XVI. Emotion Control || Donnie
Donnie experiences nightmares after the Krang invasion, and deals with it in a way that may not be considered healthy.
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Donnie had never remembered his dreams before. In the strange times before the Krang, a dreamless void overtook his sleep, compressed on all sides by soothing darkness, and he remembered no dreams his brain come up with.
There wasn’t a scientific term to define it, but whatever it was, Donnie had experienced dreamless sleep for as long as he could remember. In his childhood, he’d had the usual array of nightmares and wistful dreams that then faded as he got older, and then stopped altogether. He chalked most of it up to horrible sleep hygiene. On off-days when he and his brothers weren’t goofing around, he either slept twelve hours straight or not at all, ruining his sleep schedule on a biweekly basis, and any chance to reach any meaningful stage of sleep where he dreamt.
But the Krang changed everything, made the planet spin in the opposite direction, and Donnie always realized too late that he was in a nightmare until he was sweating, gasping for air, and saw the glow-in-the-dark stars painted on his bedroom ceiling wink down at him.
His legs were tangled in bedsheets and his heart raced, and he remembered every detail of the nightmare. It was of the prison dimension. Of Leo’s broken body floating—listless, lifeless—and Donnie reached his upper body through Mikey’s portal before it closed and bisected him in half. Something that should’ve killed him, didn’t in the dream world; he could look down and see his intestines and organs floating in the gravity well, and he watched as the Krang took hold of Leo and gored out his eyes. Donnie woke up frozen in bed.
His mind seemed to find new and creative ways to make him watch his brothers suffer. Yet the dream had been tame.
At least, it was tame, compared to the one where he was in the could-have-been future where the Krang took over. Casey didn’t like to talk about the future, but Donnie overheard him talking to Leo once, telling him about how Mikey turned to ash to send him to the past. Maybe that was where the dream came from, the nightmare where he was in an apocalyptic wasteland and he watched Mikey burning alive, his limbs shrivelling up, his hands curling in a pugilistic stance in the moments before the Krang speared his body and put it on display.
Donnie turned over in bed again. The sheet twisted and strangled his legs.
He kept telling himself, the nightmare had been tame. Yes, the prison dimension one was bad, and so was the one where Mikey burnt alive. They were tame.
Tame compared to the dream where the Krang puppeted Raph around, and Leo couldn’t talk him out of fratricide. In that one, Raph tortured them each, one-by-one, and Donnie was always the last. The torture changed each time, but the last time he’d had it, he’d heard Leo’s scream in his head as Raph beat him until his brain matter splattered on the ground. Then it was Mikey’s turn, and Donnie couldn’t look away as Raph pulled out each of Mikey’s vertebrae one-by-one, and no, it shouldn’t have been possible to survive that, but in the dream world Mikey did and he screamed and screamed and screamed and he just wouldn’t die.
While Leo and Mikey’s corpses were being assimilated by the Krang, Raph would turn to Donnie, and instead of torturing him, he fed him to the Technodrome, and the empowering sensation of being a spaceship devoured him, a sensation that made him feel good just after watching his brothers’ murder. He felt metallic teeth chew his body up.
Donnie had puked the last time he’d had that nightmare. He still had an empty bucket under his bed so he could spare his floor when it inevitably came back. He should be grateful that he hadn’t had that one. Not tonight, anyway. The nightmare about the prison dimension was tame.
He turned over in bed again. He was shaking and a tight knot twisted between his shoulder blades.
Okay. No more sleep.
The lair was silent when he went to the kitchen, but Leo was up like usual. He’d always been a light sleeper and that small, easily ignored trait seemed to have amplified since the invasion over a month ago. Donnie wondered if he was having nightmares too.
Leo sat at the table, glued to his phone and drinking a milkshake. Donnie didn't know why someone would drink a milkshake in the morning. Still, Leo found a reason.
“Hey, Casey just texted from Egypt,” said Leo. “He says the pyramids are cool but everyone keeps trying to sell him tourist garbage and camel rides.”
Donnie squinted at Leo. Why the hell they let Casey take a world tour without supervision was beyond him. It seemed ill-advised. All the same, he made his usual beeline for the coffeepot.
“Climbing the pyramids is illegal, right?”
“Indeed it is,” said Donnie. “He could face up to three years in prison.”
“I’m gonna tell him to do it.”
“You want him to get arrested?”
“Psh, Casey can look after himself. I’m sure he’ll be able to escape across the border before they catch him.”
“I won’t help rescue him if he ends up in prison.”
“Spoilsport. Could you at least make some fake passports?”
“…Mayhaps.”
Leo just grinned at his phone as he tap-tap-tapped away his horrible suggestions to Casey. His toothy smile was so wide and it overtook the entire lower half of his face.
Something seized inside Donnie’s chest and it took a great amount of effort to keep it where it belonged, to not make a noise, to not show it on his face. It was an image from the prison dimension dream, one forgotten until Leo grinned.
It was of the Krang worming its appendages into Leo’s mouth and pulling his teeth out one-by-one.
Losing teeth was a common nightmare. Donnie knew it intellectually. What wasn’t normal was being able to see the frayed nerve endings on Leo’s gums, of watching his scream while the Krang mutilated his face.
Something uncontrolled and sharp stabbed into his abdomen and, not wanting to double over in agony right in front of Leo, he pressed it flat against the counter. The sensation vaulted from his abdomen to his chest. Sparks and bands of colour overlayed his vision.
Some noise—a gasp, a breath, a small cry, maybe all three—must’ve passed his lips, because the tap-tap-tap of Leo’s phone paused.
“Is the coffee too hot?” Leo asked.
Donnie hadn’t even finished making it. He tried to speak but his mouth felt swollen.
“…Donnie?”
“Oh, darn, this is decaf,” Donnie finally said with an exaggerated drawl to hide the uncontrollable shake on its way out of his body. “Well, I’ll have to throw out the whole pot.”
Donnie picked up the coffeepot and tossed it into the garbage.
“Uh…you could rinse it out?” Leo suggested.
“No, no, it’s contaminated. I’ll just make a new pot.”
“Don't make one that wants to take over the world again.”
“That was one time.”
“Mikey swears that every time he hears ‘coffee,’ his knee swells up.”
“It was a sprain, not a break, and besides, it won’t happen again. I’ll just leave out the AI chip this time.”
It was enough to leave the kitchen. All of a sudden, Donnie just wanted the coiling, comforting, dreamless darkness that disappeared the moment Casey uttered the word ‘Krang.’
Donnie was so busy keeping his breathing under control that he slammed right into Raph on his way out of the kitchen. He startled back.
“Wow, you are up early,” Raph said. “What’s the rush? Leo’s not making coffee puns again, is he?”
Donnie thought he could handle looking at Raph, but that assumption corrected himself when he saw the milky film over Raph’s right eye that made his stomach curl. It looked unseeingly into him. The torture nightmare wiggled in his brain.
“Hey, you just went two shades paler. Everything okay?”
“Affirmative, everything is hunky-dory, excuse me, I have to leave,” Donnie said.
He circled around Raph and bolted for his room, slamming the door shut before his legs folded underneath him. Donnie hit the floor harder than intended, his arms lacking the strength to cushion his fall. Were his arms even there? He couldn’t feel them. A high-pitched ringing screeched overhead. Dizziness overcame him, made the floor swim, made him feel like his room was being pushed onto its side. Then, he realized with a sharp, lancing terror that it was just him. In his head.
Agonizing anxiety blurred his senses together. Everything felt like too-much and too-little at the same time. Something was taking him out of his body. He was insane. He’d cracked. Because of a fucking nightmare. Painful breaths shivered through his chest. Suddenly, he was clawing around on the floor like an animal, and he seized the leg of the nearest table and held tight, squeezing his eyes shut so hard that he saw indistinct patches of light. Donnie tried to take deep breaths. It was impossible. His throat swelled up. He was going insane, he was losing his mind, some mystical something-or-other was ripping him apart.
Donnie couldn’t be sure if he passed out or not. Maybe he went catatonic or maybe the world stopped existing for a while, like a stuttering VHS tape. But after a long nothing, the room slowed. Slower. Then it stopped. It became still.
His hands wound tight around the table leg.
His body spread out on the floor.
Drool and tears puddled around his head.
Donnie released of the table leg, trembling, and sat up. There was a gnawing in his stomach that didn’t feel like nausea or hunger. It was a sense of being unsettled.
He’d seen his brothers have panic attacks since the Krang invasion. Heck, he’d even seen Splinter with a far-off, fearful stare once or twice. But so far, Donnie avoided such instances of uncontrolled emotion. He kept it together. Kept the sense of offness confined to his nightmares, to the comfort of his bed, behind a closed door.
A panic attack. He’d had a panic attack over a fucking nightmare, over just looking at Raph.
Shame ran powerful through him. Donnie didn’t cry—he refused to do that. When his eyes felt wet, he sucked in a breath, scrubbed at them with the back of his hand, and dug his nails into his palm until the pain distracted him enough.
