cell.

It wasn’t exactly comforting to be stuck against the thing that exploded but a few weeks ago, but Leo had initially expected that he’d be out of here within an hour or two. But it had been more than four hours, it was late, and oh yeah, not only did he have a concussion, it wasn’t like there was a way for him to see a doctor (or just Dad or Donnie) in the current situation he was all wrapped up in. Like one giant turtle-shaped present.

There was a creaking sound as the door opened again, followed by footsteps- Draxum’s from the sound of it, or someone wearing tap shoes. There was a snarky retort to be made somewhere in there, Leo was sure, but he had the worst headache to deal with right now.

A shadow fell over Leo’s face and he scowled, forcing his aching body into a sitting position despite everything. He hunched over, keeping his shell facing Draxum, and glared at the wall. “Well aren’t you behaving now,” Draxum said, too close for Leo’s comfort. “I had almost thought I had grabbed the wrong turtle, from how you bit me earlier.”

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” Leo muttered, turning his head just enough to give Draxum the stink eye. He noticed that the two gargoyles had made it back; they each perched on a shoulder, snickering to themselves. “You learn to fight dirty sometimes when you have three brothers. And, speaking of which, my brothers are sure to have already have noticed my absence; I bet they’re coming here right now and are going to be kicking your sorry butt in no time,” he said. “So I’d let me go now if I were you.”

“Oho, what fire,” Draxum said, chuckling slightly. He crossed his arms, giving Leo a patronizingly fake look of understanding. “I’m sure they will. I’m sure they noticed you were gone and immediately realized that was a bad thing for them.”

There’s something in Draxum’s voice that Leo didn’t like, a feeling that sent something cold down his spine. Don’t fall for it, Leo, he thought furiously, determined not to show any weakness to his captor. But it was too late; his shoulders had tensed ever so slightly, and when he met Draxum’s gaze, he knew the warrior scientist hadn’t missed it. Draxum didn’t move, his smirk only widening.

“What,” Leo managed to say. “Do you mean by that?”

What a stupid comment. Of course his brothers had noticed he was missing! Leo had been getting pizza, they would’ve been on high alert at all times. And, much as they fought, his brothers cared about him. A lot. What did this jerk know, anyways?

Draxum shrugged, straightening up to his full height. He sneered down at his captive audience. “Maybe your “brothers” will notice you’re gone and be glad for it. Maybe they’ll think, ‘ah, the extra weight is gone-’”

“They wouldn’t!” Leo shot back, getting to his feet. He swayed, dizzy, before he regained his balance. He couldn’t stand at his full height, so he had to awkwardly remain bent forwards as Draxum loomed over him. “What do you know, anyways? You’ve met us, what, three times?”

“And yet I created you.” Draxum’s eyes narrowed, his face tilting so it was mostly covered by shadows. “I know so much more about you then you would ever dream of; I’m practically your parent.”

“Wow, you are messed up,” Leo said, raising his brow as he let out a short bark of amusement. “Like, do you hear yourself, dude? You owe Dad like thirteen years of child support before you can even begin to make that claim.”

The green vines suddenly shuddered and Leo flinched away, leaning back as the bars of his cage slid back into the ground, leaving the space between him and Draxum open. The yokai didn’t move towards him, however, instead tilting his head to look up at the pillar that contained more mutagen behind Leo. “A father, you say?” Draxum mused. “I wondered what kind of yokai or human took you in. Clearly he didn’t know what he was doing, though; you’ve been trained all wrong.”

“Yeah?” Leo asked. He hesitantly straightened up, stepping gingerly over where the vines had been. Was this a trap? He kept sneaking glances at Draxum, waiting for the yokai to suddenly attack him. But there wasn’t anything, so Leo awkwardly stood there, eyes flitting over the nearby walls as he kept an eye out for every available exit. It would be hard to move too quickly with the concussion, but he would just have to do it. He just had to wait for an opening. “But oh, I don’t know, I’d say I turned out great,” he added, hoping to prompt the villain into a long, distracting spiel. “You’ve seen what I can do with my Odachi.”

“That is little more than buffoonery and luck half of the time,” Draxum snapped, turning his head to track Leo’s movements. “I’m talking about being more that just that.” The two gargoyles were both watching Leo with their bright red eyes, and the turtle shifted uncomfortably. “You know I designed you specially,” Draxum suddenly said, looking back at the ooze, oblivious as to how Leo was inching his way backwards around Draxum and creeping towards the exit doors. “Unlike the current generation of mutants, my ooze didn’t transform based on existing character traits; it was meant to do the opposite and give you specific ones. It’s why I used simple-minded animals, rather than the other way around,” he revealed. “Lou Jitsu with a bit of snapping turtle DNA would have been formidable, of course, but that wouldn’t have made him perfect. And you, you four were meant to be perfect.”

“Uh… okay?” Leo asked. He took another step backwards when the yokai's head snapped towards him and stared him down, cold anger flickering in his eyes. Leo froze where he was standing, trying in vain to act like he hadn’t been trying to move across the room. He cast a discreet glance behind him, swallowing. Just a bit more. “Let me take a wild guess; things didn't go according to plan.”

“It was a disaster! I mean, really?” Draxum gestured at Leo, who shifted, trying to keep the door behind him from Draxum’s view so the yokai wouldn’t think too hard about what he was up to. “Not only did it take all four of you turtles thirteen years to get to the optimal size, just look at you in particular. The biggest failure of the lot.”

Leo’s mouth fell open. He blinked at Draxum, confused. Him? A failure? That was ridiculous. He and his brothers were all awesome, and they had a father that loved them and a best friend that didn't care what they looked like. He shouldn’t listen. He knew he really shouldn’t listen, but… “What do you mean by that?” he demanded, his voice tight. How did that old saying go? Curiosity killed the cat? Well, make it a turtle, because Leo was officially an idiot.

“Were you not listening? I gave you all roles, advantages for the battlefield,” Draxum mused. “And yet you…. You aren’t filling your role at all, are you? You were meant to be the leader…” Draxum trailed off, rubbing his chin. “So I’m curious how you screwed up so miserably,” he finished.

Leo felt cold.

“You- you’re bluffing,” he stammered, for once unable to think of a quick retort. “Me? Leader? That’s a joke. I’m not leadership material, no part of me is leadership material! I’ve never wanted that! There’s no way I was intended to be—“

“Well.” Draxum cut him off, and with a gesture of his hand the doors behind Leo suddenly slammed shut with a loud crack. He jumped, whirling to look at his exit. Muninn and Huginn grinned back at him, giving each other a high five. “What are you even good for, then?” Draxum finished, now right behind him.

Leo spun back around to keep an eye on him, his eyes shooting to the large pipe on the second story area. Since they had entered the lab that way the last time, Leo was pretty sure that meant he could get out that way as well. His eyes drifted back to the imposing figure right before him, and Leo gave him an uneasy smile. “I’m- I’m plenty useful! I’m the- y’know, the, the face man!”

“The face man,” Draxum repeated, looking entirely unimpressed. “I should’ve known to take one of the others; it’s not like you’d be of any use to me. You’re the weakest of the bunch, after all.”

That first part of the comment was enough to make any thoughts of escape slip away from Leo in one go. The red-eared slider shrank back, breath stuttering in his throat. “What? No. No, stay away from my brothers!” Leo demanded. His eyes narrowed. “If you dare hurt one of them, I’ll show you how I’m—“

“Useful?” Orange eyes met his own, and Leo tried and failed to nervously swallow. His throat felt uncomfortably dry. “Why don’t you prove it, then? I’ll give you one final chance. Join me. We can put a stop to the human threat, and you’ll see the true potential you can achieve.”

“Uh. Wait. What?” Leo asked dumbly. Draxum just watched him, expression expectant. “Dude. I should’ve guessed! This was all just another villain pitch! But again. Roof,” Leo stressed. “Now multiple roofs.” He shook his head, trying to clear his head of Draxum’s words. “Wait, I know this game. You’re… you’re manipulating me! Like Donnie, when he wants me to get extra juices for him and goads me into going!” Leo gave Draxum the most unimpressed look he could manage. “This was all just to get under my shell, wasn’t it? You really have the worst approach to making friends that I’ve ever seen, and I’ve watched Donnie try and socialize before.”

“So is that a no?” Draxum clarified.

Leo chuckled. “Uh yeah, no duh it’s a no. I’m not getting in on an evil villain membership card anytime soon, thank you very much.” His head throbbed and Leo suppressed a wince. “Now, it has been a very long day, and much as I’d love to stay for tea…” It was now or never; Leo tensed his muscles, ready to bolt for it.

“Hm, a pity,” was all the warrior scientist said, suddenly stepping back. In actuality, he didn’t look all that disappointed. “For you, that is.”

“What—“ Leo managed to say before he yelped, thick purple vines bursting up from the ground and lithely wrapping around each of his limbs and his torso. He hadn’t even seen Draxum move to do that, and he struggled in vain to free himself. “Hey! This is so not cool!”

“Huginn,” Draxum said, turning away from Leo. “Bring that to me.”

“Right away, Boss!” the gargoyle chirped, shooting off into the distant corner of the lab.

Well, that wasn’t worrisome at all. Leo gave up struggling, his futile efforts making him feel nauseous and dizzy all over again. “For the record, I was only caught because I have a concussion,” he insisted. “If I had my sword and was in top shape, you’d be regretting this right now!”

“I’m sure,” Draxum dryly replied. “And what happened when you had all of that earlier today?”

“Uh,” Leo said. He averted his eyes. “Well…”

“That’s what I thought. But don’t worry,” Draxum said, sharing a knowing glance and chuckle with Muninn. “I’ll fix all of that soon enough.”

“Here, Boss!” Huginn darted back across the room, wings straining, as he carried a very… familiar…

“Uh, wait up, no,” Leo said, eyeing the blue object as Huginn dropped it into Draxum’s waiting hand. “Do you even know where that thing’s been? Have you properly washed it at least?”

Draxum’s roots suddenly shift, dragging Leo upright until he’s forced to stand on his tip-toes to have any sort of purchase. “I happened to have had it offered to me by the mutant that you call Meat Sweats,” Draxum said, admiring the collar (for that’s what it actually was, even if Leo had never called it that when it was just a gift from his brother) in the light. “He was quite helpful once I mentioned what I wanted to use it for.” Draxum started to approach, the collar held aloft.

“So, what,” Leo bit out. “You’re gonna stop me from saying my one-liners? Big whoop.”

“I think you’ll find,” Draxum coolly said. “That this has been modified to do so much more than that.” Leo was yanked closer, and Draxum pulled the collar down over Leo’s head. Leo struggled, glancing down at it for a moment in panic and then back up at Draxum’s grin as the collar let out a soft beeping sound and suddenly tightened, becoming two sizes smaller so that it was pressed smug against Leo’s skin. Well, that was new.

“What—“ Leo started to demand, but the collar suddenly crackled to life. A shock five times worse than anything Donnie had ever tried traveled through Leo’s body and hit him in the chest like a sledgehammer, the vines releasing him so he collapsed on the floor in a twitching ball of pain. He whimpered, and the shock occurred again, somehow worse this time. He choked down yet another gasp of pain as his body instinctively curled in on itself, his hands uselessly clawing at his throat as he desperately wheezed for breath. There was nothing but white static for a moment, and when Leo came to, he was on his knees, head bowed before Draxum. He gagged, wiping spit from his mouth. The pain receded, but Leo’s body remained locked up, his mind muddled.

“Careful,” Draxum said, the tip of his hoof prodding Leo in the side. The turtle slowly looked up, shoulders shaking slightly. The look on Draxum’s face was not unlike looking up at a predator that knew its prey was all out of stamina. “If you make any noise while being shocked,” Draxum continued, the two gargoyles settling back on his shoulders and openly laughing at Leo. “It’ll go off again.”

The collar was tight.

But Leo’s throat was now too dry for him to be able to swallow, anyways, as Draxum started to laugh.

(Chapter Three -->)

#lfls #like father like son #rottmnt lfls #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #glitch writes #I NEVER REMEMBER THIS SCHEDULE WHOOPS

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Not Quite Human, Part II - Donatello x Reader

Part I, can be found here --> (x)

Part III, can be found here --> (x)

As Donatello frantically ran from you, he hoped that you wouldn't turn around to witness his cowardly display. Being out in broad daylight, he needed to make a mad dash for the nearest manhole cover before his transformation began. Once he finally located one, he slipped hastily into the sanctity of the sewers. While descending the ladder into the depths of his smelly home, shapeshifting aches nagged at him. He could feel his body slowly losing grip of it's current form.

Upon reaching the bottom, he immediately stripped off his clothes, not wanting to ruin the few human garments that he had available to him. Muscles seizing and then expanding, he could feel the transition happening, coupled with mild twinges. The process being relatively slow, it felt as though the end would never come. After the transformation was finally over, it dawned on the genius that he didn't have his cargo pants. He was naked...Well, not completely. Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out his purple mask, and tied it onto his face.

"Now...to sneak into the lair unseen..." He thought out loud with a gulp, knowing how near-impossible such a feat was. When the entrance to his abode was in sight, he paused to listen for any indicating sounds of life. Hearing none, he peered around the corner, searching for any sign of his brothers. His eyes scanned the room thoroughly, and there didn't appear to be a turtle, or rat, in sight.

Feeling confident that he was alone in the lair, he proceeded. The nude ninja had only taken a few steps before he felt a presence behind him, and he was afraid to turn around. Slowly peeking over his shoulder to find that it wasn't any of his brothers, nor his father...His worst fear realized, it was none other than April O'Neal. With a shout and panicked jump, he accidentally turned to face her. There were no unmentionables exposed, thanks to his testudine lineage, but that did little to alleviate the embarrassment he felt at that very moment.

"A-April?!" He stammered, face as red as it could possibly be.

"Donnie...Why are you--"

"Naked? Uh-er, I was getting ready to take a shower, and forgot my towel!"

"You shower in your mask?"

"How else is it supposed to get clean?!" and with that, he scurried off in the direction of his lab with his tail between his legs.

April tried her best to stifle laughter as she watched the spectacle. In his alarmed haste, the naked turtle unwittingly dropped the clothing that he was carrying. The reporter knelt down and retrieved the garments from the floor, investigating them with bafflement. She then strode up to the doors of Donnie's lab, giving one a gentle knock. Cracking the door open slightly, the still embarrassed turtle poked his head through.

"Donnie, you dropped something," She gave him a look of confusion, "Why do you have these clothes? They look way too small to fit you."

"Um, I'm...doing...an experiment! I'm monitoring the psychological effects that graphic t-shirts have on adolescents. Rad Dude...that puts a lot of pressure on the wearer, if you ask me." following his short explanation, he then grabbed the clothes and shut the door, a faint ‘Thank you’ could be heard from the other side of it. Laughing again, she shook her head, and walked away, leaving the nerdy terrapin to his devices.