Donnie crawled over to his chair. His limbs weren’t cooperating. They shook and trembled and jerked out around him. The strength it took just to climb into his seat was nonexistent. Then, he was seated and he took a few minutes to get his breathing under control.
He was fine. Everything was fine, the Krang invasion was over.
But the future still stretched before them like an endless nightmare that could go in any direction.
Donnie held his face in his hands. He wanted to make a coffeepot and forget this had happened.
There was a knock on his door. Donnie rolled over to his workstation and pulled out a hunk of metal he could pretend was the coffeepot he was trying to make, and to disguise his bloodshot eyes, he flipped down his goggles.
“Enter!” Donnie called.
Mikey sprang inside. “Donnie, you’re not gonna believe this!”
“I don’t believe it.”
“SEE?! I knew you wouldn’t!”
“I thrive on predictability. What is it that I am not believing again?”
“The Battle Nexus is having a grand reopening deal. All food and drinks, free for tonight only! We HAVE to go! I hear Big Mama has some new champions after a few of them got eaten by the Krang and I want to see them in action.”
“Natural selection at work. Alright, I am in.”
Mikey cheered and somersaulted out of the room, screaming the news at Raph and Leo.
Donnie set down the tool and lifted his goggles.
No panic attack.
No cinching sensation.
No fear.
Mikey came in and they talked and he left and there were no theatrics, no reeling on the ground, no drama.
Donnie waited a few minutes just in case. Nevertheless, nothing. His heart rate was normal and he was cognizant of his surroundings without the sensations being overwhelming. He looked at his steady hands.
He hadn’t looked at Mikey, though. He’d pretended to be wholly interested in the hunk of metal in front of him. Maybe that was the key.
Eye contact was…an optional part of social interaction, right?
-
Donnie had a lot of hang-ups. Eye contact was never one of them.
When they were kids, he got chastised for staring too much, for long, analytical stares that made five-year-old Leo throw things at him when he didn’t blink. Donnie learned over time to break eye contact once in a while, but this? This was overdoing it.
Fortunately, spectating at the Battle Nexus gave plenty of reason to not look at his brothers, stalling the inevitable conversation plowing towards him at an unstoppable speed. They were too busy watching the two yōkai beating each other into a pulp in the arena: a bear and a chameleon with camouflage abilities. Ever since the Krang invasion, their usual rogue’s gallery of villains was quiet: recovering or rebuilding or wrapped up in their own nonsense to cause a stir. So far all was quiet, and he and his brothers were buried under piles of snacks and no one had tried to shoot, stab, or squish them yet.
No one had his new no-eye-contact policy yet. He intended to keep it that way for as long as possible, and yet it wasn’t a viable option in the long run. What about family dinners? What about info dumping? This was his family for crying out loud.
Donnie didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to worry about eye contact or nightmares or the Krang. He smashed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“Where did Big Mama find these losers?” Leo asked. The bear had been trying to get a hold of the chameleon, however the chameleon slipped away each time. “FINISH HIM! Don’t just play with your food!”
“I’m kinda rooting for chameleon guy to be honest,” said Raph.
“He can’t hide forever. Sooner or later, the bear’s gonna get him.”
“He can just wait out the timer.”
“Chameleon can’t win if he doesn’t land a finishing blow; it’ll just end in a draw.”
“I think he’s waiting until the last minute to do some real damage,” said Mikey. “That way, he doesn’t exert all his energy and attacks early and risk getting hurt.”
“Well, he’s got three minutes,” said Donnie. “If Chameleon wants to attack, now’s the time to do it.”
“And if the bear doesn’t kill him, this audience might,” Mikey pointed out.
Mikey was far from wrong. The crowd was restless with a roaring rumble that moved through them. If there wasn’t bloodshed in the Battle Nexus, they wanted no part of it.
The collective energy seemed to be shared by the organizers, because the speakers flicked on with a low screech and boomed over their heads.
“On request of Big Mama, release the hounds!” The voice screamed.
The audience went wild. The bear whipped around, confused. Then, a gate opened and the arena erupted in action.
Neither the bear nor the chameleon stood a chance against the fifteen-foot long mutated hounds that rampaged into the arena. The hounds locked onto the place where the chameleon was hiding, then sank their teeth into his spine, destroying his camouflage as he howled in agony. The bear threw off two before a pack descended on him, and Donnie’s vision faded out.
There was another nightmare he had, not as often as the others, but often enough. Dreams about the humans the Krang assimilated and turned into horrible four-legged monsters that swarmed through the New York streets. In the dream, he and his brothers were fighting them until they caught up. Horrible pain radiated through Donnie’s limbs as they contorted and elongated, and when he looked down, he’d become one of the monsters. His body moved of its own accord, his bones shattered underneath, and it was an existence of agony as walked on his own broken limbs—
Okay. Stay calm. Donnie looked away from the stadium and passed his popcorn to Leo.
“Where you going?” Leo asked.
“Bathroom,” he said.
“You’re gonna miss the best part!”
“Well, I drank like five sodas.”
“Okay, but I’m not telling you how it ends.”
Donnie didn’t need to know. The screams of the bear and the chameleon echoed loud over the crowd’s cheer.
Donnie left, trying to control his movements. Everything seemed very distant and he ran into a couple of yōkai in his hurry to make himself scarce. The public washroom was a dank and filthy place, but honestly no less horrible than the washroom at home, and Donnie hid himself in a stall.
Donnie had to hold his hands over his mouth to stop himself from making any sort of noise. Sickening dread punched into his gut. He plunged into the vacuum of space. All air sucked out of the room. No oxygen. No breathing. Leo floating dead among space debris. Mikey turning to cinders. Raph torturing them one-by-one. Repeat. Again. Never-ending. Donnie’s stomach lurched.
Pathetic, he was so pathetic. He was having a panic attack in a disgusting toilet stall. There was black mold in the tiles and someone had definitely not flushed before he came in there, and he should recoil, and he didn’t want to think about the last time someone had cleaned, but he couldn’t care, didn’t care. The rancid smell of the bathroom hit him, and he gagged.
Donnie took a steadying breath. He shouldn’t have had that strong a reaction to the arena; he’d seen worse at the Battle Nexus, they all had. Fear gutted him. It never occurred to him that anything, at any time, under any circumstance, could trigger the next panic attack, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He couldn’t go on like this. He wouldn’t be able to go back into the Battle Nexus and sit next to Leo without him sensing something was up, no way was he going to talk his feelings out. No way his life would be normal again.
Raph always said he had his best ideas while sitting on the toilet, which was horrible knowledge to have on so many levels, but maybe there was something to the bathroom that stimulated the mind. He just had to stay clam and think.
“Kevin, what the HELL are you doing?!” a voice screamed through the bathroom.
“I’m SORRY!” The yōkai in the next stall over—Kevin—answered. “It’s not my fault! I need, like, ten more minutes.”
“We’re missing all the carnage! I told you to lay off the Mystic Munchies!”
“They made them too good. I absolve myself of all responsibility.”
“God DAMMIT, Kevin! If you’re so determined to eat that crap, why don’t you ask the witches in Witch Town for a spell to avoid this?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because spells fix everything, you idiot.”
Spells fix everything.
Spells fix everything.
Donnie disliked mysticism, even if he incorporated it into his tech these days. Even then, most of his mystic abilities would be nothing without his tech knowledge.
But he was desperate, and the mind was a fallible, imperfect organ with complicated pathways. Sure, he could develop the technology to suppress…whatever was going on with him, but it would take months of development, and he didn’t know if he would last that long. Mysticism offered an immediate solution to an immediate problem.
Donnie burst out of the stall. “EUREKA!”
He bolted past Kevin’s companion waiting in the doorway, who looked at him flabbergasted.
“Hey, kid, you forgot to flush the toilet!” Kevin’s companion called. “Ah, man, that’s disgusting! Teenagers! Why is it always teenagers?!”
Donnie didn’t stick around to look at the literal bomb they blamed him for. After all, there was probably a spell to fix that too.
-
Even though he and April were banned from Witch Town and there were wanted posters baring their faces on the entrance gates, Donnie was wearing his preferred hoodie, and he was also a ninja. In the wake of the Krang invasion, the Hidden City had taken a lot of damage. The Krang had shown a particular interest in the yōkai culture underneath New York, burrowing their abominations deep into the earth to reach it and cause as much destruction as possible before he and his brothers stopped them.
When he passed into Witch Town, not only did no one bother him, but they were too busy to question his identity. The witches were reconstructing the damaged neighbourhood, and one very banned, lone turtle wasn’t enough to even get them to raise their heads.
He found Gentry working on an earthworm garden in the community garden, ignoring him as he sidled up to where she was. He waited a moment. Then, she seemed to sense she was being watched and her head lifted.
“Oh, Gentry, lovely to see you again, of course you may help me with something,” said Donnie. “Always happy to let mystics have the great honour of working for the finest mind of this generation. You’re not unionized, are you?”
“What?” Gentry frowned. “Oh, it’s—wait, aren’t you banned?”
“Rumours of my banishment are highly exaggerated. More importantly, since you’re so insistent, there is something you can do for me.”
“Um, what are you—”
“I’m gathering some preliminary data for a study I’m conducting that involves mysticism, specifically how horrible it is compared to modern science—”
“Aare you on this again—”
“—and to complete this study, I’m going to need to collect some information on some mystical spelly thingys. You do know what spells are, yes?”
“What are you doing? You’re gonna get me in trouble if I’m seen with you! The Mayor made me scrub potion bottles for weeks after you and April were last here.”
“A tragic misunderstanding, but that’s all under the rug. I just need to ask some basic questions and I can be on my way.”
“Why do you care about mysticism? You didn’t before.”
“And I continue to not care. As I said, I’m conducting a study.”
“If I answer your questions, will you go away?”
“Depends on how satisfied I am with your responses.”
“Oh my God, fine! Just ask.”
“Good, good, so tell me, do you have any mystic spells that influence dreams and sleep quality?”
“Um, yeah, there’s a lot of demand for sleeping spells and potions, especially since those aliens came around. It’s not my area of expertise though.”
“Yes, I remember, you were into…worms.”
“I wasn’t just into worms, that was for the—forget it, you won’t listen, anyway. Sleeping spells are kind of finicky. Perform them wrong and they can have some pretty gnarly side effects, so we leave them to the professionals.”
“…So you’re admitting you’re incompetent?”
“I’m this close to turning you into a toad.”
“Is that a literal threat or a metaphorical one?”
“Use your imagination.”
“Very well, moving on. So if I was to tell you I required the use of a spell like that, would you direct me to a ‘professional?’”
Gentry paused, holding a handful of dirt and wiggling worms, her left ear twitching. She looked over her shoulder and grinned.
“…What?”
“You want the help of a witch, don’t you?” she asked.
“I do not! I am conducting a study.”
“What, are sleeping pills not enough for you so you gotta resort to the inferior version? Oh, man, I’m gonna have to text April about this. Mr Tech-Is-Better has come crawling to Witch Town for help—”
Gentry’s phone appeared and Donnie panic-slapped it out of her hand.
“Do NOT tell April about this!” he demanded.
“Why?” Gentry laughed. “Afraid she’ll rub it in your face?”
“You haven’t known April for as long as I have. If she finds out, she’ll lord it over me for the rest of my natural existence. I insist you keep this between us.”
“Just don’t touch my phone again.” Gentry picked it off the ground. The fall had cracked the screen, however with a wave of her finger, it knitted itself back together. “Look, if you want some kind of sleeping spell or something, you’re not gonna get it from the witches in this town while you’re banned.”
“Not all mystics live here.”
“True. I mean, I guess you could talk to Uzume, but I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Who’s Uzume?”
“She’s a witch who specializes in dream and sleep, but she got banned ages ago. She runs a potion shop down in the Old Quarter. I really wouldn’t talk to her if I were you; I think you should just talk to the Mayor and try to get your ban lifted if you’re determined to see a witch, or you could get one of those cheap spells from a shop outside of Witch Town. They’re not good quality, but they get the job done.”
“I’m not looking for cheap spells, one does not skimp on quality. Why was Uzume banned? Does she, too, believe in the superiority of machine over mysticism?”
“Uzume was experimenting with dream spells on folk without their explicit permission, which is kind of a big deal around here.”
“Alright. Well, that doesn’t concern me, so I suppose I’m off to see her.”
“I’m serious, Donnie. You should just talk to the Mayor about your ban.”
“Why tell me about Uzume if you wouldn’t recommend her?”
“She just came to my head! I didn’t think you were this serious about it.”
“Well, I am.”
Gentry squinted at him. “Okay, if you’re sure. Just be careful about Uzume. You’ll see what I mean when you meet her, but she’s a little eccentric.”
“Noted. Fare thee well!”
On his way out, he ‘accidentally’ slapped Gentry’s phone out of her hand a second time, sending her into a litany of swears and threats which he ran away from before she could enact any of them.
-
Finding Uzume’s shop took far longer than Donnie expected. He knew his way around the Hidden City well enough by now, but Uzume resided in dark, scarcely trodden recesses, down a set of cobblestone staircases, down a few alleys, and tucked into a corner lit by nothing more than a lamp lit by a firefly. It took hours. And by that time, Donnie’s absence hadn’t gone unnoticed and Leo bombarded with texts.
HELLO??? WHERE DID U GO??? I went to find you in the bathroom and all I found was some guy named Kevin cryin bout how good mystic munchies are! Did you go out to find some or something???
Donnie ignored him.
At least, he ignored him until Leo texted not five minutes later, DON’T LEAVE ME ON READ!!! ANSWER??? Did you ditch us for some other, more handsome brothers???? WHO AREE THEY DONNIE???!
Donnie sighed. He was standing outside Uzume’s door, working up the courage to go in, and he didn’t have time for Leo’s theatrics.
Mikey tried next. I think you’re giving Leo an anurism…
Well, he could ignore Leo. He wouldn’t ignore Mikey in good conscience. It’s spelt ‘aneurysm.’
...srsly tho where did u go??
I was bored.
So you left without telling anyone?
Exactamundo.
Where r u now?
I’m home, in my lab, doing some science.
We got home like, 15 minutes ago and u aren’t here….
Then my invisibility cloaking device finally worked!
OMG…DONNIE…YOU HAVE TO LET ME TRY IT!
I have to take it out of beta first. Now if you excuse me, I need to run some additional field tests. Do not bother looking for me, I assure you, I will reappear once I am done.
He put his phone on silent and shoved it into his hoodie. Well, now he was going to have to develop an invisibility cloak to take his brothers off his scent, but he felt proud of himself for the lie. It was easier to fib over texting than it was face-to-face.
Donnie took a few final breaths. Okay, he could do this. It was just a mystic shop; it’s not like he’d never been in one of those before.
The minute tinkle of a bell rang overhead when he stepped inside, and upon passing the threshold, the overpowering smell of lavender struck Donnie. An array of glowing potions and containers holding various ingredients cramped and bordered the shop on either side, from newt eyes to oni horns to the toenail clippings of a dragon. Donnie regarded everything with his healthy amount of suspicion: if he could just run some tests, he was sure he could disprove most of the ingredients as fake. The placebo effect had to apply for mysticism as well as science.
When he reached the counter, he wasn’t even aware of being watched, not until he turned a little and he saw what at first he thought was a gaudy figure of a bat hanging from the ceiling.
Then, the bat’s eyes moved.
Donnie swallowed his gasp. He knew there was a type of fruit bat with a wingspan that could reach up to six feet long, but when the yōkai in front of him flared out her massive, dark brown wings, they were twice that size. Her alert, beady black eyes locked onto him, ears twitching in interest. Faint markings, like ensaring vines, stretched across the leathery expanse of her wings and glowed in the dim lighting.
“You’re not a yōkai,” she said. Uzume possessed a creaking voice, like the branches of a dead tree on the verge of breaking.
Uzume curled her body forwards until they were almost nose-to-nose. He held ground.
“You’re one of those mutant turtles everyone whispers about.”
“Are you Uzume?” Donnie asked.
“I am she.”
“Good, then you’re exactly who you’re looking for. My name is Donatello and you’re going to help me.”
“My, aren’t we demanding?”
“A witch from Witch Town suggested I meet you,” said Donnie. “I need assistance with a…” How to describe it? Sleeping problems? Unresolved trauma? “…I need a spell.”
“I have many of those. Perhaps one of my potions may help you.”
Donnie looked at the many flasks lining the walls, untrusting. “I need a mystical something that can…that can stop dreaming altogether.”
“…I see. Come, come—let’s see what we’re working with.”
Uzume shuffled forward, not by landing on the ground and walking, but by vaulting from rafter to rafter with her clawed feet. There were many scratch marks crisscrossing the rafters, giving it the appearance of a spider’s web, and he couldn’t help but feel he was an insect walking right into her trap. The alternative scared him, however. The sleepless nights. The endless fear. Jumping at small noises, not looking at his brothers—that was so much worse. Donnie followed her behind the counter and through a curtain leading into a back room.
The lavender smell chased him inside. The backroom was lit with nothing brighter than a few candles, and in the centre was an antique couch and chair. Uzume gestured to the couch.
No, it was a trap. This wasn’t right. Something was off-putting and Donnie reached for his bō, and then, just as sudden, an overwhelming urge to sit flowed through him and the couch was far more inviting than he knew it should be. He sat down.
“Comfortable?” Uzume asked. Donnie blinked and he was sitting on the couch.
“Well, this place has some serious haunted house vibes, and not in a fun way, either,” said Donnie. “Why do I get the feeling that I walked right into a trap?”
“I’m simply asking if you are comfortable.”
“Yeah, this is creepy. I think I’ll leave.”
“No, please stay. I’m curious what brought you to me.”
Donnie tried to stand. He really did. But he couldn’t.
Uzume pushed forward some tea on a plate. Donnie opened his mouth to refuse it, but then his arm was moving and he took a sip, and it tasted wonderful. And throughout the conversation that happened, throughout it all, Donnie’s mind increasingly went foggy, and the lavender smell went from overpowering to all that there was, and his tongue loosened whenever he willed it to not move at all.