Donatello pondered what could have caused his potion's duration to shorten. He surmised that perhaps using it in succession weakened it's lasting ability. This defect needed to be fixed. Aside from tweaking the ooze's formula, the remainder of his waking hours were spent reminiscing about your meet-cute in the alley.

Despite being weary of your intentions, he couldn't help but notice how adorable and funny you were. Having always wondered what it was like to date someone, the genius was intrigued at the prospect of pursuing you. Despite knowing the ramifications of doing so, his yearning to know what it felt like to be with someone romantically outweighed all reason.

With the embers of desire burning, he decided to try and win your heart, and seeking to get his flannel shirt back was the perfect excuse to see you again. There was simply the matter of tracing you. Piece of cake. Just as he sat down in his computer chair, Leonardo called all of his brothers together for patrol, putting a kibosh on the lovestruck terrapin's plans for the evening.

This time there was no getting out of it, the leader enforced the requirement that all members of the squad be present for the nightwatch, and Donatello passively groused at his oldest brother's insistence. He was certainly in no position to argue though, having shirked his responsibilities to the team ever since he began his project.

After their briefing, the ninjas ascended to the darkened city streets, continuing even higher still, up to the rooftops. With his enthusiasm low after having his plans postponed, the purple masked ninja lagged behind, too distracted with thoughts of you. Just as he prepared to climb up a nearby fire escape, he noticed a flier posted on a nearby building. Leonardo interrupted his concentration by firmly suggesting that he not fall behind. Huffing in frustration at his brother's persistence, the brainy turtle complied, scaling the building promptly and leaving the curious posting unread.

With his mind still wandering, so did his eyes, searching desperately for anything that he could use to distract himself. The same flier that he'd seen earlier was posted on every single building and telephone pole in the area they passed, and it piqued his interest. Glancing up ahead, with all of his siblings too focused on searching for the foot clan to readily notice his absence, he broke away to take a quick peek at the odd sign. Donatello's eyes sparkled with elation upon finally reading the contents, it was a "Lost" posting with a picture his flannel shirt on it. You were searching for him, just as he sought to find you.

It read: "Have you seen this man? Handsome lad by the name of Donatello, I don't have a picture of him...so, here's one of his flannel shirt. He's in his early 20's, black hair, tortoise shell glasses, and is a giant, at a lofty 6'6"! If yes, please call..." and it even had pull tabs with your number on them underneath the message. He chortled at the comical ad as he tore off one of the numbers, and speedily pocketed it when he heard Raphael's voice call to him from above.

"Yo, Don, whatcha doin' down there? Let's get a move on." the muscle-bound terrapin grunted impatiently at his younger brother's dawdling.

"Yes, of course, I'm coming!" the infatuated testudine responded in a sing-song voice. He couldn't help but be cheery after his discovery.

Once he made it back up to the roof where his team was waiting, the brute met him with a question, "Whut's up wit you lately?" He seemed almost revolted by his brother's bubbly disposition.

"Nothing, just happy." the nerdy turtle chirped and his brother curled his lip in disgust.

"Wutevah..." He rolled his eyes and the four of them continued their patrol. Donatello beamed as he hummed to himself, following behind his brothers in the guise of the shadows.

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The events of that fateful day lingered in your mind as you laid on your bed, still wearing the memento he'd left in your possession. You hugged the soft garment dreamily, you'd never been the type to fall this hard for someone so quickly. There was just something about him, he seemed so different from other men you'd met, and you couldn't quite place the reason why. Laughing at your childish actions, you thought to yourself cynically: this is the real world, love at first sight doesn't exist.

You were a hopeless romantic, but the rational side of you knew that love only grew over time, and what you were feeling right now was merely lust. That fact only fueled your need to see him again. You wanted, more than anything, to get to know him better. Figuring that he missed his belonging, you resolved to return it to him, even though you'd grown quite attached to it. And if he happened to show interest in seeing you again, you would accept. Content with your decision, you found your eyes becoming heavy. Slowly, you drifted into slumber, cozily wrapped in his flannel shirt.

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Engaged in a furious staring match with his phone, Donatello hadn't the courage to send the text that he'd composed to you. Nerves ate away at him, he had never experienced anything like this before. He hadn't the slightest clue what to do. Wooing someone wasn't something that he thought he'd ever have the privilege of doing, given that he was a mutant.

When he finally sent the message off, the gentle confirmation ping made him shudder. It wasn't long before you responded, and he nearly dropped his phone out of excitement. You proposed a meet up, designating a day, time, and location. Typing furiously, the infatuated terrapin accepted your terms, spinning around in his computer chair gleefully. He glanced at the clock and wished that time would move faster, sitting alone in his laboratory, eagerly waiting for tomorrow to come.

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You arrived right on time at your meeting spot and it wasn't long before you were joined by Donatello. Towering over everyone around him, the nerdy young man could be spotted from a mile away. Watching as he awkwardly weaved in between the crowd, you couldn't help but chuckle.

Anytime he even subtly brushed someone, an automatic apology came out, his anxiety to be amidst so many people was apparent. Once his gaze happened upon you, however, his nervousness visibly melted away. The once fretful expression on his face quickly shifted to one of contentment as he walked up.

"This was kind of Cinderella-esque, wasn't it?" Donatello smirked at you as he held up the torn phone number slip in front of you.

You swiped it from his hand and shot him a smirk of your own, "Why, yes it was, thank you for noticing! I love Disney movies. And also, might I add, that you’re implying that you’re the princess in this scenario."

With the sassiest hair flip that he could muster, he responded, “Why yes, I am, thank you for noticing.” grinning as you laughed at his joke, he gently admonished, "You know...You could attract a lot of weirdos with a sign like that."

"What does that say about you?" Your witty retort caused him to burst into laughter.

"Touché...There were so many of those fliers up, that must have taken quite a while! You really wanted to see me again, huh?" He teased, looking back at you with that same goofy smile he'd made when you first met.

Purposefully ignoring his gentle ribbing, you rooted through your backpack, eventually pulling out his flannel shirt and handing it to him. With the weather still too chilly for his cold-blooded body to handle, he threw on the garment immediately. The fabric was so heavy with your scent that it flirted with his sensitive nose. He could tell that you'd worn it several times since you'd last seen each other. Without thinking, he chuckled at the thought, and you tilted your head in perplexity.

"What's so funny?" you asked, and he replied candidly, "It just...It smells like you." not thinking about how strange the statement sounded.

Recalling the many days in a row that you'd worn it this past week, the accuracy of his observation caused you to jump to a flustered defense. "What? Nooo...It's not like I was sleeping in it or anything!" You immediately regretted what you'd just blurted out and he gave you a quizzical look.

"I didn't say anything about sleeping in it." He pointed out, strictly for the sake of correctness, rather than with the arrogance that such an assertion implied. "It is really soft, I can't say that I blame you."

The innocence of his words made it extremely difficult to get angry with him, so instead you gave him a playful shove. “You seriously are a weirdo, Donnie." a statement meant to be harmless, but he couldn't help his hurt reaction. The mutant already felt insecure knowing that his human form was nothing more than a convincing guise, so it hit him much harder than you intended it to.

Perceiving his dismay, you switched into damage control mode, "Don't worry, I like weird. I mean, come on, you've met me...I'm not exactly normal either!" Your quip coaxed out a chortle from Donatello. In an attempt to further ease his distress with distraction, he allowed his eyes to wander, and they happened upon the sketchbook hanging out of the open front pocket of your backpack. The outside cover appeared to have been hand-inked with an ornate floral pattern.

"Did you do that? It's beautiful." He gestured to your bag, and you smiled when you caught sight of your sketchbook.

"I did, in fact, and thank you! I find a lot of inspiration in nature, flowers are among my favorite things to draw." Your smile widened as you looked at him, overjoyed to hear that he liked your artwork. Suddenly feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you glanced at it only to have your happiness fade. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry Donnie, but I need to go."

"Not a problem...Can I...see you again?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I'd love that! How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow works for me."

"Great, it's a date! I'll text you!"

You ran off just in time, if you'd stayed any longer, you would have seen him explode with excitement. Later that night, Donatello had yet to hear from you, and he was beginning to worry. He wanted to text you, but didn't want to seem desperate. You told him that you'd contact him, so he tried to be patient.

Unfortunately for him, his restless brain took the wheel. Perhaps you wanted him to do the pursuing. He'd read in several studies involving human courtship that many types of people tend to prefer a more assertive and confident suitor. He nervously twiddled his thumbs above his phone as he fought himself on what course of action to take.

On one hand, your silence could indicate disinterest, but on the other...there was the possibility that you'd either forgotten or hadn't had the time to message him. Additionally, this forward move could come across as overbearing. He shook his head, hoping that would erase his intrusive thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. Finally he came to a decision, he swiftly typed out a text to you and sent it before he could talk himself out of it. It wasn't long before you sent a response, much to his excitement.

Donnie: Hey, Y/N! How's it going?

You: Hiya, Donnie! I'm sorry that I didn't text you, today was kinda hectic! XD

Donnie: Not a problem! And hey...I have a great idea of what we could do tomorrow...What do you say?

You: Absolutely! What did you have in mind?

Donnie: I'd prefer to keep it a mystery, if that's alright with you.

You: Ooo, I love a good mystery, I'm game. ;)

Elated at your openmindedness to his date suggestion, he typed out directions for where to meet him and when. Releasing a sigh of pure bliss, he sprang from his chair and ran into his bedroom. Clutching the flannel shirt he flopped onto his bed, laughing like a love drunk fool. He contemplated transforming just so he could wear it to sleep, as you had done. The thought sent his imagination running wild, and he bit his lower lip to keep it at bay. The overthinker carefully mulled over the many possible scenarios where things could go wrong. When his rationalizations were unable to stifle his need, he crept into his laboratory, locked the door, and took some of the ooze.

This was a risk that he was more than willing to take, simultaneously hating, and loving that he gave into his immature desire. Morphing into his human form, he set up pillows in the laboratory and indulged in peaceful rest while snuggled warmly in the plush flannel which held your scent. That night was the most fitful slumber he'd had in a long while, giggling and snorting in his sleep as he dreamt of you.

When morning came, he groggily rose from his pillow pile in a satisfying stretch. Practically skipping his way to the bathroom, he flicked on the light and turned to the mirror. His hair was a mess and he laughed uncontrollably at the unfamiliar sight.

"So, this is what it's like to have bed head..." He grinned, burying his hand in his dark, silky waves. He felt strangely comfortable waking to this appearance. It was a breath of fresh air compared to his usual wake up call of scales and a shell. Knowing it wouldn't be long before he changed back, he let out a resigned huff. Taking care of his bathroom needs, he reentered his lab, anxiously awaiting his reversion.

Once it began, he rode it out, knowing what to expect. Wincing as he shell finished forming, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, that feeling of comfort was fleeting after he heard movement from behind, he spun around to find his youngest brother.

"Bro?" the orange masked terrapin's eyes were wide in amazement.

Worry swept over Donatello as he responded, "Mikey! H-how long have you been standing there? And, more importantly...how did you get in here?!"

Completely disregarding the latter question, the awe-stricken turtle fixated on what he'd just witnessed. "Duuude...that was way rad! You just transformed like some sort of wereturtle or something!" He jumped up and down as his big brother pinched the bridge of his snout in frustration.

Grabbing hold of his sibling by the shoulders, the nervous turtle addressed him, "Michelangelo. Listen to me. You cannot breathe a word of this to Raph or Leo."

The hyper lad narrowed his eyes and grinned, "Okay, bro...I'll keep it on the DL...but you goootta let me try it! Please, please, pleeease???" Mikey may have been naive, but he put the pieces together fairly easily. He knew that his big brained big brother had found a way to make more purple ooze.

Aware that his secret was bound to get out eventually, Donatello was prepared to bribe his little brother into secrecy. Understandably concerned about including him in this, the genius sat him down and carefully ran through the instructions on usage of the ooze. Holding eye contact, he then sought confirmation that his sibling understood. When the ninja in orange explained it back to him almost perfectly, he nodded, and handed a few vials off.

"I totally owe you one for this!"

The genius merely chuckled at his brother's offer, but after some introspection, he realized that he was in need of new clothes. He'd worn the same outfit twice already, and not wanting to go for a third time, the bespectacled terrapin immediately took Michelangelo up on the offer.

"Well...you could help me pick out an outfit for my date."

"Whaaat? You have a date?! Dude, tell me everything!"

"Mikey, focus. Can you help me find something to wear or not?"

"You know I gotchu, bro!" He then winked and followed up with finger guns before continuing, "Can we do a dress up montage like they do in the movies?!" Donatello grinned and nodded at his sibling's comical question, and before the brainiac knew it, clothes were flying. Running back and forth with various articles of clothing, the hyper turtle held each one up for his client to approve.

"I should start my own show: Rad Eye for the Turtle Guy," Mikey chuckled at his own joke and his brother rolled his eyes. The picky testudine turned up his snout at every outfit presented to him. Eventually, the turtle turned stylist waved a white shirt in surrender.

"Zats it, I give up! I cannot work in zees conditions!" He huffed in the worst fake French accent known to man, threw the shirt to the floor, and collapsed onto a nearby chair dramatically.

"This is perfect!" Donatello chose an outfit almost identical to what he'd been wearing, the only difference being a Rush concert tee shirt and a slightly darker pair of denim jeans. Immediately recovering from his overdramatic sulking, Michelangelo leapt from his seat avidly.

"Ooo, very punk rock, I like it! I think I have the perfect jacket for this too, hold on..." the exuberant turtle exclaimed, proceeding to rummage through one of his many piles of clothing. His older brother stopped him before he dove too deep into the abyss to be saved by even the most equipped search and rescue team.

"Sorry, but the flannel shirt stays. It's...special." the orange masked turtle looked back him with with bemusement, but shrugged it off, "Whatever floats your goat, man."

A quick glance at the time sent the twitterpated testudine into a panic. "Aaah, I need to get going! Thanks for your help, Mikey!" He shouted as he ran from the room, and to his laboratory. Once there, he grabbed the backpack that he'd readied for his day trip, along with a vial of ooze. He easily slipped out of the lair in his turtle form, intending to undergo his change in one of the many tunnels of the sewers. After reaching his predesignated transformation area, he took the ooze, dressed in his outfit, and left his backpack safely tucked away in a crack in the sewer wall.

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Standing at Grand Central station, a lump formed in Donatello's throat as he swayed back and forth in anticipation of your arrival, unable to stay still due to a combination of nerves and excitement. The young man was beside himself, this was the first date he'd ever gone on in his life.