“Now, why do you want to stop dreaming?” Uzume asked.
“I didn’t say it was for me,” said Donnie.
“But it is for you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I’ve been having nightmares ever since the Krang invasion.”
“Tell me about them.”
Donnie blinked. “Wait. Wait, no, I’m not going to tell you that. I just need a spell and it’s not really any of your business what it’s for.”
“Donatello, I can tell you have a weight on your soul, something you feel you cannot tell anyone.”
Donnie’s chest felt heavy like an invisible, ancient hand was squeezing his ribcage. He swayed on the couch, eyes squeezing shut. This…wasn’t right. He needed to leave.
Then, the sudden, panicked anguish he got whenever he had a nightmare smoothed out. He looked at Uzume and felt like he could tell her anything. Her eyes were black, but they were caring, and curious.
So, he told her.
-
They talked for hours.
It must’ve been hours.
Donnie couldn’t tell. There was a cuckoo clock on the wall, and after the third chime, he lost count. The room felt isolating, and there was nothing else except him and Uzume, the bat with the kind eyes who refilled the tea every time Donnie got through a cup, and burnt more lavender incense when it burned too low.
He told her about the invasion, about how Casey came from the future, how Raph had been overtaken, about their fight against the Krang, about the nightmares that followed. How during the first week after the invasion, Leo would scream in agony every time they changed the dressings on his wounds and Mikey’s hands were scarred and he had to announce his presence whenever he approached Raph from the right side to avoid startling him. How every time he fell asleep, nightmares consumed him, and his existence was an unceasing panic attack waiting to happen and it was too much, too much, too much. Donnie told her about the wild terror he had for the future, that one day a nightmare would reality.
Uzume listened to it all, quiet and without judgment. Donnie felt inexorably calm, which he knew…wasn’t quite right? He wanted to roll on the floor in anguish at telling a whole ass stranger about the ordeal. He couldn’t talk to his brothers about this, so why was he spilling his heart out to someone he’d just met?
When he finished, Uzume stared for long enough that it was uncomfortable, but just when Donnie thought about how awkward it was, the soothing calmness overtook him again.
“You poor thing,” said Uzume. “Well, you are in luck. A dreamless sleep is easily achieved through potions…”
“Yes, that’s what I want!”
“…But it would not be a perfect solution. You would have to take a potion daily for the rest of your life and it would not help with your distress.”
Donnie blinked slow. Words passed sweetly through Uzume’s lips, past the yellow fangs protruding from both corners of her mouth.
“Perhaps we can suppress the dreams, but it would not heal the root cause of the problem. You will still experience the panic attacks and anxiety during your waking hours even if the dreams were suppressed. The nightmares are a symptom. We need to treat the disease.”
“I…yes, that’s logical. However, I feel like…” What was he feeling? “I’m experiencing a disease of the mind.”
Uzume smiled. “It is a complicated subject. However, I can help you.”
“How?”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t have to worry about emotions?”
Uzume transferred herself from the chair to by him on the couch.
“I propose we suppress them a little,” said Uzume. “Numb them, like an anesthetic for a mind.”
“Is that…Is that what you’re doing to me now?”
“Oh, you noticed that? Yes, I apologize, I tend to have that effect on people. What I’m proposing is a little more…aggressive.”
“Subjecting myself to mystic powers I don’t fully understand seems like a terrible idea. I mean, it’s one thing to self-experiment with the power of science, but mysticism?”
“Wouldn’t it better than having those dreadful nightmares again and again? And…I can promise that once we have a few sessions, the effects will be permanent. Imagine going through your life unbothered by extreme emotions. Not bothered by nightmares.”
“I’m…I’m not sure…I mean, I don’t enjoy feeling…”
“Nobody does.”
“…But I also feel as though emotions have…it has an effect, on the brain, and on relationships…”
“But you don’t enjoy it.”
Dread overpowered Donnie. A terrible dread that the next time he went to sleep, he’d see the nightmares, that in the future, the Krang would come back for revenge, that he would fall to pieces when his brothers needed his mind and his inventions the most.
He would do anything. Anything. Not to see another nightmare of his brothers getting tortured.
Not to see that nightmare become reality.
Not to worry about the bad future.
To look at his brothers when they were talking.
Donnie realized how terrified he was of not looking them in the eye again, and when he did, to only see the horrible, horrible things he imagined could happen.
He tilted his head at Uzume. “You said…you could make it permanent?”
She smiled broad, and after that, everything faded.
-
To say he felt better when he returned home a few hours later wasn’t quite the right word. All he knew was that there had been a fog clouding over the world ever since the Krang invasion, and whatever Uzume had done cleared it. Donnie felt aware, yet not overwhelmed. Before, he’d stared into a murky pond with a surface churning brown from the silt on the riverbed, and now the silt had settled and he could see fish flitting underneath the surface. Everything seemed so straightforward that he wondered why he’d kicked up a fuss before.
Donnie stumbled upon Splinter snoozing in his usual chair, the television on in front of him. How Splinter didn’t have a heart condition with all the junk food and lazing about he did was a miracle. It occurred to Donnie that it might be in the family’s best interest if Splinter stayed alive, so he gave his sleeping father a scan with his tech-gauntlet. Somehow, the only thing wrong with Splinter was slightly high blood pressure—not enough to be concerning yet, but a potential problem in the future. He wondered if he could sneak pills into his food.
“Hey, there you are!”
Donnie looked up and, of course, it was Mikey. Well, it was an apt opportunity to test the results of Uzume’s treatment. He made eye contact.
The satisfaction he felt was only a minor, dull sensation that evened out. He could look right at Mikey. The nightmares he’d been worried about seemed so silly. It wasn’t reality. Mikey was right in front of him, perfect and whole.
“How’d the testing go?” Mikey asked.
“What testing?” Donnie asked.
“The testing for the invisibility cloak.”
“Oh, I lied about that. There is no invisibility cloak, I just wanted you all to leave me alone.”
“Huh?! Donnie…you can’t do this to me. You ditched us at the Battle Nexus and now you’re telling me that the invisibility cloak isn’t real?!”
“Yes. Would you like me to write that down so you don’t forget it?”
“I am trying to sleep here,” said Splinter.
“I think you may have a better quality sleep if you sleep in bed,” Donnie suggested.
“Don’t tell me how to live my life.”
“Dad, Donnie ditched us at the Battle Nexus and lied about the existence of an invisibility cloak!” Mikey whined. “That’s two crimes in one day!”
“Neither of those are crimes,” said Donnie.
“They’re crimes against family, those are the worst!”
“Again, neither of those are prosecutable crimes.”
“Dad, do something!”
“I don’t understand why you’re complaining to Dad, since he has a record of not doing anything.”
“That’s not true!” Splinter protested. “I am training you boys, am I not?”
“Funny how that only started once world-ending circumstances appeared in our lives. You’re only a parent and a teacher when it’s convenient.”
Donnie turned and went to his lab.
“Purple, get back here so I can lecture you!” Splinter shouted.
“I’m a bit busy right now. I’ll let you know when I have time.”
Back in the familiarity of his lab, Donnie found the coffeepot he’d been working on. What a waste of his time. He dumped it in a pile to dismantle later.
A shadow darkened his door. He looked over his shoulder at Mikey.
“What was all that?” Mikey asked.
“Elaborate.”
“Why’d you rip into Dad like that?”
“I only said what we’re all thinking.”
“Dad’s really been trying lately. I thought you wanted Dad’s approval, not to tear him a new one.”
“I’m not going to waste time on something too broken to be fixed.”
Mikey’s eyes widened. He blinked twice, long and slow.
“…What’s…wrong with you?” said Mikey. “Something’s different about you.”
“That’s a rather hasty judgment to make based on one point five conversations. Do you have any evidence to back up your conclusion?”
“I can just feel it.”
“Feelings are imprecise. Try logic sometime, I think you’ll find it more exact. Are we done here? Good.”
Donnie pushed Mikey out through the doorway and out of the room, shutting the door in his face.
-
All three nightmares occurred that night, and even some that were new, each just a gruesome and horrible as the last. In a variation of torture dream, he was already the Technodrome when his brothers were captured, and instead of Raph doing the torturing, it was Donnie, slicing bit-by-bit into their bodies until there was nothing left for the Krang to puppet. In the next, he was standing on the sidelines while they scalped April in the streets, and he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—do anything about it.
He slept soundly through all of them.
When Donnie woke up, he felt rested. He’d hooked his vital signs up to his tech-gauntlet before falling asleep, and when he checked the logs, he discovered that they’d remained consistent throughout all the nightmares. It wasn’t joy he felt when he saw the results, though this was the result he’d wanted.