You waved to him from afar as you approached, your very presence offering an immediate calming effect to the anxious lad. "So, where's this mystery location?" You then gasped dramatically with a hand over your mouth before continuing, "You are a stalker, all of your actions up until now have been leading to this very moment...and now you're going to kidnap me, I knew it!"

Donatello grinned, and played along with your improv prompt. "You caught me...In the most convoluted kidnapping plot of the century! I've always been a fan of the long con." the two of you burst into raucous chortling at your ridiculous scenario. Passersby stared and glared, but neither of you noticed or cared, their snotty reactions only caused you to laugh louder.

"So, besides your scary unmarked van...Where are we headed to today, my prince charming?"

Flinching at your choice of nickname, the nerdy lad cleared his throat as he attempted to find composure, and then answered your inquiry, "The Flannery Botanical Gardens." You looked at him in disbelief.

"But...that's not open to the public." Your eyes grew wide, and you eagerly awaited his explanation.

"I know people..." He replied cryptically, proud of his ability to evoke such an impressed response from you. Without another word he indicated for you to follow, and the two of you boarded the train. Travelling out of the congested city, you peered out the window and watched as lush greenery replaced lofty buildings. Upstate travel was rare for you, and you wished that it wasn't as you admired the gorgeous landscape that flew by before your eyes. Once you'd arrived at your destination, it wasn't a long walk to reach the gardens.

The enormous campus that was the Flannery Laboratory was impressive, to say the least. With a gentle wave from Donatello, the guards at the front gate merely nodded, and allowed entrance. Once you entered the gardens, the biology nerd described every plant that he spotted in perfect detail, giving scientific breakdowns of each.

Despite your own vast knowledge of the flora, you remained quiet and listened, enjoying the fervor in the way he spoke. It was evident that he lived and breathed science in every fiber of his being. He truly loved the world around him and took great pleasure in learning about it. You gazed up at him, his glow making it difficult for you to look away.

When he noticed that you were staring, he slowly fell into an embarrassed hush. "S-sorry...My brothers tell me that I get carried away talking sometimes..."

"You're fine! You have a way of making everything sound interesting, I’m enjoying it."

His eyes lit up at your words, that was not the reaction he was used to getting after having gone off on a lengthy scientific rant. A soft warmth flooded his cheeks and he averted his gaze down to the ground before looking back up at you, "Shall we continue?"

As the two of you walked further into the gardens, he took every opportunity to touch you. A few brushes on the arm, gentle nudges here and there to get your attention, a phantom tap on the waist...Though he dared not linger for too long, fearing that his advances may be unwanted. Perceiving his apprehension, you started actively leaning into his passive touches.Observing that you were responding favorably to this contact, he started becoming slightly more bold, the culmination of this being a firm handhold.

What would normally be a warming experience, felt quite the opposite. His hand was very cold to the touch, atypically so. "Donnie, you feel ice cold." You looked to him worriedly, it felt as though you had clasped your bare hand around a frozen door handle. With the balmy summer reaching it's peak, you couldn't fathom how his body could possibly be at such an icy temperature. Sure, the cloud coverage offered reprieve from the heat, but not that much.

Remaining calm he responded, "Yeah, that's why I always wear a flannel shirt and pants! I tend to get cold easily." He laughed it off, but in the back of his mind he knew why, and he couldn't just flat out tell you. Still cold-blooded on the inside, he sighed heavily at the thought. It pained him to be reminded that he wasn't actually human. This did, however, motivate him to continue his experimentation with the ooze. After experiencing what it was like to be human, he began to heavily consider making the transformation permanent.

"I...I can let go..." He offered meekly, trying in vain to hide his discomfort.

You simply smiled, peered down at your interlaced fingers, and then back up him, "I’m fine like this," following with a gentle reaffirming hand squeeze. It was undeniable that his abnormally low body temperature was very strange, but you weren't about to let go of him. The joy that filled the mutant in disguise was indescribable, perhaps there was hope for him after all.

When the day began to wind down to an end, your date escorted you home first by train, and then by foot. By the time you'd reached the city and begun walking, the sun was fairly low in the sky. This offered a picturesque view of swirling blue, red, orange, and purple. Donatello was unable to mask his appreciation for the sight, for it was one that he seldom saw. Noticing his awe, you stifled a giggle, and he readied an explanation as he became aware of his unusual response to something so commonplace.

"I work from afternoon to night, so I don't get to see this very often." He sighed, golden eyes turning back to the sunset, a dreamy smile playing on his lips. His zest for life was truly something to be admired. Upon arriving at your building, you didn't want to part ways with your beau. With a soft tug of his hand, you encouraged him to follow you up to your apartment, but he resisted.

"I-I'm sorry, but I shouldn't..." the yearning behind his eyes told otherwise, but he remained firm in his decision. With his reversion not far off, he had no other choice. "Rain check?" the request came out meekly followed by a flicker of disappointment in his hazel eyes. With an understanding smile, you nodded.

Your reluctant parting of ways would have been adorable to anyone watching. The young man began to walk away slowly, both parties looking over their shoulders longingly. Donatello's pace became hurried, he feared that if he lingered too long, he'd convince himself to stay; and that course of action would only go horribly.

Once he returned to the lair after having transformed back, he found himself actually considering turning in for the night. Sleeping wasn't a habit of his, however, he'd found himself craving it more since the two of you met. Mostly because sleeping meant dreaming, and dreaming meant seeing more of you.

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Head pounding like a drum, Donatello found himself wandering the New York city streets in the dead of night. Unable to sleep, and thinking some fresh air would clear his head, he morphed into his human form and ventured up. Eventually, he stumbled upon your apartment building, having walked all the way there unconsciously.

Counterintuitive to his natural inclination not to drop by unannounced, he headed up to your apartment, hoping that seeing you would calm him. He hesitated once he reached your door, not wanting to seem rude or too forward. But before he could rethink his actions, you opened the door.

"Y-Y/N? Good evening!" He greeted you happily and you smiled at him, scanning him up and down. Recognizing the amorous actions, Donatello became instantly flustered.

Without a word you merely giggled at his shyness, grabbed hold of his flannel shirt, and pulled him inside. After closing the door, you ran to him, slipping your arms around the small of his back. Standing up onto your tiptoes, you managed to reach his lips. At first, the shy lad hesitated, but soon leaned into it. You both held the kiss for several seconds, and he wondered if he should take it further when suddenly, you moved away.

You appeared shellshocked, and when you finally spoke, it was in an unexpectedly frightened tone, "D-Donnie?...Is that you?"

He stared back at you, equally confused, "What?" suddenly becoming hyperaware of himself, he could feel the familiar weight of his shell resting heavy on his body, eyes trailing down to see his plastron and scales. "No..." a sense of dread enveloped him, and he took several steps back.

Your scream was ear-splitting, eyes wide as you struggled to process what you were looking at. The terrified expression on your face wasn't surprising, but it was definitely painful. He began trembling as he waited for you to do or say anything, but you remained silent, paralyzed by fear.

...to be continued.

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undercoverwizardninjaturtle · 5 years

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Golden Boy Part 1: A TMNT 2003 FANFICTION

Summary: Things haven't been easy since Leo left, a once solid brotherhood built on trust and dependency is close to ruin, but can they save it in time? Or is it irrepairable now?

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003

Rating: T with mild Violence

Word Count: 2161

a/n I wrote this YEARS ago, so the writing style isn’t up to date, but I wanted to see how it would do on here

Don sat at his computer, he only had few more minutes before his shift started and he already dreaded it. He hated his job; it wasn't exactly a secret, as he tried to hide it. Milky told him many times he should quit his job. But he couldn't, they needed the money. And it was an excuse to stay up late, he didn't need it but it was better than sitting up in a chair and waiting for Raph to come home. And a excuse to drink lots of coffee. Speaking of which, he glanced over from his desk to the kitchen where his heavenous elixir maker sat on the counter. Maybe he could get a cup going before-

ON cue he heard the door slide open, the sound of grunting and groaning followed by a large yawn. The careless cracking of a motorcycle helmet being tossed across concrete floor.

So much for coffee

Now was time for his least favorite part of the night

Donnie quickly turned away from the kitchen to lean back in his seat, even though he didn’t acting like he hadn’t been waiting up till 5 in the morning for his oldest brother. But it helped him feel less ‘motherly, "Hey Raph, where've you been?"

There wasn't an answer, Don turned to see Raph leaning against the fridge with his shoulder and arms crossed and facing Don. If Donnie didn’t know any better, he’d think that Raph was trying to emulate a bad boy from the 50’s. His eyes shifted over to him with barely a care, "Shouldn't the Golden Boy be in bed?"

Ah, Golden Boy. One of the less the affectionate nick-names Raph gave him. It was just one of the many ways Raph chose to show his anger nowadays. Don wished he could say that it was everyone he was treating like this, but it wasn't. Sure Raph wasn't tolerable to Mikey anymore either but it seemed that Raph was going out of his way just to tick Donnie off

Unfortunately, this time had paid off

"I'm getting ready to start my shift. I asked where you've been Raph."

The hiss of carbonation filled the air and a snort that clearly marked his older brother’s amusement. But Don took a deep breath, turning back to his computer to type on the keys, though any numbskull could see his screen was still home the home window. Therefore, his typing was obsolete, “I’m just asking there’s no law against it.”

“Whatever.” The nonrelated response that indicated Raph had not heard a word he had said. But merely knew Donnie HAD been talking but decided his words weren’t worth the energy to listen to. That and the closing of the fridge followed by fading footsteps

Donnie wanted nothing more than to let him go,

But that’s not what Leo had asked of him when he had designated Donnie leader.

He spun out of his seat just as Raph reached the stairs, “Raph, please. You’re worrying everybody. Not even Casey knows where you’ve been going, remember him? Your best friend? “And by the third step he had reached the bottom of his stairs, “Raph come-on, and talk to me. I don’t care where you’ve been going but I don’t’ want you going alone. I’ll go, I can help. Anything is better than staying up till sunrise worried to death about you, -“but his brother had already climbed the stairs, “Come on bro, please?!” he reached the second floor. For such a muscle bounded idiot he was fast (and deploying excellent ignoring abilities). The door to Raph’s room slowly closing after him, Don’s hand shot into the darkness, grabbing a hold of a muscle bound arm-

Pain exploded in the center of Don’s face, and the waves of copper filled his mouth. He stumbled back away from the darkened room as his shell hit the railing that kept the family from falling to the living room (which he was never more grateful for). His arm hooked up over the rail to keep from hitting the floor altogether. His free hand smothering the blood now pouring out of his mouth and the pain radiating from his head- his vision was filled with painful lights that indicated probable damage to his skull-

“DON!” Oh now Raph was concerned. If the sizzling spilled soda running over his feet was anything to go by. A hand grabbed his shoulder, “Shit shit are you ok?! I’m sorry, shit; I didn’t know it was you. Ok so I knew it was you I just reacted-“

‘Just reacted’? Well, Raph’s ‘Just reaction’ left Donnie with an aching head and a hand full of blood. He pulled the hand away from his face long enough to check- oh yup that was a lot of blood.

“Shit, shit shit.” Couldn’t Raph say anything else? “Stay here I’m going to get the first aid kit.” He wanted to tell Raph not to bother, but with the sound of fading running steps he knew there was no point.

And he also knew there was no point in talking.

With his arm still hooked around the railing, he slowly pulled his legs underneath him. Forcing his balance to climb back up to his feet, he leaned over the railing for a moment, struggling with the pounding through his head.

He needed to get to work

One foot in front of the other, the railing only went one way and he knew he’d hit the steps eventually

His shift started in 5 minutes

His family needed that money…

Don’s shoulder bumped into the support beam that marked the end of the railing. Why the hell was he so dizzy? The steps felt like butter beneath his feet, but somehow he managed not to slip down them and wake everyone in the lair. Donnie’s hands gripped the railing for all they were worth (and since he had put them in, he knew what they were worth). His feet finally hit the ground floor. Great, now to get to his desk, the sound of rushing footsteps filled the air from the open hallway again. Sounds like Raph had found the ‘2nd floor’ med kit finally.

“Don?! Donnie where’d you go!?” Don could only roll his eyes, moving toward the back of the stairs, “Oh Dam there you are!” The footsteps hit the stairway. A hand slammed against his shell. But Don’s years of training sent him putting his weight forward and the sound of fingernails barely scraping his shell, “Don,”

“Go ‘way.” Why were his words slurring so hard? He couldn’t work like that, but the alternative was talking to Raph and giving him attention.

He’d prefer to sound like a drunk.

“I have the med kit, just look at me so I can look at your head.”

What was the point? Donnie turned back to the screen his fingers moving with memory to log in his information. 2 minutes before his shift started, and he got penalized if he logged in late. He couldn’t afford that. Winter was coming up, and the lair needed supplies to be prepped for the cold. Especially for Splinter-

A hand gripped his jaw tightly, a slight tug said the ‘medic’ (Donnie wasn’t sure when they had switched roles) wanted his attention, “Dam it Don just look at me so I can fix your head. I brought your inhaler down, do you need it? I know it’s been a while-“

Though it ached his head to do so, he yanked his jaw free and leaned forward. Dam it, why was the screen so blurry-

“D-Dam it Don!” there was that voice again, grating the back of his brain. Adding to the already painful pulse going through it, “Dam it Don, let me help you.”

Help

Help?

A faint laugh escaped lazily and dropped from his lips.

“What’s so funny?!” Donnie wasn’t sure how Raph pulled off ‘angry’ and ‘concerned’ at the same time without rupturing his tiny brain, “I didn’t mean to hit you I just reacted, I was half asleep.” oh really? He wasn’t half asleep when he came in, “Just say something, PLEASE. I’ll listen, I swear’ I will. Just tell me what’s going on, tell me you forgive me. Tell me you’re not mad.”

And there it was.

It was what was always expected of him

Everyone around him expected the same thing

I’m sorry Don

I didn’t mean to break it bro

It was an accident

Can you fix it?

You know I need my PlayStation! Please please! It won’t take long!

I know you’re busy, but I need this fixed before our next practice? It’s important

Common Don please help, please fix it

It’s important! You can spare your ‘precious time for us mortals

Donnie fix it!

I”m sorry Don!

Come ‘on get over it

GET OVER IT DONNIE

GET OVER IT!

“Go Away.” Donnie wasn’t sure when he had even spoken, but a cold silence was cast in the room, the hand that had been trying to yank his head in direction of his ‘ big brother’ slid off slowly. It was replaced by a grip gentler grip to his shoulder. Don could just feel the quiver of his brother’s fingers struggling whether or not to squeeze the muscles. Don knew this ‘Raph’. Torn between his own anger, confused by it to a fault.

Donnie knew how to diffuse him.

But the problem was he didn’t care.