His emotions didn’t come in overwhelming waves anymore. He could have meals with his family and didn’t even need coffee to keep himself awake. Donnie looked at his brothers while they were talking, but didn’t waste time on Splinter, and when April texted asking him for the details about the Battle Nexus outing, he recounted all the lurid details he’d been present for. He arranged for her to sleep over without worrying about if he was going to have a breakdown while she was there or not. It was freeing: to not worry about emotional responses, and it did wonders for his focus. Donnie turned into his work without pausing for breaks, aside from making sure that the necessities of life were met. He didn’t even get distracted by video games when Leo tried to lure him out.
“You’ve been in here all day,” Leo complained. “I thought you were going to beat me at Gauntlet of Glory which, by the way, you are not.”
“Upgrading the lair’s security measures takes precedence,” said Donnie
“You can take an hour to fight me in video game form.”
“Why? You seem convinced that you would beat me, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“Are…Are you saying I’m the better player? Who are you and what have you done with Donnie?”
“I think instead of playing fictional fighting games, you might better spend your time training your actual fighting abilities.”
“If you’d left your little den at all today, you’d know that I have been training. Are we playing or not?”
“Or not.”
Leo was quiet for a long, long time. “…Mikey was right, you are acting weird.”
Donnie pushed up his goggles. “I am fine. Whatever Mikey told you was unreliable.”
“Nah, this ain’t normal. Since when do you not want to take me up on a fighting game challenge? Since when do you bother me about training?”
“I’m within functional parameters. Isn’t that satisfactory enough?”
“Donnie, I know you love technology and all, but this ain’t it. Are you replacing your brain with robot parts?”
“No. As I said, I am within functional parameters. If you don’t mind, I have a lot of work I’m behind on.”
Leo did not, however, leave. Maybe Mikey would have. And maybe Raph would have too. But not Leo. Instead, Leo slid across Donnie desk and lounged across his keyboard like a damn cat.
“Okay, Mikey might fall for that crap, but not Leon,” said Leo.
“I really do have work to do.”
“So I can keep you company while you do this allegedly important work.”
“I can’t complete it if you’re distracting me.”
“Oh, I am the distraction master.”
“Very well, if you insist on being this way, there are tasks outside of the lair I can attend to in the meantime.”
Donnie pushed up from his desk and was out the door before Leo could reply. Unfortunately, Leo chased Donnie all the way out into the common room and down one of the exit tunnels.
“Donnie—”
“What?”
“Donnie, will you stop for a moment?”
“Stop what?”
“Stop—walking away from me!”
Leo grabbed Donnie’s hand and he ripped away from his grasp.
“What is with you?” Leo demanded. “Tell me what’s going on or so help me, I’ll annoy you until I find out!”
“You’re really fixated on this.”
“Only cuz you’re making it such an alluring mystery.”
“I’m going to have an exceedingly different time getting work done. Do you realize that my work is advantageous for the whole family unit?”
“Advantageous my ass! What, are you gonna go on another terrible gift giving spree? Program another robot to favour you over your own flesh and blood? Create another coffeepot with a thirst for blood? Talk to me, Dondon. Tell me what’s going on.”
Donnie sighed. Well, he’d have to get rid of Leo. Murder was an option, but Mikey and Raph might get upset about that, so something less drastic would do for a first step. “Alright, but not here.”
Donnie led Leo back into a rear hallway, back to a closet Donnie kept leftover projects and garbage. There was a firm keypad lock installed on the door, to keep out curious brothers, although he guessed that before-Donnie would never have imagined of using it for the reason he was using it. He held the door open for Leo, who waltzed right in with smug confidence that was about to be wiped off his face.
It happened in slow motion. Leo looked behind him, and Donnie slammed the door shut and locked it.
-
Donnie was installing improved motion sensors in one of the entrance tunnels when Raph came and found him some hours later. In that time, his workload had been steady, and his focus was more refined than it had been in weeks, with Leo without of the way, he finished a good portion of the work that needed to be finished.
When Raph came though, Donnie knew why he was really there. Their new lair was much smaller than their old one, sound travelled far, and it was unusual for Leo to stay quiet for any considerable period of time—unless he was plotting something.
Donnie was hovering with his jetpack, and looking down, he could see all the tight creases and folds in Raph’s face. He’d aged in the last few months.
“Hey, Mikey asked me to ask you why you’re acting weird,” said Raph. “Also, have you seen Leo?”
“One, I’m functioning normally,” said Donnie. “Two, he was interrupting my work so I locked him in a closet.”
“Wait, what?”
“He was interrupting my work so I locked him in a—”
“Which closet?”
“My storage closet, the one with the keypad at the end of the hall.”
“Go let him out.”
“I need to finish this.”
Raph grabbed Donnie’s ankle and pulled him down. “Go let him out! NOW, Donnie!”
He was using the ‘Dad’ tone. The one that when they were kids, that made him, Leo, and Mikey jump out of their skins and do what he said, the tone that said he wasn’t messing around. Strangely, Donnie felt nothing except the faint glimmer of what would be annoyance, if it wasn’t based on cold logic first. A few minutes wouldn’t do Leo any harm, and he really needed to get the security measures done.
Raph gave him a slight nudge when he hesitated, and there was no getting out of it. He just hoped that Raph would at least talk some sense into Leo so he could work without distractions.
They reached the storage closet and Donnie opened it without preamble, stepping aside to let Raph in first. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, and listened, committing every word, every slight movement, every perceptible noise that seemed relevant. The meaningful glare Raph gave him when he passed. His older brother’s tightening fist. The huff of uneven breathing coming from within the closet.
“Hey, how long have you been in here?” Raph asked.
A pause.
“Are you alright?”
“Yup!” Leo said. His voice was strained. “Condition normal! Thanks for freeing me, Raph, I thought I was gonna become another one of Donnie’s projects.”
“What happened? Are you okay? Did…Did Donnie hurt you?”
“Do I look beat up to you? I said I’m fine. Look, it’s not a big deal—”
“Leo, we’ve talked about this—”
“Sure.”
“You said you’d give me a heads-up if you were feeling wibbly-wobbly.”
“Is that a scientific term?”
“It’s Raph-certified. What’s wrong?”
Donnie listened to Leo take a few steady breaths. “Don’t freak out, cuz this is a new development, but turns out—dark, cramped, quiet places do not spark joy anymore.”
“Crap. Do you need anything?”
“Salty junk food. I am starving. How long have I been in here? I better not have missed dinner.”
They were coming out. Donnie locked eyes with Leo when he exited, and the look Leo gave him was indescribable. He could’ve interpreted it as hurt, but it was beyond that, beyond betrayal. Leo looked like he’d been crying. Donnie was sure that the emotion-fuelled wreck he’d been just a few days ago would’ve averted his gaze, but new-Donnie held the stare, and Leo was the first to look away.
Raph came out next, and when Donnie found his eyes next, the anger present was equally intense.
“You and I,” Raph said, low and dangeorus, “are having a talk.”
“As long as we can do it while I’m working,” said Donnie. Donnie turned on his heel and walked away.
“Don’t you turn your back on me!”
Raph grabbed the back of Donnie’s Battle Shell and swung him around.
“What is WRONG with you?!” Raph demanded. “Why the hell did you do this?!”
“Leo insisted on bothering me, so I stopped him from bothering me,” said Donnie. “I was going to use tranquilizer darts if he escaped the closet.”
“Donnie, locking someone in a closet isn’t how you deal with Leo being annoying.”
“I don’t understand your reaction, considering we’ve pulled far worse pranks on one another.”
“That was before the Krang invaded. Everyone’s on edge right now.”
“Does that make a difference?”
“We almost died, so yeah, it does.”
“That statement most accurately reflects Leo’s experience. I think the rest of us were a few degrees away from death.”
“Okay, this is a fun conversation,” said Leo. “I’m gonna awkwardly back away.”
“I don’t understand why this seems out of line,” Donnie continued, ignoring Leo.
“Pranks are funny,” said Raph. “This was just mean.”
“Leo seems unharmed.”
“It’s not his body I’m worried about.”
“Hey, guys, wanna watch me walk backwards to the other end of the lair?” Leo called from the end of the tunnel.
“His mental stability is normal,” said Donnie.
“It’s NOT, Donnie!” Raph shouted. “None of us are ‘mentally stable!’”
“Alright. So?”
“…What’dya mean ‘so?’”
“You guys aren’t fine. So what?”
Raph looked flabbergasted. He blinked. Shook his head a little, as if to clear something loose inside his head. His mouth fumbled for a moment around words that didn’t come. “Donnie…you’re gonna have to say that again.”
“I said, so what?”
“So…So what?”
“Yes. I used vernacular commonly used in everyday speech. Is there something you’re not comprehending?”
“Donnie, you just totally threw aside everything going on with this family in a single sentence. I’m sorry if that’s a bit of a shock to me!” Raph massaged his forehead. “‘So what,’ he says. So, we’re your family and we care about family, and we don’t hurt each other when we’re still recovering. That’s just not an okay thing to do.”
“How does locking Leo inside a closet hurt him?”
“Does he look like he had a good time?”
“He’s unharmed.”
“That’s not the point!”
Raph’s fist slammed so hard on the wall that a thin crack erupted from where his closed hand met concrete, snaking up to the ceiling.
“Now I have to fix the wall, too,” said Donnie.
Raph was taking steady breaths, the way he did when he was holding back his rage. Donnie never looked for signs of anger in Raph before, but now that he was detached, he could see that Raph wore his anger at all times. Every day, all the time. Never far apart. Just under the surface, just under control, ready to launch out when Raph needed it most, a signature article of clothing not too dissimilar to the masks the brothers wore.
He remembered why their enemies feared Raph.
Raph sucked in air. “‘Physically unharmed’ isn’t good enough, Donnie. The mind has to be unharmed, too. Locking Leo in a closet causes harm.”
Donnie tilted his head.
“Donnie, do you understand?”
“I suppose so,” said Donnie. “As long as Leo doesn’t interrupt me while I’m working again, I’ll refrain from locking him inside closets.”
“Donnie, that’s not good enough. You gotta say that you’re not gonna do it again, and you gotta apologize to Leo.”
“No.”
“What the hell, Donnie? What’s with you?”
“Everyone keeps asking me that.”
“It’s cuz you’re acting weird. I get that apologizing is tough for you—”
“No it isn’t. I just don’t have a reason to apologize.”
“Find one.”
“If I say I will, can I get back to work?”
“If you apologize, you can do whatever the heck you want so long as it doesn’t involve torturing Leo.”
“It wasn’t torture, it was to get him out of my way.”
Donnie found Leo and Mikey eavesdropping from the end of the hall, one stacked on top of the other. There was a punchline there that Donnie let pass.
“Leo, I’m issuing a standard apology,” said Donnie.
He waited for a response. There was none. Just Leo looking with a critical narrowing of the eyes.
“Donnie, you gotta mean it,” said Raph. “Say you’re sorry.”
“I issued a standard apology,” said Donnie.
“Say you’re sorry, Donnie.”
“It’s fine, Raph, I don’t want it if he doesn’t mean it.” said Leo. He folded his arms. “Take your standard apology and shove it.”
“Back to work then,” said Donnie.
Leo gawked and watched Donnie go. He called, “You could at least pretend to act distraught!”
He didn’t. He felt nothing. Nothing, except the mild buzz of suppressed emotions ravaging his chest cavity, gnawing away all feeling until there was nothing left except mutilated flesh where they used to be.
-
In the dream, his brothers’ limbs were held down by Krang biomatter, and Donnie stood before them, his Battle-Shell gone, long tendrils connecting him to the Krang spaceship. It pierced his spinal column and the pain was so blindingly intense that he almost lost his senses and there was only fear. The Technodrome was whispering inside his head, showing him horrible, violent images of their conquests of other planets.
Leo looked up, his limbs pulled taut by biomatter. He begged, “Don’t do this.”
Donnie just had to think it and the biomatter slid up Leo’s body, sliding just underneath the lip of his shell, and wrenched.
Leo screamed, his organs and blood spilling everywhere. Donnie screamed.
Donnie’s body was no longer a part of him. It thrashed and jolted. It was a seizure. Was he having a seizure? But he was aware, alert. It went on. Screaming. It was endless and in his voice, vibrating all the way from his head to his toes and back again. Again and again, the crack of Leo’s shell opening up like a clamshell. Gore at his feet. Helpless screams of Mikey and Raph, they were getting louder, there was a bar of light stretching across his vision, cutting through the shadow.
“Donnie?! Donnie, what’s wrong? Donnie!”
“What’s happening? Raph, what’s happening?!”
Voices furled in his mind, flowers that retreated from the chill of winter air. His brothers were dead in front of him and it was his fault. It went on forever, an endless torrent. The screech of metal on metal. The Krang digging into his brothers’ bodies, ripping out everything, just gore and violence everywhere. It wouldn’t end, and if it did, it would come back. He didn’t know what was worse: torture happening right in front of him or the knowledge that it would always return.
“What the HELL is going on in here?”
Leo’s disembodied arms grabbed Donnie’s and squeezed tight. He thrashed and fought. The squeeze went gentle.
“Donnie, you’re dreaming.”
Leo’s voice cut through everything. The whispers. The carnage at his feet. It smoothly parted through everything, casting it aside.
Eerything within Donnie fought against being awake. His face was wet and his body ached and it was hard to stay in the cycle. The thrashing in the arm ebbed off, not all at once, but gradual like a sunset. The viscera dried up and dissolved. He was in the dark of his room.
His and Leo’s arms locked tight together, though he could barely tell who it was through the blurriness in his vision. Donnie couldn’t tell what was causing it until he blinked and he realized they were tears. His chest ached. Raph and Leo were at his bedside, while Mikey hovered by the door, looking afraid.
“It was just a dream,” said Leo. “You’re just dreaming.”
Donnie tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent words with no meaning, no weight. Leo took him by the shoulders and laid him back down, pulling the sheets back over his body.
“Did you know he was having these?” Leo asked.
“I had no clue,” said Raph. “I just heard him screaming.”
“Shouldn’t we get him up?” Mikey wondered.
“No, let him rest. I’ll stay with him, you guys can go back to bed.”
“No way am I sleeping now,” said Raph.
Mikey sighed. “I’ll put on the kettle.”
-
Donnie woke up with a black spot in his memory filled with the usual array of terror that followed whenever he went to sleep. He shifted under the covers, only freezing when he heard nearby voices.
“So Dad didn’t hear anything?” That was Leo.
“He took some tranquilizers before going to bed,” said Raph. “Says it’s the only way he gets any sleep these days.”
“Has that been going on since the invasion?”
“He didn’t say, but I think so.”
“Yeesh, I guess he’s in good company. Is there anyone in this family who’s sleeping normally?”
“Nope. C’mon, let’s get some breakfast.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Donnie’s not going anywhere, he’s out like a light. You can spare ten minutes to eat something.”
The door closed, the light disappeared. Donnie rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
The numbness was gone. The ability to detach himself from his emotions was gone. Now, he reeled in overwhelming, emotional waves, like his body was catching up to the anguish churning inside of him. Donnie flushed with shame, that his brothers had to step in when he had a nightmare like he was a kid. The whole point was to avoid that. Donnie curled up under the sheets, beaten down by humiliation, terrified that if he moved, he would give away how unbalanced he felt.
He couldn’t live like this. He just couldn’t. He sanity felt stretched as it was, buckling under nonexistent weight. Guilt and fear held him down with powerful hands, digging fingernails into his flesh. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t talk it out. He wouldn’t put that on his family, not when they’d had their own problems, and he doubted anyone would want to listen to him anyway after what he’d done to Leo.
The guilt backhanded him. He’d locked Leo in a closet. It was a small action that rippled out consequences, and he couldn’t forget the faintly haunted look in his brother’s eyes. He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t deal with himself, with his emotions, with the way Leo’s betrayed gaze made him feel.
Donnie threw off the sheets and geared up: tech-bō, Battle Shell, mask. He wouldn’t lie here when there was someone who could help.
There was no way he could leave his room without getting spotted, so he pried one of the metal sheets he’d installed over the repurposed subway car’s windows. It was narrow, but he was slight, and it was enough for him to snake through.
His silent feet hit the floor and moved along the tunnel, alert for any of his brothers coming after him. There was none, only the sleepy sounds of them moving around in the kitchen, and when he felt assured he was a safe enough distance away, he bolted for the Hidden City.
-
Uzume’s shop had a closed sign on when he returned, the lights dimmed and the street quiet in the early morning. However, when Donnie rapidly knocked a few times, it opened almost at once.
“Oh, it wore off, didn’t it?” Uzume said. She hung from the rafters like before.
“Can I come in?” Donnie asked.
Uzume held the door open and Donnie surged inside. Frantic and tense, Donnie couldn’t settle down until they were in the backroom, and Uzume’s presence calmed his anxiety into a barely perceptible undercurrent. His skin still prickled, yet at least in the quiet, away from his family, he could gather himself and think clearly.
“You seem upset,” said Uzume. “What happened?”
“I had a…difficult night, and my brothers had to intervene.”
“I see.”
“It was humiliating. How long until you can make the effects permanent?”
“We will need several more sessions.”
“Can we have one now?”
“My, you are impatient.”
“I need it…I need it gone. I need all of this in my head gone. If you need compensation to make it happen, I’ll provide it.”
Uzume regarded him with careful, grim eyes. Her smile spread slow, baring all of her pointed teeth. “Tell me about your brothers.”
Surprised, Donnie pulled his shoulders back, hands curling into fists on his knees. “My brothers?”
“Yes. They’re quite capable, aren’t they? You four have built up quite the reputation in the Hidden City as troublemakers, to say nothing of your unique mystic powers.”
“…It’s a family trait.”
“Oh, but of course! You’re all so talented. I should very much like to meet your brothers.”
“…I’m not sure. They’re kind of…primitive.”
“All the same, they must have something to offer if you associate with them. I’m sure that you could go off on your own and make quite the name for yourself, and yet you haven’t. Why is that?”
His surroundings went blurry.
“Why is that, Donatello?”
Something was wrong. He felt it nagging at his senses. His vision tunneled in on her two fangs, on her yellow teeth and disarming smile.