Slowly he turned his head back; looking to the older brother he had so depended on. Donnie could remember the night Leonardo had left. That night he had been so taken by panic, the thought of all the responsibility weighing down on him. The thought of taking on two pivotal roles in the family at the same time, he almost hadn’t’ been surprised that he had an asthma attack. But Raph had been there he had come back from Casey and Aprils just in time. The only one to see him in such a torn state, he had gotten Don’s inhaler and helped him clam down, then had stayed up for hours talking to him. A lot of the night was a blur of oxygen deprivation, breathing into paper bags, and a hand rubbing his shoulder. Most of the words were lost with the expansion of time that followed. But Donnie could remember four words that Raph had spoken that night. Being pulled into a tight brotherly hug, they had stayed with him, every night since then when Raph kept his bitter tone and attitude, when he came home drunk and needed someone to get him to his own bed.

“I’m here for you.”

A hand ran back to his shoulder, a small whisper reaching him in a small act of desperation, “Bro-“

“GO. AWAY.” Donnie’s head swerved back over to his brother, it didn’t help the ache was crawling down his spine and neck. An unbearable throb that was spreading like the bubonic plague in the middle ages.

Amber eyes bore at him; desperation lined their normally angry spark that consumed them every day. They begged for forgiveness, they DEMANDED his forgiveness. They wanted him to say he didn’t care about the about the physical attack on his body, or the blood he still felt running down his face.

But Donnie didn’t care.

Slowly the anguish in his eyes began to fade, a glimmer following consuming them slowly. His lips curling and a small vibrations running across his throat. Blaze consuming his eyes and the sound of popping bones in a fist he had previously dented Donnie’s face. Don’s head turned back to the monitor, picking up the headpiece to put in place as he pressed a button on the side, putting him on duty and back to work. And also indicating the end of their conversation.

Something emerald green shot by his head, one of his monitors exploded into a frenzy of spark and lights underneath an angry growl. A thick voice reaching his ear

“Just go and die already.”

Heavy steps stomped away. Retreating up the stairs and disappearing behind a slamming door.

The Lair descended back into silence and the air lifted up from the missing tension. Don could feel the buttons of his keyboard move ever so gently under shaking fingers. He drew away long enough to rub his scalp, rubbing his mouth on the back of his hand to drain the rest of the blood, but a faint trickle indicated the still fresh flow. His limbs heavy from sudden exhaustion

Maybe he could lay his head down for a moment

Just for a moment

Just to close his eyes.

Just before he started his shift….

Just before life took anything else from him

Just a break from being the “Golden Boy”

Here’s the rest that i’ve updated so far if you want to read the https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10466046/1/Golden-Boy

#Golden Boy #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2003 #tmnt 2003 #fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2003 #raph #raph 2k3 #hurt

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fireinclined-archive · 7 years

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HELLION

who is hellion?

so in an ironic twist of fate, life inclined cassandra would be the most reckless, thoughtless, and violent version of cassandra and to be quite honest, i don’t think she and splinter would ever be friends, let alone her becoming the mother of the turtles.

people who are life inclined should have the ability to heal and to kill- it’s only the limitations added to the capellan gene pool that made it so that life inclined people could not kill without dying themselves. that ability still exists. just as regular cassandra can be a wildfire or a campfire, life inclined cassandra can be a healer or a killer, and what hat she’s wearing can change very quickly.

life inclined cassandra- who we’ll call “hellion” bc tbh that’s what she is, feels cheated out of her ability to kill- one half of her inclination is closed off to her. so to compensate for this, she has trained herself to be EXTREMELY skilled in battle. like holy shit, she is a huge fucking threat. and she lives for the thrill of battle, because she can also use her ability to heal in battle…on herself.

she’s so reckless with her own body- i’m not sure if she can, say, mend an a limb that’s been cut off back onto her body, but she has some serious skills. so she’s self destructive bc who cares!!! she can just heal herself!!

in this same vein, she doesn’t care about the safety of others. who cares! i’ll just heal them! she pushes people to do things outside of their comfort zone in a bad way, she’s vulgar and mean, and quick to resort to violence. she won’t kill innocent people but..she’s very comfortable with the idea of killing.

hellion joins the foot clan after arriving on earth, but is uncomfortable when she realizes the turtles are just kids, and after one significant event, she defects

hellion’s change of heart

cassandra once said splinter’s kindness is what she loves the most about him and that he reminds her of all the good that’s left in the galaxy on the bad days. that’s really fucking important!! in ANY au.

so…i’m thinking specifically in the manhattan project, when they’ve captured and drugged splinter, hellion looks in his eyes that are full of hurt, and there’s just…something about him. something about him that when shredder starts his fight with splinter and splinter clearly doesn’t stand a chance, hellion whips out her Super Cool Space Gun™ and shoots shredder right between the eyes (or..not, because that would derail the rest of the series but i really am in love with the idea of hellion just. casually killing him). in the ensuing chaos, hellion suddenly switches sides, since she has no loyalty to the foot whatsoever.

at the end of the fight, splinter asks her why she helped him, and the real reason is that she could sense the kindness in him, and…hellion has lived a life deprived of kindness, so much so that she craves that mineral kindness. granted, that’s been mostly her own choice, but still.

what does she tell him? “you remind me of someone i once knew.”

which…isn’t a lie. the last person who had that kind of kindness in hellion’s life was keandra, and he’d been repulsed by how violent and mean hellion had become, and their friendship ended on a bad note. hellion goes to leave after saying this, then stops and adds that she’s not a threat to them anymore, and that they might see her around, but she’s got a bunch of stuff to work out.

hellion’s redemption arc

after the manhattan project, hellion lays low, with the foot after her for her betrayal. she doesn’t really do anything noteworthy until the invasion, which is the height of hellion’s redemption. she sets up a clinic and for the first real time ever, uses her powers to heal others more than herself.

after the invasion is over, hellion sets up an illegal clinic somewhere for mutants (and humans too, but mostly mutants.). in order to make it legitimate some day and also just so she knows how to better help people, she starts putting herself through medical school

hellion’s capellan turtles

she’s got a huge soft spot for children. so…let’s say even more auish capellan turtles au, since that’s the only au where she actually gets the opportunity to raise them. hellion at this point has recognized that theon was abusive and that she doesn’t want to raise her children that way. instead…she looks back to her mothers.

she remembers evelyn’s playful roughhousing, and so she tickles them and lets them ride on her back and picks them up and spins them around. she remembers cammilyn’s reassurance and the way she encouraged cassandra to the best she could be, and so hellion encourages her children wholeheartedly in whatever they pursue. she remembers raelyn’s grace and wisdom, and struggles to be the same.

hellion would still be violent and get in fights but never, ever would she even consider laying a hand on her own children. or tearing them down with her words. she is so fucking soft with her family in a way she isn’t anywhere else.

she wouldn’t join the foot because now she has a reason to care about herself- she has to be there for her kids. she’d probably?? start her transformation into a Good Person™ because of her kids, not splinter. idk where splinter would even fit in in this au

hellion’s turts would be a lot rougher, a lot rowdier, and with zero respect for authority (…other than hellion’s tbh). they’re punks, rebels without causes…a lot like hellion herself. but she’s raised them to respect good, innocent people, so they don’t hurt anyone…without reason.

hellion trying to discipline her kids is?? so laughable because she tries not to yell so she’s just trying to put them in time outs or w/e but they’re just running around and screaming and she’s just standing in the middle of this chaos, having a silent breakdown

if any of the boys hit each other outside of the socker boppers, the punishment is much more severe. they lose tv privileges, have to do chores for the brother they hit, etc, etc. i’d imagine since this is one of the biggest and most important rules- don’t hurt each other- that the turt who’s being punished is lowkey shunned for a few days. its not something hellion enforces or encourages, but it’s something that’s developed over the years nonetheless

hellion & the turtles’ living situation

they live on her ship until they’re five! and they probably? share a room until then. however they probably all end up running to hellion’s room in the middle of the night because her bed’s the biggest and her room is actually? pretty far away from theirs. so they all go to her and snuggle w/ mom.

when they turn five, hellion realizes they’re gonna need their own spaces, so she buys the old cabin in the adirondacks that’s paola’s cabin in the main verse, fixes it up and gives everyone their own room. she sleeps up in the cabin as well, although the cabin is probably JUST for sleeping- most of their day-to day activities happen in the ship.

things to note

they’re still capellan turtles- they’re all taller than normal, they all get an inclination, etc etc. another thing to note is that hellion does not know about new capella- therefore…they don’t know any of their extended family and believe that keandra, who they only know a little bit about, and hellion are the very last capellans.

they’re probably also a little more awkward around humans because not only were they raised by an alien, they were raised in the woods, away from other humans (as opposed to living right under them)

hellion!donnie

well, first of all, hellion really tries to help donnie grow and flourish intellectually bc whoa hello this kid is smart. she encourages him wholeheartedly and tries to help him with his projects where she can. since the turts are probably living in hellion’s ship, whether that’s on earth or not, donnie probably followed her around when she does repairs on the ship when he was little. she’d ramble on about what she was doing, and donnie would just absorb it all.

since i’d imagine there isn’t much to fix on the ship the way there probably is in the lair- the ship was made to last a long time, and designed to be lived in- that probably takes a lot of weight off donnie’s shoulders- that, and he has his mom to fall back on since she was doing repairs since before donnie was born.

hellion still loves astronomy with all her heart, and teaches all the turtles, but especially donnie, about the galaxy the way her grandmother did with her. when he’s like…14 she teaches him how to drive the ship.

another thing i realized like, twenty minutes ago, is that the hellion turtles would never learn ninjustu, unless splinter were to come into the picture later on. but even then, hellion never makes the boys’ focus on fighting. when they’re older and hellion is a few more years removed from the person she was before the turtles, she realizes she doesn’t want them to follow her footsteps, and is hesitant to teach them to fight at all. she doesn’t want them to put their self worth into fighting, because that’s what she did, and after she got the turtles and gave that up?? hellion lowkey had an identity crisis. she latched onto the role of mother to give her a sense of purpose and identity.

until they run into the kraang, which…again, unless splinter comes into the picture somehow, is the ONLY ones they’ll run into, all hellion teaches them is self defense.

#🌻 she was destruction given form and purpose. hers was an elegant savagery.「LIFE INCLINED CASSANDRA.」#🌻 bad decisions make for the best memories「HEADCANONS.」#🌻 how do you rebel in a family of rebels? 「VERSE: HELLION’S CAPELLAN TURTLES.」#hc rush #long post //

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Secret of the Sewers: The Way of Invisibility

Onboard the lone ship docked in the abandoned pier, Oroku Saki sat in the middle of the deck in a meditative stance. He was not wearing his armor, his chest bare and revealing the freshly healed scars of his previous battle. Though several days had passed since he’d been removed from the vat, he could still feel the dull ache of the pain all across his body, a weakness he could not afford, and one he was determined to fight off.

Just then, all five members of the Shredder’s elite guard appeared in a puff of smoke, one right after the other. They had their weapons trained on their Master, determined to bring him down.

The kusarigama elite attacked first, throwing his chain out at him. Saki quickly grabbed it and pulled the elite in close. Saki then grabbed the elite by the throat and slammed him into the ground.

The butterfly sword elite charged at him next, swinging his weapons wildly at him, but missing every time. Finally, Saki caught one his arms and twisted it, causing him to kneel down. Saki then struck him in the face, taking him out.

The spear elite was next. As he swung his weapon at him, Saki grabbed it and used it to swing the elite overhead and onto the ground. The kanana and hook sword elites then came at him at the same time. Saki quickly used the blunt end of the spear to strike the katana elite in the gut, taking him out.

The Hook sword elite then tried bringing his swords down on him, but Saki just brought the spear up to block him. He then pulled the spear back, yanking the elite’s swords out of his hands. Before he could react, Saki struck the elite in the face with the blunt end, knocking him out.

With all of the elites groaning at his feet, Saki straightened up, flexing his fingers as he looked down at his arms. Yes, he had been out of commission for awhile, but he was ready to return to battle.

“Master.” Hun called out, opening the door to the hull. “Dr. Chaplin has asked me to collect you. He believes he’s done it.”

“Excellent.” Saki replied. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

Hun nodded, then walked back inside. Saki watched him go, then picked up his shirt before following in after him.

…

Dr Chaplin was hunched over his computer setup as Saki and Hun entered the room.

“I trust your latest breakthrough is completed.” Saki guessed.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Chaplin replied, adjusting his glasses as he turned around to face Saki and Hun. “All they need now is your seal of approval.”

“Then let us see them.” Saki instsited.

Chaplin snapped his fingers, and all of a sudden, a quintet of figures suddenly jumped out of the shadows. They landed in a single file line in front of Saki, each of them giving a proper bow. They were wearing long black trench coats over navy blue tech suits. The foot insignia was embedded in the center of their chests, with strange looking technological veins sprouting from it. Their masks were more traditional than what the Foot usually wore, covering their entire face save for glowing red lenses over their eyes.

“Master Shredder, allow me to introduce the Foot Tech Ninjas.” Chaplin declared happily.

“Interesting designs.” Saki commented. “But can they do the job?”

“See for yourself.” Chaplin offered before turning to Hun. “Mr. Hun, would you be so kind as to attack them?”

At the word attack, all five of the ninjas dropped the trench coats, revealing a pair of long staff-like weapons strapped to their backs. In perfect unison, they drew the weapons, extending them. Hun was surprised by this but smiled and cracked his knuckles regardless.

“I hope you’re prepared to send your new toys back to the chop shop.” He taunted.

He charged at the ninjas, but before he reached them, they all slapped their hands over the foot insignia on their chests. They shimmered slightly, before disappearing altogether.

“Can’t break what you can’t see.” Chaplin retorted confidently.

Hun looked around the room for any sign of his invisible adversaries, but he found nothing. Suddenly, he felt something hit him from behind. He turned around but saw nothing. Another blow was delivered to his stomach, the attacker remaining out of sight. Chaplin chuckled, looking up at Saki.

“The Foot Tech ninjas are the perfect blend of man and machine.” He explained. “The suits they’re wearing boost not only their speed, but their strength as well. On top of that, the cloaking mechanism makes them 100% invisible to the naked eye.”

Hun then began taking random swipes at the air hoping he would collide with something, but nothing happened. Then, something hit him in the face so hard, it knocked him to the ground. With Hun down, all five invisible ninjas shimmered back into view.

“As an added feature, the suits also emit a low energy radio wave when the stealth feature is activated.” Chaplin added. “From what I’ve garnered from the remains of Dr. Stockman’s notes, it should prevent Project Oracle from mentally detect them.”

“Excellent.” Saki marvelled. “These new soldiers will be perfect for my plans.”

“Just give the order, sir.” Chaplin told him.

Saki then turned towards the Foot Tech ninjas.

“You five will journey to our former headquarters.” Saki instructed. “Seek out the Foot High Council, and destroy them. Once and for all.”

All five ninjas bowed in unison, reclaiming their coats before taking their leave of the ship.

...

In the old Saki Corporations building, Miwa walked into the office of the Foot High Council. They all sat in front of a long wooden table, each of them with a cup of tea in front of them. None of them were in their ceremonial armor, choosing to simply wear traditional gis, or in Chikara’s case, a kimono.

“Honorable Foot High Council.” Miwa greeted, sliding into a respectful bow.

“Miwa.” Juto spoke. “Welcome. Take a seat, child.”

Miwa rose from her bow, taking a seat on a pillow provided for her.

“I must admit, your summons was… unexpected.” Mia admitted. “Though my father does thank you for calling rather than shooting another arrow. Donny did want me to ask you how you managed to find out the number to my shell cell.”

“We had a chance to examine this… shell cell, while you were in our custody.” Kon explained simply.

“Oh.” Miwa let out. “Right. Back to your reason for summoning me.”

“Yes.” Hisomi spoke next. “We need to talk to you about what exactly Saki was doing in New York.”

“So that we can undo the damage he has done to this city, and the Foot.” Mashimi added.

Miwa nodded at that.

“I’m afraid even I was kept in the dark about most of his operations.” she admitted. “All I knew was that he was trying to amass an army, by any means necessary. As we told you the other night, he was even willing to go as far as to mutate defenseless animals and torture children.”

“We remember.” Chikara confirmed. “We can be thankful that the monster Stockman is disposed of at least. However, what still remains a mystery is what he needed with such an army.”

“Like I said, I was unsure.” Miwa repeated. “The best I can figure was that he was preparing to go to war.”

...

Outside of Saki enterprises, the Foot Tech ninjas all walked up to the building. They walked into an adjacent alley, shedding their coats and donning their masks. Once they were fully suited up, they activated their cloaking features, disappearing from sight. The only way to tell where they were was the small holes left by their climbing claws as they scaled the side of the building.

...

“To war with who though?” Juto asked. “Yoshi and his family?”

“Impossible.” Kon debunked. “He had no idea Yoshi survived.”

“This is true.” Miwa agreed. “Up until several months ago, the turtles and Hisako were considered little more than nuisances to Shredder and his operations. It was only when my father revealed himself that Shredder began to focus his attention on them.”

“So, whomever he seeks to wage war against is a threat that has held strong for some time.” Chikara mused. “Do you think it might be the Yakuza? Perhaps a rival clan?”

“There are no more true ninjas clans in this world.” Mashimi reminded her. “We are the only one left.”

“And the Yakuza do not stray from the borders of Japan.” Hisomi added. “If they were his target, then he would have never accepted this position in New York.”

“Then who?” Chikara asked. “What force is there that Saki would need such power to destroy?”

They all thought for a moment, then Miwa looked at the council. Realization dawned and she felt a cold lump settle in her stomach.

“You...” she said quietly.

The council all turned to her in surprise. They had not considered this possibility, but upon hearing it, it was too great to ignore.

“Saki has often spoken out against us.” Juto allowed.

“And if this is to be believed, then perhaps he took this New York position so he could plot out his treachery in relative safety.” Mashimi added.

“That must be it.” Chikara replied. “And should he succeed, the entirety of the Foot would fall to him.”

“As the holder of the title Shredder, in the wake of the Council’s destruction, he would rightfully gain control of the clan and all its resources.” Kon rationalized.

“More than that, with all of the Foot at his disposal, coupled with his dubious goals, I fear that there would be little to stop Saki from gaining anything and everything he wanted.” Hisomi added.

“Nothing would stand in his way again.” Miwa whispered, recalling how many times Saki had said that in regards to his grand schemes.

Chikara slammed her fists on the table in disgust.

“And to think, we all defended Saki as the most righteous of men when he was plotting our downfall!” She exclaimed.

“We know now Chikara.” Kon told her. “Not we will make it right.”

Chikara went to reply, then something caught her eye. A banner with the foot logo emblazoned upon it fluttered slightly. The windows were all closed, and from how still the flames on the braziers were, it was clear that the air conditioning was not on.

“We are not alone.” she warned.

“What do you mean?” Mashimi asked.

Everyone fell silent, listening for even the slightest of sounds. Then, they heard the ever faint sound of a foot stepping of a loose floorboard. Kon pulled out a throwing star and chucked it in the direction of the creaking. It struck something hard, the sound of sparking metal filling the room. Then, much to everyone’s shock, a lone ninja shimmered into view out of thin air. He pulled the star out of his chest, drawing his two staffs and getting into an offensive position.

“It’s an attack!” Juto exclaimed.

The council members grabbed their swords and charged at the lone ninja before he pressed a button on his chest and disappeared again.

“Invisible ninjas?” Miwa gasped. “Oh man, Mikey’s gonna have a field day with this one.”

“Spread out.” Chikara ordered. “Find him!”

The council and Miwa did just that, all of them drawing their ever present katanas. Each one of them on guard, desperate to find their invisible assailant. All of a sudden, Juto was kicked into Kon. Juto quickly got up and leapt towards that direction, but felt nothing as he swung his sword.

“He is toying with us.” Juto noted.

That’s when both Chikara and Mashimi were forced into one another.

“No, THEY are toying with us!” Chikara corrected. “There’s multiple assailants!”

“You gotta be kidding me.” Miwa let out.

Miwa’s hood was then pulled over her eyes, then she was shoved back into a wall hard. She landed hard, and when Hisomi went to try and aid her, he was thrown back.

“Miwa, contact your family!” Hisomi ordered. “We need reinforcements!”

Miwa reached for her shell cell, but it was knocked out of her hands by one of the invisible ninjas. Miwa saw it land on the floor and bolted towards it. He felt a hand grab her wrist from behind, stopping her from moving forward. Thinking fast, she turned around and kicked high in the air, her foot colliding with something hard. Once her hand was free, she continued running over to the phone. She grabbed it and immediately dialed Leonardo.

...

Down in the lair, the remaining Hamato siblings were gathered in the living room in front of the large TV. All four turtles each had a videogame remote in their hands, racing against one another in a battle of Mario Kart. Hisako served as referee for the event, and was just enjoying her brothers’ antics as they tried to beat one another. At the moment, Raph and Mikey were neck and neck, with Leo closing in and Donny pulling the rear.

“Just give it up Raph.” Mikey told him. “You’re just gonna be schooled by the master.”

“Oh yeah?” Raph taunted. “Eat banana peel, shell-for-brains!”

Mikey panicked as his character ran over a banana peel, allowing Raph to pass.

“Oh come on!” Mikey complained. “Where’d you get a banana peel anyway?”

“Same place I got my blue shell!” Leo cheered, launching one at Raph.

“What?!” Raph exclaimed. “No way! You couldn’t have-”

That’s when the shell collided with his character’s car, allowing Leo to pass into the lead.

“How do you like them blue shells?” Leo taunted.

Before the game could escalate into anything more violent, Leo’s shell cell began to ring.

“Uh, timeout guys.” Leo insisted before answering it. “Hello?”

“Leo?” Miwa’s frantic voice came through. “Thank god. Look, you guys need to get to Saki Corporations immediately!”

“Miwa, what’s going on?” Leo asked, snapping his fingers to spur everyone into motion. “Are you okay?”

“The Council is under attack! Get over here!!”

“We’re on our way!” Leo reassured before hanging up. “Guys, Miwa and the council are in trouble.”

Raph tossed Leo his katanas as Hisako slid on her jacket.

“Let’s go then.” Hisako declared.

...

Back at Saki Corporations, the one sided battle was still going on. The council and Miwa had managed to keep on their feet, and a few lucky blows had been traded. Unfortunately, with out any way of laying eyes on their assailants, winning the battle seemed like an unlikely prospect.

“Come on guys… where are you?” Miwa quietly swore.

Hisomi was then kicked into a wall by one of the invisible ninjas. He quickly moved out of the way of what sounded like a sword stabbing the wall. He tried charging forward to stab it, but all he cut was the air. He grew more and more irritated by the direction the fight was going.

“Show yourselves, you cowards!” he shouted.

Kon stood still, waiting for his opponent to come to him. Suddenly, he heard a blade coming towards him. He quickly turned around and blocked it with his sword.

“We may not be able to see them, but we can hear them!” Kon declared.

“Now that is a plan I can work with!” Mashimi replied.

Everyone fell still, careful not to move a muscle. All of them listened about, searching for even the slightest movement. Then, Mashimi heard the faint sound of a footstep off to his left. He spun around and kicked the air, knocking one of the transparent ninjas into a wall.

“Seems your plan is working, Kon.” Juto complimented, feeling the air of an oncoming strike and bringing his sword up to block it.

“Now we have a way to combat them, but still no way to beat them.” Hisomi pointed out.

“One step at a time.” Chikara reminded, blocking a blow to her right.

About that time, the windows of the tower exploded, allowing the Hamato siblings entrance into the building.

“Did someone order some reinforcements?” Mikey questioned.

“Nice timing, guys.” Miwa commended.

The siblings all looked around confused, noting the council and Miwa just standing there with their weapons raised, but seemingly without an enemy to face.

“Did we miss the fight or something?” Raph inquired.

“Yeah,” Leo said confused. “I though you said this was-”

Just then, Leo felt something grab him by the front of his shirt, kneeing him in the gut before throwing him aside. Raph’s hood was yanked back and his feet were kicked out from under him. Donnie felt something hard strike him on the back of the head hard, and Mikey felt something strike him in the gut before getting kicked in the head, being sent flying into Hisako.

“-nevermind...” Leo groaned.

“Yeah, invisible ninjas.” Miwa informed him. “Really tough, really annoying, and really kicking our-”

Something grabbed her by her ponytail, yanking her back as she tried to swipe at it.

“I knew ninjas were supposed to be stealthy but this is ridiculous.” Mikey joked.

“But this doesn’t make any sense!” Donny declared, gripping his staff defensively. “The Foot ninja disappeared after Shredder bit the big one!”

“And the only person who could create invisible ninjas is gone too!” Raph added.

“We’ll solve the mystery after we take these guys out.” Leo told him, swinging his swords everywhere.

“Yeah, that’s going to be easier said than done.” Miwa declared.

“Your sister is correct.” Kon announced, holding off one of the ninjas with his sword. “Though we have been able to discern their location through sound, without knowing how they are going to attack, we are barely able to defend ourselves.”

“Then we need to level the playing field somehow.” Leo deduced before getting kicked in the back.

“Great,” Raph replied. “But how?”

“Hisako, perhaps your telepathic abilities can pinpoint the intent of our unseen assailants.” Chikara suggested.

“Good idea.” Hisako declared. “Someone cover me!”

“We got your back, sis.” Raph reassured as he and Donny got in position.

The two turtles held off invisible ninjas as Hisako closed her eyes, attempting to focus. Almost immediately, an ear splitting noise pierced her ears. She screamed and slammed her hands over them, falling to her knees.

“What the shell?!” she exclaimed.

“What is it?” Donny asked.

“There’s some sort of… Feedback.” she answered, slowly getting back to her feet. “I don’t know how, but someone found a way to shield these guys from my powers.”

“How’s that even possible?” Raph questioned.

“I don’t know!” she exclaimed. “I try to use my powers on these guys, and I get incapacitated.”

“I think he means how did these guys know to do that.” Leo clarified. “Much less how to do it in the first place.”

“Hamato Clan!” Hisomi shouted, being forced against the wall by his unseen assailant. “Perhaps you could wait until after we are out of danger to unravel that particular mystery.”

“Good call.” Miwa agreed.

Hisako just pulled out her tessen and got into a fight stance.

“My telepathy may be out of the question, but how about my telekinesis?” she wondered.

She threw both tessen like boomerangs, sending them flying across the room in deadly arcs. With a little direction, she sent them flying right at Mashimi, managing to strike the two ninjas trying to force him back.

“Cowabunga!” she cheered.

Raph just thrashed his sai around for any sign of the invisible ninjas. Occasionally, he would clip one or two, making sparks dance slightly. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to stop them from kicking him around, which only succeeded in pissing off the irate turtle.

Leo and Miwa were back to back, trying to fend off their attackers together.

“Why is it we always end up in situations like this?” Miwa questioned.

“Bad karma?” Leo suggested.

“I guess.” she replied. “Maybe the universe just likes giving Mikey ammunition to use against us.”

“No matter how much we beg him to stop.” Leo lamented.

“Oh for shells sake, will you two stop yapping and start fighting?!” Raph snapped.

“Sorry!” they called out in unison before resuming their fight.

Mikey tried swinging his chucks at one ninja but just hit air. Suddenly, he was picked up into the air and thrown against the wall. He rubbed his head as she straightened up, then something red and heavy fell down next to him. He looked over, his eyes widening as he realized it was a fire extinguisher.

“Guys!” he shouted. “I got an idea!”

“Should I be worried?” Miwa questioned.

“Just trust me!” Mikey insisted, grabbing the fire extinguisher and aiming it at the room. “Eat extinguisher foam, ninja fools!”

Mikey then started spraying the extinguisher foam all around the room, coating the invisible assailants. There were only pieces of them visible, but it was enough to tip the odds out of their favor.

“Nice call Mikey!” Leo commended, kicking one of the ninjas in the back.

“Mikey had a good idea?” Raph commented, honestly surprised.

“Mikey had a good idea.” Donny replied with a nod.

Raph just shrugged before leaping into the air and kicking one of the ninjas in the chest. The council wasted no time moving on the ninjas themselves. Chikara sliced at them with a fury that rivaled even Raph’s, screaming the entire way. Juto and Kon tag teamed on one, taking him out before he could even react. Mashimi struck down one with a blow that was almost too fast to see, and Hisomi took down another with a deadly arc of his blade.

“Looks like we got one more!” Leo declared.

“I got him!” Hisako announced, catching the unfortunate ninja with her telekinesis. “Don, think you can shut down their invisibility so we can get a good look at these guys?”

“Let me take a look.” Donny replied, walking over to the ninja.

Don examined what he could of the invisible ninja through the extinguisher foam, trying to figure out how they were able to cloak themselves. Finally, he noticed some kind of mechanism on his chest and pressed it, making him visible once again.

“Nice going, Don.” Leo told him.

As the council made the remaining invisible ninjas visible once more, Leo approached the one Hisako was holding, grabbing the hood and pulling it off. This revealed a normal looking man of japanese descent, who eyed the turtle with a stone-faced expression.

“Who are you?” Chikara asked. “Why have you come here?”

“I do not answer to the council that betrayed our clan.” The man replied, turning to them with a cold glare. “You will get nothing from me.”

“The only traitor to the Foot was Oroku Saki.” Juto retorted. “And he perished months ago.”