“I need them,” he whispered.
“Isn’t that sweet,” Uzume hummed. “Your brothers…how are they doing after that whole invasion business?”
“…Not well.”
“No? That’s a shame. I could help them as well if you were to introduce us.”
“I don’t think they’d appreciate your abilities the way I do.”
“I could make them appreciate it.”
Uzume’s clawed feet crawled along the rafters, inching closer and closer. Her eyes were dissecting him. Exhaustion rose sharp throughout his whole body, and if it wasn’t for the couch, he was sure he would’ve collapsed, but those eyes—he had to get away from them. Panic hit him. The panic that he’d only experienced in his dreams manifested in front of him. Donnie’s breath quickened and he gulped down air and it wasn’t enough, his body was too heavy to fight it.
“Now lie still,” said Uzume. “And don’t be afraid. Soon, you won’t be afraid of anything.”
Her fingers set on either side of his forehead and the resistance bled out of him, curling up and into Uzume, her black eyes wide and reflective. He could see his face in them, and they were everything.
And then, the curtain parted.
Uzume jumped at the sudden movement, twisting to see who it was. Donnie lay prone on the couch as his brothers squeezed into the room.
“Okay, Donnie, whatever jig you’re jigging is up—” Leo demanded, cutting short on seeing him and Uzume.
Uzume and his brothers had a stare down. Then, he saw the anger flicker back on Leo’s face and he opened his mouth.
“None of that,” said Uzume.
Leo took two long steps, then stopped. Mikey was the first to break, fat tears erupting in his eyes as he doubled over, hands shooting up to claw at his head as if in great pain. Raph and Leo followed, crumpling in a heap.
Leo was sprawled on the floor, reaching for one of his fallen katanas. Uzume swooped down from the ceiling and pulled it away from his outstretched hand. Tears swarmed down his furious face.
“How are you…” Leo said between uncontrolled sniffs.
Uzume picked the katana off of the floor, examining her reflection in the blade. “You four have a collective weight hanging on your shoulders and no idea how to share the burden. It’s a little sad, really.”
Donnie knew he should get up and put a stop to all this, but all wants, all desires purged from his mind, and he simply sat, watching his brothers writhe with sloppy tears on their faces. He felt nothing, there was nothing, it was delightful, it was perfection. Before, the sight of Leo, Mikey, and Raph sobbing would have been enough to put him over the edge, but now, there was nothing except the wide expanse of no emotions and unlimited possibilities.
“What did you do to Donnie?” Leo demanded, voice thick with crying.
“I helped him,” said Uzume. She came up alongside Donnie and cusped his jaw. “What were you doing?”
“What?”
“While he was suffering, what were you doing? Were you watching from the sidelines, laughing about it?”
“Don’t know what you’re…What you’re talking about…”
“Oh, but of course you don’t. If only you’d paid attention, all of this could have been prevented and I would not need to intervene on his behalf.”
“What did you do to him?”
“I took away his pain, and now, I can take away yours as well.”
Uzume gently touched Leo’s head, locking eyes with him. A bit of light seemed to dim from them.
“I’m helping you. Soon you will see that.”
Leo let out a terrible cry Donnie had never heard him make. Uzume shrieked when his hand snapped toward the other katana, snatching it off the ground and spearing it into her wing.
Uzume stumbled back with a pained yell. With tears running hot down Leo’s face, he surged forward and slammed the hilt of the katana into her head. The subtle smell of lavender dissipated fast.
Mikey and Raph were still breathless from crying when they got off the floor. Raph held his stomach tight, Mikey’s legs shook, and only Leo looked steady on his feet, though his hand trembled around his katana. They all stared at Uzume’s unconscious body.
“Well, that’s disappointing,” said Donnie.
“Shut up, Donnie,” Leo snapped. He turned to Raph and Mikey. “Are you guys okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” said Raph. “That was…overwhelming. Just what the hell was that?”
“Some kind of mystic bullshit. Fortunately, it looks like old ol’ head trauma ends the effect.”
Leo went to Donnie and pulled him to his feet.
“We’re leaving, before she wakes up.”
Leo’s tight grip left no room for argument, and Donnie didn’t care enough to protest. Uzume couldn’t do much for him when she was unconscious, anyway, so he let them pull him out into the streets of the Hidden City, and after that there was no stopping.
Raph, Mikey, and Leo were quick and quiet, frogmarching Donnie through the streets even though he offered no resistance. They kept checking over their shoulders as if they expected her to come after them, but Uzume wasn’t an enemy—and even if she was, Donnie doubted she had any interest in a pursuit. His brothers took no chances, and they didn’t stop until they were close to a portal that would take them back to the human world.
Leo held Donnie against the wall, looking him over critically. His eyes were bloodshot.
“Are you hurt?” Leo asked.
“I’m physically unharmed,” said Donnie. “Why?”
“Donnie, who was that and what was she doing?”
“Answer me first: how did you find me?”
“I put a tracking app on your phone,” said Mikey.
“When?”
“When you started acting weird."
“That’s remarkably sneaky of you.”
“Ninjas, man.”
“Now you,” said Leo. “Who was that, Donnie?”
“Her name was Uzume,” said Donnie. “She was suppressing my emotions, and before you accuse her of being a bad guy, she was doing it at my request.”
“Christ, Donnie,” said Raph. “Suppressing emotions is what we call a bad move. Why would you ask her to do that?”
“Why not? They were distracting, and Uzume offered a solution.”
“She was trying to get you wrapped around her finger.”
“Why do you think that?”
“It’s the vibes, Donnie, they were entirely off about her.”
“So?”
“So, that’s bad?”
“I don’t care.”
“Well, we care!”
“Why?”
Raph sucked in a deep breath. “I can barely talk to you when you’re like this. Leo, tag team!”
He and Leo slapped their palms together as Leo took Raph’s place.
“Donnie, you’re not yourself right now, so we’re gonna forgive everything you just said and the garbage you’re going continue to say,” said Leo. “The point is, having your emotions mystically suppressed is a bad call even from the most logical of logical reasons.”
“It sounds far worse than it is. If anything, her treatment was more of a form of…mystic antidepressant.”
Leo just looked confused. “Mystic antidepressant?…Donnie, what did you mean before when you said they were distracting? Why did you do this? Does this have to do with the night terrors?”
Donnie folded his arms. “My reasons are irrelevant. Uzume promised she could permanently suppress my emotions with a few sessions.”
“Damn straight,” said Leo. “What were you thinking, Donnie? Don’t you care that she wanted to suck all the fun right out of you?”
“No. I don’t care at all.”
Leo was quiet for a long, long time. “Is that what you want, Donnie? To not care about anything?”
“It isn’t about that. Uzume’s treatment can control my emotional responses, preventing distorted thinking and general discomfort. Not caring is a side effect.”
“That’s a pretty big side effect, Donnie, and we’re not letting you do this again.”
“That seems counterproductive. How will I get anything done if I’m distracted by feelings?”
“We prefer a Donnie who can feel things than one like…” Leo gestured to all of Donnie. “This.”
“Like what?”
“Like this robot standing in front of me.”
“I’m not a robot, yet. I’m organic.”
Leo shook his head, and Raph stepped in, holding Donnie’s shoulder tight.
“How long until the effects wear off?” Raph asked.
“The last time it was three days,” said Donnie.
“Great, three days of this,” Leo sighed. “Can’t wait.”
“I suppose that gives me three days where I can try to reduce my workload. If I work fast, perhaps I can get the rest of the security system upgrades done before I become incapacitated again.”
“You’re that convinced you’re going to be useless once you start feeling again?”
“Yes.”
Leo massaged his forehead, sucked in a breath, and held Donnie by the shoulders. “Donnie, in a few days, all these pent-up feelings and nightmares you’ve been having are gonna slam into you like a load of bricks. And despite everything, we’re gonna be there to help you through it, even though you are the stupidest genius we know.”
“It would be more practical to allow me to see Uzume again, although she may not be thrilled that you hit her in the head…”
“Absolutely not. Promise us you won’t go back.”
“Promises are empty. I could go out and break it as soon as you turn your back.”
Leo looked at him firmly. “Then I guess we just won’t turn our backs.”
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It was actually five days of nothing. Longer than last time. Donnie assumed that were he permitted to visit Uzume again, the results could’ve carried him into next week during the third, maybe months during the fourth, forever during the fifth. He tried to perform basic calculations in his head and they were promising, but whenever he talked about going back to Uzume, his brothers shut him down. The results were stronger, as well. Before, he used to feel small twinges of emotions under the surface, but during the second he had the remarkable ability to not really care about anything. Even tending to the security upgrades lost its appeal after a while, it reduced him to spending the days at the whims of his brothers, doing whatever was instructed at him, when it was instructed.
He wondered whether Uzume trying to turn him into her servant, a mindless slave that was useless except for being provided instructions. In theory, he knew it was bad, but he didn’t care. Caring required emotions, emotions which felt forever lost and distant to him, and for a while Donnie wondered if they were ever going to come back to him. If his family would babysit him for the rest of his days, if he’d spent the rest of his existence longing for one more visit to Uzume to keep the emotions at bay for good.