The ninja just seemed to laugh, shaking in Hisako’s grip. This put everyone on edge as the ninja looked at them all.

“Fools...” he swore, cocking his head back before seemingly dislodging one of his teeth. “All of you.”

He bit down on the dislodged tooth as realization dawned on Donny.

“Cyanide pill!” he shrieked.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The poison had done its work, and the ninja was dead. Hisako laid him down on the ground gently.

“Is… is he…” Mikey hesitated to ask.

Hisako just nodded her head slowly. The council quickly turned to the other ninjas, removing their hoods as well. The foam around their mouths made it clear that they had followed in their comrade’s example.

“I do now know whether to commend their loyalty, or be horrified by how far they were willing to go.” Kon remarked.

“Either way, we must find where they received this technology.” Juto decided.

“Agreed.” Leo told Juto. “Don, we’re taking one of these suits back down to the lair. If anyone can figure out where this thing came from, it’s you.”

“You got it, Leo.” Donny declared.

“In the meantime, it might be a good idea for you guys to find somewhere new to set up shop.” Miwa suggested. “Whomever’s behind this might try again.”

“Agreed.” Kon concurred. “The council will find a new headquarters.”

“You should remain with your siblings.” Hisomi suggested. “I have a feeling your skills and expertise will be needed once the mastermind behind this assault is located.”

“As you wish.” Miwa replied, bowing respectfully.

With that, Miwa turned back to her siblings and they all started heading back to the lair.

…

Dr. Chaplain looked at the screen of his computer in confusion and worry. On the screen was a display of all the vital signs of the Foot Tech Ninjas, but they were all currently flashing red.

“No, no, no, no, no!” the young doctor exclaimed. “This isn’t possible!”

“Chaplain, what went wrong?!” Saki demanded.

“All of the soldiers, their stealth tech was deactivated.” he explained. “And now their life readings have gone negative! They must have either been struck down, or taken the cyanide pills.”

“You promised these warriors would destroy the council.” Saki told him. “How could they be beaten?!”

“I-I don’t know.” Chaplin admitted before he remembered something. “Wait! The cameras!”

“The what now?” Hun questioned.

“I took a page out of Dr. Stockman’s book and installed cameras into the visors of the masks.” Chaplain supplied, typing away at his computer. “Hopefully, I can recover the footage and… Bingo!”

The footage showed up on screen revealing the turtles and Hisako arriving at the fight. The footage showed the fight, then finally, nothing but a cloud of white foam.

“Ingenius.” Chaplain commended. “The turtles counteracted the stealth tech through the use of the extinguisher. I didn’t even think to include that into my calculations. On the plus side, the feedback loop seemed to have done the trick in incapacitating Project Oracle.”

“Except now those freaks are going to be onto us.” Hun pointed out. “That purple one could be tracking us down using your own tech. They’ll find us now thanks to you!”

Just then, a thought popped up in Saki’s mind, and a villainous grin came across his face.

“Then let them come.” He replied. “If they are foolish enough to try.”

Hun turned to him in confusion.

“But Master, if they discover what we’re working on here-”

“They will not live to tell about it.” Saki promised. “I have been idle for far too long. It is time that I step out of the shadows and remind my old friend exactly what I am capable of!”

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thenerdytomboynewb96 · 6 years

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Samantha Allan Park Ch. #42

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC's. Any references to “TMNT Out of the Shadows” DO NOT BELONG TO ME. Only my additions that I came up with myself belong to me. Anything from the films or other series ARE NOT MINE, only my OC’s and my ideas that I have added onto the story FOR FUN. Thank you.

Chapter #42

The next day, Monday June 8th, 2015 around 12p.m. in the lair

After everything the group had endured the day before, the turtles and their human allies had actually gone to bed at a relatively normal time, which was odd compared to what they were used to.

Everyone except for Sam and Mikey had woken up somewhere around 8 to 9a.m. and after a lengthy debate on how the situation should be handled, it was decided that it was too risky for the turtles to go above ground and try to retrieve the three pieces of the portal from Shredder until later that night when the sun began to set once again. They knew ignoring Shredder during the day was risky and would provide him with plenty of time to further whatever it was that he was scheming, but it would be just as risky if they couldn’t hide themselves in the daylight, and it was especially worse with the cops still looking for them. Knowing this, each of them decided to lay low and find ways to calm their minds until they could finally continue the battle later that night.

Once Jay had finally called his fiancé and updated her about where he had been and what had happened to Sam and the turtles, she insisted that he take a break from the wedding planning and that certain things she would handle with her female family and friends in order for him to be able to better watch out for Sam, and also because she knew her soon to be husband was probably very on edge based on everything she had just heard. After being given this time to relax, Jay turned to Raph as a workout buddy. He still made sure to get plenty of exercise and kept his body trained and in shape in case he would need to fight for whatever reason, but he had not had a workout anywhere near as strenuous as when he worked for the Foot. Raph, being the workout-aholic he was, was thrilled to work with Jay and test his limits as the two trained and ‘hit the gym’ together. Throughout their time together, Splinter had joined the two and pushed them further to test their skills as they now trained under their Sensei’s watch.

Leo had scanned for a variety of calming activities for himself to complete. He had cleaned his room (which took about 10 minutes since his room was always clean), he then meditated for a while, he went to the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes from breakfast, he trained with Raph and Jay for some time, and ended by just reading whatever he could find that was new from Donnie’s room (after being granted permission to do so of course). So he now just sat on his bed, reading a new Stephen King book in the silence of his room.

Donnie had also searched for activities to keep his mind calm, but of course his activities focused on keeping his mind at work as well. He began by looking through police records to see if he could find out anything about April and Casey after they had been arrested, but not much had been reported about the two, which signaled to him that they had not revealed much, or any, information at all. After finally admitting defeat to learning about what happened to his human friends, he decided that he needed people to distract him or else all he would do is sit in front of his computer until the slightest update came through. Luckily, after asking Sam and Mikey, he joined the duo in playing some videogames. After a while, he felt the need to move around and decided he would spend some time working on the truck. He had not made any repairs to the vehicle after the group had tried to prevent Shredder from breaking out of prison, so he thought now would be a good time to do so.

Mikey and Sam had woken up around 9:45, and seeing how everything else was doing their own thing, they assumed that nothing would be done about retrieving the portal pieces until later that night. Knowing this, they hung out in the kitchen for a while where they made a variety of different flavored pancakes while also looking up trailers for upcoming movies, shows, and video games they had been anticipating to be released. After this, Donnie had asked them if they were interested in playing videogames with him (did he think they would say no?). Once Donnie left the group, the duo decided they wanted to move on to a new activity as well. With all the craziness that had been going on the past couple of days, Sam had forgotten all about a dance competition she had coming up in a few more months, so Mikey laid down some beats on the drum set in his room while Sam tried putting together a routine.

While everyone in the group was relaxing and trying to stay calm, each of them was still extremely worried about April and Casey. They hated that there was no way for them to get in contact with their friends and they hated that all they could do was keep their shell cells and turtles com’s close by and pray for the best. However, their worries grew stronger when out of nowhere the ground began to shake around 12 that afternoon.

Leo looked up as he heard the beams throughout the lair begin to vibrate. He stepped out of his room and saw dust begin to fall from the ceiling above. Donnie hadn’t heard much because he was polishing part of the truck, but once he saw the dust fall he looked up with a concerned expression as he gazed upon the shaking beams up above. Instantly he turned off the device and dashed towards his lab. Mikey displayed the same expression as he stopped his drumming and stood up from his drum set. He was curious, but also anxious about what was making these pieces of the ceiling come falling down. He turned towards Sam and without having to speak, the two knew from the other’s face alone that they needed to go find Donnie. Raph and Jay both froze as they noticed the punching bag begin to shake and swing even though they were standing nowhere near it. As soon as they saw the dust fall from the ceiling, they both rushed off to go find Donnie, hoping he could explain what was going on.

At this point, everyone had now gathered together by the collage of monitors right outside of Donnie’s lab. “What’s happening out there Donnie?” Leo asked. Donnie turned and faced the screens in awe as he stared at the huge gray cloud that was forming, swirling together as it grew larger and larger. “Oh my gosh,” he replied, taking a step closer to the monitor, “Shredder did it. The portal’s opening.” Everyone else stepped forward as their faces got closer to the screen as well as they watched the cloud get darker and larger. “Wait, what’s it doi-” Mikey began to ask before he jumped as the cloud sucked itself in and they exploded outwards. Lightning struck all throughout the inside of the cloud as gusts of wind then pushed the cloud outwards and away from a huge blue streak that had formed in the center of the gray space. “Sam” Donnie called out. “On it” she replied as she began typing away on one keyboard, while Donnie began typing on another. The two began logging into systems that would lead them to the metamaterial cameras (some of the many, many types of cameras and devices that the two had placed on the roof of Sam’s apartment building, allowing them to observe events such as this) that allowed them to scan the pieces that were now exiting the portal’s entrance and flying throughout the sky. At the same time, Donnie had just gotten a call from April. “Got it�� Jay said, quickly reaching into Donnie’s glowing side pocket and answering the phone as he walked away from the screens and into the living room in order to hear the voice on the other side. He knew there wasn’t much he could do in this situation, so he thought this was a small way that he could contribute. Right now the brother’s needed to focus on whatever it was that was entering their planet’s atmosphere. All four brother’s listened as Jay talked to April over the phone in the living room. Everyone was able to make out that April and Casey were no longer being held up thanks to Vern finding a flash drive with footage from the TCRI building of Bebop, Rocksteady, and Shredder who had all been talking about the portal and the purple ooze. However, they all tried their best to continue to listen as Jay then walked into the kitchen and began a new phone conversation with a woman who went by the name of Jade.

“Incredible” Donnie stated, “this alien war ship is coming through the portal piece by piece.” While Sam continued to scan the pieces that were appearing, Donnie then began hacking into the main data core of the ship itself. Raph and Mikey continued to watch in awe at the huge pieces that flew across the sky as their eyes fluttered from one monitor to the next. Leo had decided to give his brother and sister some space, so he slowly paced back and forth from a bit further back with his arms crossed across his chest. “The ships designate is the Technodrome, its commanding officer goes by the name of Krang.” Mikey waved his fist at the screen in front of him. “I don’t know that guy, but I hate that guy” he said in a bitter tone. He then realized he was crowding Sam, so he turned and walked back next to Leo. Sam turned around to face the group, believing there was no more information she could gather about the machine. “What happens if this ship completes construction?” Sam asked. “That’s the thing,” Donnie added severely, “this thing wouldn’t just be a ship, it would be a war machine that would end all life here. It would be the end of the world. But, there is something we can do.” All eyes were now on Donatello. “The atmosphere around the Technodrome would be toxic to anyone with a standard cardiovascular system.” “What are you saying?” Leo questioned. “What I’m saying is that the five of us, the only ones with mutagen running through our veins and changing our bodies may be the only ones who can get close enough to this machine to shut it down.” “How?” Mikey cut in with an anxious tone, and an equally anxious expression, “we’re being hunted. They think we’re monsters.” “Yeah,” Raph added grimly, “we’re gonna need the cops at our backs, not trying to lock us up.” “Unless…” Donnie trailed off as he walked past his brothers and headed towards his room on the opposite side of the lair. Without a word, the rest of his brothers began to follow. Sam however had other thoughts on her mind. She followed the guys but quickly turned towards her brother who was still on the phone in the kitchen and whispered “Jay, our assistance could be used here.” “I’ve been on it” he whispered back. Sam smiled and replied with a quick nod as she then pulled her phone out and began making some calls as well. Meanwhile, the turtles were now standing outside of Donnie’s room as he held the purple glass canister of ooze.

“One sip. We’ll stay the same on the inside, but look human on the outside.” Donnie then looked forward at Leo as he then handed him the canister. All four of them stared at the glass canister as multiple thoughts were running through each of their heads. Each of them were worried about how things could go wrong, how turning human would drastically change each of their lives, and whether these changes would lead to good or to bad consequences. Splinter then appeared behind them. He had hung back and remained silent since usually his sons could handle these situations on their own, but he could tell by their expressions that they were stuck on what their final decision should be. He smiled at his children. “Your boyhood is drawing to an end as you now grow into young men. The choice, is yours.” Leo looked over the canister and then back up at his brothers. He knew that ignoring their wishes in order to protect them only did more bad then good, so he decided to let them play a role in their own fate. At this point, Sam had entered the room and was now standing behind Splinter as she watched the turtle’s converse. Leo looked down at the canister before handing it over to Raph. “The choice is yours,” he said as he looked around at his brothers, “it’s your call.” Raph looked over at Mikey and Donnie whose stares signaled that they were giving him the final call. They knew Raph would be the most sensitive to this decision, not only from being a middle brother who saw things from the oldest and youngest perspectives, but also because he had been the most hurt from the argument he had had with Leo from the other night.

Raph looked at Leo and realized that all his older brother wanted was to protect them, so he needed to make a choice that kept them safe afterwards. He looked at Donnie and believed that the only way he could truly share his intellect with the world would be by introducing himself and displaying what he had learned as himself and not as an average human being. He looked at Mikey and believed that the only way his youngest brother would be able to comfortably socialize with others was if he was truly himself the entire time and didn’t have to worry of the consequences of his true self being revealed. He then looked over at Sam and realized that the number of humans they had personal contact and trust with had continued growing ever since they met her and April within the past year and that they never needed the entire world, but rather these close personal ties to support them all along. After thinking over all of this, Raph then turned and launched the canister towards the wall in the living room. Donnie’s mouth dropped slightly due to shock from his brother’s choice. Leo’s eyes went wide for the exact same reason. Mikey was frozen solid, not exactly sure what to think. Raph sensed all of this and explained his reasoning. “The only way to truly gain the cops trust is to get them to trust us for who we really are, and not by having them trust whoever we’d be pretending to be with that ooze. Let’s prove to them that we’re not monsters and that the real us is someone they want to work with” he said with confidence. Leonardo just stood there and smiled, proud of the maturity in his brothers decision. Donnie liked the idea of having future scientists want to work with him because of who he was and not just because he was like everyone else, and he nodded his head as he fist bumped his second oldest brother. Mikey let out a small laugh, enjoying the thought of proving themselves and no longer being viewed as monsters. “You guys better get in here if you wanna know how I can help with that” Jay called from the kitchen. The four turtles followed behind their father as they all made their way into the other room in order to hear what their human friend had to say.

Sam on the other hand was frozen solid as she continued to stare in shock at the purple streak running down the far wall. Of course she agreed with everything that Raph had said and she wanted people to love and respect the turtles the same way she had, but at the same time she knew that not everyone in the world would act this way. Heck, there were people who didn’t know what the word ‘respect’ even meant when interacting with other citizens in New York, so of course not everyone would be kind towards the turtles, and this meant that without that mutagen there was still so much that she would never get to do with her green companions.

She would never be able to introduce them to more basic things such as gyms with endless amounts of equipment, or hiking trails that would be a breeze to them yet still so beautiful from the surrounding natural setting. She would never be able to take them to amusement parks or water parks during the summer and hold his hand if the rides made her dizzy. She would never be able to walk with them along the boardwalks or beaches and kick his ass at skeeball or trick him and then dunk him underwater. There would be no competitions to see who in the group could get the highest scores or who would win beach volleyball or beach soccer, or beach anything for that matter. All winter activities were now thrown out the door. She would never be able to participate in snow ball fights, building snowmen, racing on sleds, or even ice skating where she could hold onto him if she fell. She would never be able to go to actual soccer games and cheer along with them and she would never get to go dancing with him outside the lair. She would never get to travel with them and teach them about South Korea while they then taught her about Japan. She would never get to tease and scare the hell out of them at haunted houses while then holding onto him when she actually felt scared herself. ‘Wait’ she thought as she paused for a moment, ‘he?’ “Sam?” Donnie called as he walked back up to where Sam was standing. “You okay?” ‘He?!’ Sam thought to herself as a blush came across her cheeks. What was she thinking? She had been thinking about things she wanted to do with all he brothers, so how had she kept thinking about stuff with just him? What the hell had just happened?! She then felt a hand on her forehead and practically jumped away from the sudden touch. Donnie slowly retracted his hand, but his face displayed how concerned he was. “Tell me what’s on your mind right now” he demanded, assuming this was based on the Krang and the portal, not realizing it was something completely different. Sam realized how fast she was breathing and realized she needed to calm down. How could she have thought about her friend, about her brother like that?! And she knew for a fact that that particular brother definitely did not feel that same way about her. Had she just thought of all that in the moment? She had never felt those ways before, at least she couldn’t recall any previous times where she had. She then looked up at Donnie and lied as best as she possibly could, knowing that if she didn’t say something soon then he was going to start freaking out more than she was now. Calmly and in a concerned voice she stated “I just hope the cops will end up seeing you guys the same way I do.” Donnie cooled down himself and smiled as he walked closer to her as he placed both his hands on her shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. We’re a team, somehow we’re going to figure this out. Now come on,” he said as he gently pat his friends shoulders and then started heading in the other direction towards the kitchen, “it sounds like your brother knows a way he can help us” he said with a smile. Sam smiled back at the purple bearing turtle as the two headed towards the kitchen.

Ughhhhhh once again another shorter chapter -- I’m so sorry. I know my promises probably mean nothing at this point. Of course today was FINALLY the last day of my summer classes…..and I got sick 2 days ago -- like total sore throat, can barely talk, and any talking I do leads to major headaches. Because of that, instead of adding to this chapter, I’m going to upload it as it is. I’d rather give you guys something after a decent wait rather than continue to make you wait longer. Hopefully I’ll be uploading the next chapter relatively soon.

Also, DID YOU ALL HEAR THAT WE’RE GETTING A NEW MOVIE?!?!?!?!? I personally will be a bit upset if it’s a reboot rather than a sequel, and I will be very upset if it’s an all new turtle cast. Like I thought the past four actors nailed their roles and did a fantastic job portraying who the turtles were in both films regardless of the script (even though overall I thought both films were well done in all categories, although there is much I would have changed in the first film). However, I’m excited regardless of what’s to come because I am always thrilled to get a new series with my boys in it.

And has there been a release date for the new cartoon series? Because I want to be prepared for that as well and yet I feel like I never hear about a release date. As you can see I’m extremely impatient hehe.

Final comment/question: which of the turtles do you think Sam was thinking about at the end of the chapter? ;) hehehe

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Inauguration of a Nightmare -- building the avalanche

JANUARY 20, 2017– the resistance begins

Sirens randomly wailed as emergency vehicles screamed towards grim scenarios. For any city native it’s a common sound, though one is tempted to call it foreshadowing. A palpable dread pollutes the dreamlike atmosphere of this fog shrouded metropolis. Any other night it might feel like the start of adventure and perhaps it still does, though one can’t help feeling what lies ahead is too dark to enjoy. Yet, it’s the perfect time for Chicago to feel ethereal. The last few months have certainly felt unreal.

In that time America elected a new president. By many standards the man is barely human. A mass of congealed hate and rotted dumpster meat wrapped in ruby cheeked Peking duck skin, cloaked in a miasmic aura of narcissism, dishonesty, and the kind of childishness one hopes never to see in a world leader; there are many facets to this wicked pig. Like a matryoshka doll many entities exist within his soul: the Twitter crazed tantrum throwing teenager, world’s most successful conman, the unstoppable pussy grabbing hand rapist, demagogue extraordinaire, and gold plated plutocrat. His obvious flaws caused Olympic grade mental gymnastic in many of his followers, while he fought hard to ultimately lose the popular vote, yet still become president.

So on the night of his inauguration thousands gathered in Chicago. In Washington protesters assembled for the event itself, but they got off on the wrong foot. Violence erupted, and though brief, it tainted the message. The goal of these protests is not to spill blood, or burn the world, it’s to avoid silence. Activists want to show where they stand: against what is coming. This is especially necessary now given Trump’s pathological lying, and routine desire to rewrite history for his benefit. Even after winning the election he found it so implausible that he lost the popular vote he began alleging voter fraud. Not only does he operate under the delusion the country loves him he thinks reality is open to revision, particularly if it doesn’t match the fantasy in his head. That’s why people are gathering in order to leave a mark which cannot be denied.

Walking there, distracted by bleak visions of tomorrow – Vlad and Donnie raping Lady Liberty while dead eyed Stepford wife Melania watches, waiting to be told what to think, and press secretary Spicer prepares alternative facts to explain the grotesquery favorably – I wandered down the wrong street. Instead of joining at the designated assembly point, Wabash and Wacker, I strolled down an empty avenue cordoned off by a smattering of cops. However, police made no move to stop a solitary oddity drifting with the trickle of 9-to-Fivers. I blended in, and got a chance to observe the cops in waiting.

Chicago police have a long history with protests, not all of it good, but in that time they’ve learned a thing or two. Instead of trying to herd the rally they simply fortified the only target of assault. The odds of anyone getting within spitting distance seemed improbable, and because I beat them by chance I will eternally regret not taking the opportunity to hork a wad of phlegm at the building. An officer moved a barricade aside to let me out of the area, complimenting my sideburns as I passed. It made me wonder about their feelings. Some may not have voted for him, but are now ordered to protect his property like dutiful centurions. One can only hope that given a crisis of conscious, a moment that requires humanity not slave devotion to orders, they’ll do the right thing. But for now they simply want the night to pass peacefully. They aren’t alone.

Demonstrators assembled loosely, crowding into a tighter collective by Kupcinet Bridge. There to shout across the river at the name TRUMP glowing in blue tinted lights. Among the masses a throng of musicians calling themselves Sousaphones Against Hate provided an odd soundtrack to the evening’s events. One doesn’t think of sousaphones when picturing a protest, but they added a flavor to the affair more clichéd choices would not. There’s something about a brass band playing “The Imperial March” – it put a smile on the face of a man dressed as a nuclear missile, his costume chillingly implicative, but given the music one could only grin as well.

Homemade signs declared the litany of grievances against President Trump from his failures as a human being and business person to his grotesque, undesirable political agenda. It’s unnerving to watch a young woman hold up a sign in hopes of reminding the world she’s deserves decent treatment because she doesn’t expect it in Trump’s America. After all, she isn’t the right color, or on the right side, literally and figuratively, though it is heartening to witness so many gathered to stand with her.

Amidst the activists at least two different publications vied for attention. Handed for free to any who wanted them, one extolled the virtues of socialism, the other communism, while both asserted this presidency is the fault of capitalism. Some took the papers gladly, though a few accepted them with a roll of the eyes destining them for the trash can unread. Wandering the crowd I picked up discussions as protesters tried to comprehend how this reality came into being. Everyone seemed to subscribe to their own theories which tended to lean toward their personal cause. African Americans asserted racism as a primary factor in Trump’s win, while many women blamed sexism, but it’s important to note no one dismissed anyone else’s idea… except for one young man jabbering a slew of Orwellian weed tangled gibberish. Many politely ignored him. The point being that under a microscope everyone there clearly believed in a different cause, specific to their personal lives, yet those factors go somewhat to the wayside as activists assembled to resist the new president.

A problem with contemporary protests is that everyone wants to come together as one but be heard individually. Of one goal, demonstrators expect to be heard in multiple voices, each distinguishable from the whole. This results in a garbled message. However, that didn’t happen here. Whatever a person’s reasons, everyone came to protest Trump. And that message came across.

That made it sad when the various local news outlets seemed reluctant to record anything. I watched camera operators fiddle with equipment, but not shoot a thing. They swapped idle chit chat waiting for, I can only assume, something unpleasant. Riots are ratings gold after all. I thought maybe they wanted to wait until the crowd reached a more sizable proportion, but honestly, the mass never reached anything critical. Though thousands may’ve come a casual glance could tell the number easily stayed below ten, possibly even five… or dare say two. Friday’s rally didn’t have an astonishing turnout, though Saturday would demonstrate perhaps many merely opted to wait to march in solidarity with the women of America.

Still, this is a new era. Reliance on old media is unnecessary. I saw several in attendance recording, live streaming, photographing and video documenting the event. The regular news may not have covered Friday’s protest in-depth, but the irregular new news, beamed out across social media, spoke volumes.

The night started. Chants kicked up then died down, not enough voices joining in. An organizer shouted into a crackling PA system that occasionally cut out, her voice vanishing before returning midsentence in a cloud of static. Volunteers passed out chant sheets, so anyone in attendance would know what to say. Glancing over one I noticed a preponderance of, “2, 4, 6, 8…” followed by rhymes like, “No more violence, no more hate.” After an hour, though, standing around felt like doing nothing, so I went into Hoyt, a nearby hotel tavern. Also I needed to piss.

Inside I found a pair of bottle blondes taking selfies, giggling over white wine without a care in the world. Most eyes glued to the Hawks game on TV. A few tourists glanced out the windows, and as if for the first time noticed the protesters choking the street. They speculated about what could be happening. It didn’t seem clear despite the “fuck Trump” signs and mass of humanity shouting anti-Trump rhetoric. Then in true tourist fashion they hurried to the windows to snap pics, capturing real world souvenirs.

Then midway through a refreshing Scotch I saw the protesters start marching. I slammed the contents of my glass, and hurried outside.

“This is it!” I thought, “The resistance has begun!”

Rushing to catch up I saw the demonstrators halt at Michigan Avenue. Anticipating the attempt police stood ready to hold the movement back. So for a time the protest seemed destined to merely pinball between two streets until a group of activists turned the flow towards the river walk.

Anxious to storm the Tower, the march poured down the concrete steps. Hurrying to lower Wacker the maneuver seemed naïve. Surely police must’ve anticipated such a move, though in fact they didn’t need to. As already mentioned, barricades stood preventing anyone from getting close enough to piss on the gutters out front. But motion feels like action, so the bulk of protesters surged onward. Signs held aloft elicited honks of support from passing motorists. Cheering, feeling rejuvenated, on the road to success, the march circled like a shark.

It was then I saw a couple pausing from the protest to take a picture. Passing by the infamous Billy Goat Tavern, a boyfriend photographed his girlfriend. She posed to have, not only the landmark, but her sign in the photo as well. The march slowly getting away from them, while they made sure to get the right shot.

Shortly afterward I heard two demonstrators talking:

“Which street do we turn down to get to Trump Tower?”

“The next one?”

This exchange taking place a block after the relevant street. I thought about directing them, but momentum seemed in favor of simply wandering the streets, shouting for attention. When an organizer cried out, “We’re going to Lakeshore Drive!” trying to corral the herd to the Chicago landmark I departed from the march. Gumming up LSD with protesters has become a predictable move in recent years. It felt like the obligatory song of a one hit wonder trying to win back fans drifting to the exit. Make no mistake, the spirit is willing, the flesh is not weak, but the movement is already fatigued.

Every day is a fresh pot of awful drunk choking back vomit. This weekend’s protests are important, but they are more indicative of what’s to come rather than anything expected to effect change. It would take god-sized optimism bordering on lunatic naivety to presume protests alone will unseat this “man.” This is only the beginning.

Now that it’s proven a call to action can assemble the masses it’s time to consider the next move. It isn’t enough to simply get people together. Protests, after all, are more symbolic than effective. Their main accomplishment is proving there is a movement, but they have to have an impact on something other than awareness of said movement.

A friend of mine put it best, and if I may paraphrase: it starts with a snowflake building to an avalanche. We now need the avalanche.

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thenerdytomboynewb96 · 7 years

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Samantha Allan Park Ch. #11

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC’s.

Chapter #11

*Later that next day/Sunday evening* Sam had finally finished adding the new rockets to her skateboard late last night and she couldn’t wait to finally test them out this evening. She and Mikey had begun their training that afternoon, (luckily she had an earlier soccer game that weekend which meant she could spend the rest of the day in the lair) and currently they were on break, though this break was also due to both friends wanting to try out the new board as well. The two were standing in the dojo as Mikey began giving instructions.

“Alright, you have to be careful in the beginning because there’s going to be a huge kick from the force from the rockets, which is going to make it really hard to maintain balance and speed. So for now, let’s just practice getting you to maintain balance in the air.”

Mikey pulled his board from off his back and placed it on the ground. “You have the device right? And you turned it on?” In order to get the rockets to work, Donnie had originally created a small device with an on and off switch that his brother could keep in his pocket. This way, if Mikey just wanted to skate around without using the rockets then he could do so. If the switch was turned on, then as soon as pressure was added to the board, the rockets would start working. Sam had studied the design of both Mikey’s skateboard and of the control device and built her model based on the design that Donnie had created years ago.

Sam pulled her control device out of her back pack and turned the rockets on. “I’m all set.” She then put the device back into her bag. “Alright, so first just practice getting your board to levitate off the ground some.” He then stood on his board, his weight activating the rockets. Slowly the board lifted him a couple feet off the ground. He then stared at Sam to signal that it was her turn to try. She placed her board on the ground and stepped onto it as she slowly started to rise off the ground as well. “There you go, nice start. You might want to stop now though.” “Ummm, how do I stop?” Sam had now passed where Mikey’s spot in the air was as she continued to slowly rise up and up. “Hop off quick.” She jumped forward and her board fell to the floor.

“Heh, guess you need to weigh more than a twig if you want to gain control” Raph said in a nasty tone from the living room. He was sitting on the couch in front of the television as he continued to fight his hardest to gain the top spot in Drive Club, just like he had been doing all day. At times he could still hear Sam and Mikey conversing in the other room, and he never missed a chance to throw some type of snide remark at Sam.

Mikey just rolled his eyes as he tried his best to ignore his brother. “Try again. You have to make sure your knees are bent a bit as the board begins to rise or else it will just keep going up, up, up. If you stand straight and tall then the board will continue to rise, but once you bend your knees some it helps to maintain what height you want to stop or continuing rising at. I’m not exactly sure how all that works and makes sense, but it’s what I’ve learned in all the years that I’ve been doing this.”

Sam got her board ready and tried again. She stood straight as she first stepped on her board, and once she got about a foot off the ground she bent her knees some. She was still a bit shaky, but she had stopped the board from rising any further. “Nice! On to step two, carefully moving forward. Once you get off the ground and reach the height that you want, you then have to slightly lean forward on your board. But be careful because-” That fast Sam had already tried leaning forward, but she had leaned a bit too far, and her board had sent her flying into the other room. Luckily she had leaped off the board before it had slammed into the far wall past the living room. Mikey sprinted into the living room while Raph laughed as he continued to play his videogames on the couch. “Sam, you alright?” he asked with concern. Of course, Sam with her typical ‘I don’t care, it’s no big deal’ type attitude replied sarcastically. “Peachy…” she groaned as her friend helped pull her up off the ground. Mikey smiled at her. “Right, I have to keep reminding myself that I don’t have to worry about you getting scared of anything or freaking out about something that’s potentially dangerous. I’m sure you’ve done worse.” “Oh trust me I have” she replied with a chuckle.

“Twigs do crack easily” Raph called out.

Mikey closed his eyes as he tried to contain his frustration. The entire time Mikey had been training with Sam, all Raph had done was mock her and throw as many complaints and insults towards her as he could. Splinter wouldn’t have let him get away with this, but at the moment he was meditating elsewhere throughout the sewers. There were a few different places underground he would venture off to where it was much quieter than it was at home. At least the other brothers just went and kept to themselves, but Raph purposefully made his presence known, and for the worst reason. Mikey knew that Raph was still upset about everything that had happened the day previous, both about the videogame situation and Mikey’s lies, and also that Sam had provided more of a fight than Raph would like to admit. So, as his revenge, he was verbally disrespecting the girl. As much as Mikey wanted to continue working with Sam on how to maintain control of her board, he could see that certain wires needed to be fixed after the two hard hits that the board had just received, so he decided that maybe it was time to head back to the dojo for more training.

“Come one Sam, let’s get back to work. Next break we can go back and fix your board.” She picked up her board and saluted him. “Yes sir!” Mikey smiled as he lead the way back to the other room. He was delighted to see that his rude older brothers words hadn’t seem to affect the girl at all as she walked with a ‘pep in her step.’

As the two walked across the room and through the large circular opening that lead into the dojo, Sam glimpsed over all the weapons that lined the walls of the opening. She was shocked at how many weapons these guys owned and wondered where they had found them all. As these thoughts swirled around in her head, she stopped and stared at one weapon in particular that caught her eye. Most weapons that were used in pairs were lined along the wall with their other half, but down towards the bottom center of the left wall was a lone sai. In the center of the left wall there were pairs of sai’s starting at the top and leading all the way down to the bottom. The largest pair was at the top and as the pairs went down they slowly got smaller and smaller, the smallest being the one sai at the very bottom. It seemed a bit dusty since it probably hadn’t been used in a long while based on its size. The handle was a bright red color and had a black engraving of the letters “C.A.P.” going from the top to the bottom of the handle.

Mikey turned around once he realized that he had lost the girls attention. “Sam?” “Is that Raph’s?” she asked softly as she pointed to the lone sai. Of course Raph was already walking over to where they were standing once he heard his name. “Is what Raphs?” he snarled. He looked at what Sam was pointing at and replied with a mix of annoyance and confusion in his voice. “Yeah, obviously it’s mine. Who’s askin-” “How long have you had it?” Her face was filled with worry and concern, but Raph didn’t care. “I don’t know.” “Why haven’t you been taking care of it?” “What?” “Why is it dusty and the blade dull?” “Because it is.” “Where’d you find it?” “On the ground.” “How’d you get it?” “None of your business!”

As the two argued, Mikey noticed that Sam’s hands were lightly shaking. “Sam, you okay?” “No she’s not! Her family obviously didn’t teach her about respecting people’s privacy!” “Dude can’t you just answer some of the questions?!”

Sam clenched her fists together after the comment Raph made about her family, but she took a deep breath and was able to maintain control of herself.

“I’m fine, and he’s right.” Raph and Mikey both turned towards her with slightly shocked expressions. Did she just agree with Raph, and at a time when he could hear her? Raph was used to her replying sarcastically or by using a joke to mock him, but she actually listened and agreed with him.

“He was nice enough to admit that it was his, so he answered one of my questions. I’ll just leave it at that.” She forced a fake smile and turned towards Mikey. “Come on, let’s get back to training.” He replied with a gentle smile. “Yeah, let’s go. Oh I made a list of all the cool moves I’m going to eventually teach you!”

The two then walked into the dojo. Sam could feel Raph’s eyes glaring at her as she walked away from where they had all been standing. Eventually he went back to playing his videogames, and Sam couldn’t have been more relieved. Seeing that sai really messed with her head. She hadn’t seen that in so long and she so badly wanted to tell Mikey that she just wanted to go home. It had been a long time since she had looked back on the memories of when that sai was in her life, and seeing it so suddenly and without any type of warning was flooding her memory with flashbacks that she wasn’t prepared to see. On top of that, Raph being a dick about it AND throwing an insult towards her family just brought on even worse feelings of anger. But luckily Raph had dropped things and went back to playing videogames, and moreover she had her new best friend. Thank goodness he was just being his dorky self that knew how to make her laugh and feel comfortable to bring her back to her senses. He didn’t realize it, but him being him was literally saving her right now. She was afraid to think what could have happened if Mikey hadn’t been in the room while the argument had gone down, but for now she was going to continue to have as many positive thoughts as possible. She had already cast everyone else out (since they had all ditched and ignored her in the first place) because of her past, and she didn’t want it to tear her best friend away either.

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*Friday evening/ school ends*

The bell rung and soon the entire school building was filled with noise as students were packing up their belongings and shoving their chairs under their desks so that they could run and catch up to talk with their friends. It was yet again another Friday night and everybody was excited for the plans they had in store. Sam listened to all the commotion as she leaned up against her locker in the hallway. She was currently using her spare phone to map and track locations that were usually hot spots for criminals since her and Mikey had some fun plans in store for that night. She was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t notice the five guys that walked over to her until she head the *slam!* of a lacrosse stick against the locker in front of her, the stick passing right by the front of her face. “Dang, you didn’t even flinch! How do you do that?” Sam smiled as she looked up at Kyle, the most energetic of the five boys.

The Asian males in front of her were all members of her soccer team that she was a part of outside of school. Kris, Key, Kyle, Kevin, and Ken had known Sam for years and were some of the few people who actually talked to her in school. The only time they ever talked to her was when she was the only one in the hallway or if they got paired up in class, that and of course they talked to her at games and practices, but that’s where the conversations would end. Them being on the same soccer team was the main reason they talked to her in general, but they were also some of the handful of people her age she had known since she was a kid. Each of them had siblings who had been friends with Jamie, Amber, Brian, and some now still friends with Jay, and then eventually also befriended the rest of her Caucasian family members.

Key walked over and threw his arm around Kyle’s shoulder. “Gee, you treat girls like that and you wonder why you’re still single” he said mockingly. “So Sam, you coming to the final game today? You’ll be surrounded by mostly Asian people” he said with a smirk. Jokingly, Sam put her hand over her heart. “Oh goodness, you know that’s my dream come true, how could I ever resist?” Key rolled his eyes and smiled before going back to messing with Kyle. “What’s that?” Kevin asked. He participated in many of the same academic clubs as Sam and was interested in the gadget she was using. “Just an old phone I re-wired and sometimes use for simple things like GPS.” “You going somewhere?” “Just looking for some places to hangout tonight.” He gave her a confused look. “I thought you were coming to the game.” “I am, but Jay is heading out with his group afterwards and I’d rather not be the awkward…whatever wheel I’ll be since everyone in their group is dating someone now.” “Oh, so you’re going out afterwards” he said as he raised his eyebrows in shock. “Yeahhhh…” she said with a funny expression as she wondered where the boy was heading with these questions. “You’re going out with someone” Ken smirked. “I am. With me, myself and I. The best trio you’ll ever meet.” “You’re behavior says otherwise madam” Ken replied. “Ex-squeeze me?” “You didn’t even notice us walk up behind you, and you ALWAYS deflect any move I make. And it’s not easy being able to deflect THESE!” he shouted as he showed off his muscles. “Better confess now before I tell the future brother in law” Kris smirked. Kris was the younger brothers to Jay’s girlfriend, Brenda. “…you wouldn’t…” she said with a worried expression. “Then it looks like you better confess.” “*sigh* okay I may have made a new friend recently” Sam stated timidly. “OOOOHHHH!” Key, Ken, and Kyle went crazy as they put their hands over their mouths. Kris and Kevin who were usually the somewhat calmer ones of the group even joined in on teasing her. “Wow, and big brother doesn’t know a thing! It would be such a shame for him to find out.” “Dude, Kris c’mon. I mean it’s no big deal like we just met…a few weeks ago…I think?”

Sam had been spending so much time with her new friend that she honestly had lost track of the time. How long had she and Mikey been hanging out? She knew it had been about a week now that she had been hanging out in the lair, but she couldn’t recall how long the two had been hanging out altogether.

Kris made a serious face now, leading the other three to do the same. “Spill, where’d you meet?” “Subway.” “Were you alone?” “I was traveling by myself but the area was crowded.” “How old is he?” “15.”

She then felt Key put his right arm over her shoulders and Kyle put his left arm around her waist. “So it’s a he?” they asked in unison. Sam froze as she realized what she had said. Usually she was calm and collected in situations like this, but lately she found herself slipping more and more. Was a new best friend that much of a distraction?

“…It’s a he.” “OOOHHHH!” all five boys exclaimed as they jumped up and down in the empty hallway. The five boys continued to tease Sam as they all exited the building. They each waved goodbye to each other, but Kris called out to her once the other three had walked away some. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep your secret, just be careful okay?” She smiled playfully. “Am I not always careful?” He smiled as he looked down and then back at her, his hands tightly holding onto the straps of his backpack. “You are, but…it’s just been awhile.” “What do you mean?” “You being this energetic and happy. Before you say anything” he said with his hands up in defense, “I’m not saying you’re always down in the dumps or anything, but you’ve just…been on your own for a while. I haven’t seen you this goofy since, well, before everything happened. I just don’t want you to let your guard down. I know some shitty guys and I just don’t want you hanging around anyone like them.” Sam’s smile shrunk, but still remained on her face. “Don’t worry. Just because I found someone who has the same interests as me and is easy to talk to doesn’t mean I’m going to go soft and allow them to do whatever they want to me. I still know how to kick ass and look for red flags. I got this” she said, swiping her hands over her shoulders. Kris laughed so loud he had to instantly cover his mouth. He wasn’t used to seeing her act so silly anymore and it was hilarious to see her act this way again. He reached his arm out and Sam walked forward as the two hugged. As the two let go and Kris turned to go join his friends, she said some last words of thanks to her childhood friend. “Thanks for still caring, even though I’m sure Jay asked you to check up on me.” “Honestly he did, since he knows I look after you like you’re my own sister. But I’m glad I did.” He turned to go jog after his friends. “I’ve missed you kid!” he said as he took off. “You can’t call me kid when we’re the same age!” she called out to him. She saw him turn his head back for one last smile, and then he turned a corner and was gone.

As Sam walked towards her apartment building, she began to process what Kris had told her. He missed her? She had never left, she had been here the whole time. Even during her dark days she had been here, it was everyone else who had turned on her. She was confused at what he had meant by that, that and all the comments about her being so happy and fun again. Jay had said that the last time they hung out as well. She hadn’t really noticed a change in herself until she realized what Kyle had been talking about earlier. She froze in place along the street as the thoughts processed through her head. He was right, all five of the boys had walked right up behind her and she hadn’t really paid any attention to who it was. Usually she was always on alert of her surroundings, and knowing that her being so wrapped up in her plans with Mikey for later that night had distracted her like that began to worry her. She then remembered the previous weekend when she had been fighting along-side her new best friend and made note of her composure then, and as she thought of other moments like this she began to calm down and started to walk again. “Okay, I haven’t forgotten all I’ve been taught, I just need to be more aware. I can still be happy and excited, I just can’t let my emotions get in the way. I still have to be very cautious of my surroundings and I also need to find ways to prepare myself for sudden situations that require quick thinking. I definitely need a refresher on that.”

The rest of the way home Sam couldn’t keep herself from smiling. As she continued to process what the boys had told her, she was now really beginning to notice the effects of her friendship with Mikey. She had been distracted because of her plans for later that night, which was a first for her because until what she assumed had been a matter of weeks ago, she never had plans. She was thrilled knowing that she would continue to have this excitement every night since her and Mikey always hung out together. He was literally the perfect friend for her, not only because they both had a lot of the same interests, but also because he seemed to egg on her inner adrenaline junkie self. Instead of reprimanding her for jumping roof tops and for sneaking into buildings, he joined her in doing so. And now he was actually turning her into even more of an adrenaline junkie by helping her train and even by helping her master her skills on her newly updated skateboard.

She realized that for the first time in a very long time that she felt feelings of safety and comfort that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Thanks to Mikey she was never alone because she was either with him or thinking about him as she looked into places to go or for things to do with him. She wasn’t even upset that the five childhood friends she had just talked to never even mentioned her coming to hang out with them until their game started, or even after it ended, because she knew that she was already heading somewhere else. She was a bit hurt that Kris still only saw her as a sister, but at the same time she had been so preoccupied lately that she hadn’t really been thinking of romantic feelings towards anyone, so it didn’t bother her as much as it had in the past.

When she got to her room she realized that she had received a message on her phone from Mikey asking if she was okay. She was supposed to head straight home after school, get what she needed for that night, and then head down to the sewers. As she updated Mikey on what had happened, that quickly she forgot all about past romances and was only focused on getting ready as quickly as she could so that she could go see her best friend.

So when I add in new characters like this, I know who I’m picturing them to look like, but I usually don’t describe their looks too much because when I read fanfics I sometimes just imagine the character how I would picture them to look. I apologize if that’s rude to admit, but sometimes as I read how characters act and things like that, an image just appears of what I would expect that character to look like. SO, if there’s anyone who ever wants to know what celebrities I picture different characters to be portrayed by then feel free to ask J

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