Donnie was never alone—not for a moment. Leo hadn’t been joking. They didn’t turn their backs on him, perhaps not trusting that he would try to make a break for Uzume’s the moment he had the opportunity. To do that, however, he would need to be motivated, and he just…wasn’t. Something inside of him had shifted a few degrees to the wrong direction, making every step he took feel like he was missing a step each time. It didn’t help when Mikey kept trying to run ‘feeling tests’ on him by showing him images of objectively adorable baby animals. They always came up negative, however he kept trying anyway.
Donnie felt it start well before the breakdown came—a mysterious, aching sensation that radiated out from his chest. For a while, he thought it was the first signs of a heart attack, but a few scans told him that his physical functions were normal.
He kept working. If he could just get the security system upgrades done—then at least he’d get one thing, just one thing off his list. The desperation clawed through him, a growing fight-or-flight instinct that put him on edge, sent into an upheaval at the slightest movement or sensation he could perceive from around him.
On the dawn of the sixth day, Donnie couldn’t sleep, and he had to tiptoe around his brothers napping on the floor of his room to sneak out to one of the entrance tunnels. He was installing lasers today to shoot at any potential intruders. Despite trying to stay focused on work, Donnie got up with the intrinsic feeling of something wrong, or something was about to go wrong, without irrefutable proof to back him up. He just knew something wasn’t quite right, like his heart was displaced, or maybe the throbbing migraine he couldn’t shake was the first signs of a stroke.
He passed by Splinter on his way to the entrance tunnel. Their eyes met. Splinter looked like he wanted to say something, but Donnie pulled away and left before he could. Looking at his father made him…uncomfortable? Was that the word? Was that the feeling?
No, he couldn’t. Donnie swallowed it down. Just a little longer. He just wanted a little longer in the blissful nothingness.
Donnie got to work on the lasers. He was installing them behind metal panels on the ceiling, designed to drop and shoot at a moment’s notice. Donnie had barely gotten started when he heard soft footsteps. He blindly reached down for a tool, and Leo was there, passing it to him.
“Nice try,” said Leo.
“I wasn’t sneaking out,” said Donnie.
“Surprising, considering what you pulled last time.”
“Leonardo, I am CLEARLY working on our security systems, not sneaking off to see a witch.”
“Y’know, I never used to have to worry about you doing the latter.”
Donnie rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t give me some space?”
“We’re just making sure you’re not doing anything stupid again.”
“So you don’t trust me?”
“Donnie, I barely trust you even when you have your head on straight. I think you’re only one or two steps away from having your villain arc.”
“Don’t flatter me. If you must hover while I’m working, you could at least pretend to be supportive.”
“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t like our emotional-support cheerleading routine.”
“It was campy and unnecessary.”
“I thought it was pretty cool.”
“…It’s not fair.”
“We offered to let you in on the routine, which you refused, and you just said it was ‘campy and unnecessary.’”
“It’s not fair. You guys have your coping mechanisms. Why can’t I have mine?”
Leo was quiet for a long time.
“I was handling things just fine my way, except it wasn’t your way, so that automatically makes it wrong.” Donnie’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t hold the laser cutter steady. He set it down. “Oh, but no, ‘Donnie’s doing something weird again, we better stop him!’ You couldn’t just let me handle things the way I wanted to handle them.”
“You weren’t handling it, Donnie,” said Leo. He didn’t sound angry. His tone was one of forced calm.
“They’re my emotions, Leo! If I want to get rid of them for forever, maybe that’s a decision I want to make! Where my autonomy?! It’s a civil right to decide what medical procedures can be done to you, so why is this different?!”
Leo didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t move for a moment. He waited, and then, “Because doing this hurts you, Donnie, and if it hurts you, then it’s…it’s just wrong.”
“Having Uzume purge my emotions wasn’t hurting me, Leo, it was doing the exact opposite of hurting me. Nothing hurt me when I didn’t have my emotions!”
“Yes, it did, you just don’t realize it.”
“So I’m ignorant?”
“Donnie, no, you know I don’t think that. Your feelings are just having feelings right now, and when feelings have feelings, it creates a lot of feelings.”
“Not only is that a redundant statement, I don’t know what it means!”
“Sorry, I suck at explaining things. Okay, look at it this way—let’s say you don’t have any more emotions. Boom, they’re gone, the crazy bat lady did her mystic thing and they’re gone forever, and you don’t feel a single thing. You don’t feel any of the bad things, but you’re also…you don’t feel any of the good stuff either, no more enjoying Jupiter Jim or fiddling with your tech or…gosh, Donnie, y’know, loving us? That’s a feeling too. Isn’t that a big enough downside? Doesn’t that hurt you as well as the rest of us?”
Donnie didn’t know what to say. It was like it was something he knew intellectually, something that felt obvious and something he was aware of in retrospect, but he’d been so clouded by his own determination that he’d forgotten it until that moment. Ignorant of its existence, the absence of love in his life, until Leo pointed it out.
He turned away from Leo and stared down the wide expanse of the tunnel, the sound of rushing water humming in his ears. Donnie’s shoulders shuddered.
“Donnie, we’re not stopping you from going back to Uzume because we want you to suffer,” said Leo. “We’re doing it because we want you to be okay.”
Donnie lost the battle to not cry, the thing that had been boiling under the surface for weeks. He slapped his hands over his mouth to stop himself from making any noise.
Leo kept his distance behind him, waiting. Donnie only retracted his hands when he could trust his voice to stay put in his body.
“You know how you said all those feelings would come back all at once?” Donnie asked in a shaking voice. “I think this is it.”
Leo shuffled his feet. “Well, being sleep-deprived isn’t helping. C’mon, it’s still super early; let’s go back to bed.”
“I have nightmares.”
“Yeah, I figured.” Leo shuffle-walked up to Donnie side. “They’re pretty bad, huh?”
“I dream…I dream about…about the prison dimension, and the Krang. I dream about you all getting tortured and dying. Sometimes I’m the one doing it, and I wake up and I can still taste the blood in my mouth.”
Leo set his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
“I don’t want to sleep, Leo, that’s how all this started.”
“You can’t not sleep. Trust me, I’ve tried. Listen, I promise it’s gonna be okay, and if you don’t want to go to sleep, fine. Just lie in bed with your eyes open and keep me company. Please?”
Donnie stared at the ground for a while, and it took him a long time to reach for Leo’s hand. His grip was limp as his brother led him back to the tunnel to his room.
Mikey and Raph hadn’t even woken up. Raph was in his sleeping back on the floor, while Mikey’s lay abandoned beside him, and Mikey himself had crawled up to sleep on his rising and falling chest. The lab was quiet and still. The moment they were over the threshold, Donnie felt ashamed of holding onto Leo’s hand so tight and let go to crawl under his sheets. He turned over in bed to face the wall.
“Hey, scooch over,” said Leo.
“It’s my bed,” said Donnie.
“And I no longer wish to sleep on the floor like a filthy peasant. Now scooch.”
Donnie rolled his eyes. He knew that if he put up enough off a fuss, Leo would take the hint and slide into the pile with Mikey and Raph. Instead, Donnie did what he was told. It was still a tight squeeze when Leo piled in, taking up as much room as possible and pressing up against Donnie. However, the slight pressure, pinned between his brother and the wall, didn’t feel…entirely unpleasant.
Donnie had a television mounted at the end of his bed, and at once Leo was searching for the remote under his pillow.
“It’s on the side table,” Donnie drawled.
“I knew that,” said Leo. He flicked through a few channels and landed on Looney Tunes. “Just in time to catch Saturday morning cartoons.”
“Oh, joy, I have always wondered if Elmer Fudd ever caught that rabbit.”
“No, no. Say it properly.”
“I’m not saying it.”
“Say it.”
“No!”
“Say it properly.”
“I will kick you out of here!”
“Say it.”
Donnie sighed, moaned, and kicked Leo in the shins. “That wascally wabbit.”
“Thank you! Finally, a little respect for culture.”
“I’m not doing the laugh.”
Leo giggled like a maniac and turned up the noise enough to be perceptible, and not enough to wake up Raph and Mikey.
They stayed like that through a few episodes. Donnie felt like he was waiting for something, and it felt like Leo was waiting too, but neither of them knew what they were waiting for. There was something that needed to be said that never came. His heart thudded with anxiety, refusing to slow down, and despite feeling exhausted, the mind-numbing fear that another night terror would come strangled him. That he would dream about his brothers getting tortured, about them losing the war, about Raph being mind-controlled, about Mikey turning to ash, about losing everything. About being alone.
He remembered the times before he used to remember his dreams, when there was nothing to fear while he slept unless there was an inherent danger of an attack. Yet he was in the lair, surrounded by his security systems and his family, and there was minimal risk of an ambush. The only things he feared were in his imagination, things that scared him more than facing the Krang had.
There’d been no time for terror while the Krang were there. Now they were gone, for now, and everything felt dangerous.
Donnie turned over. He crammed his head under Leo’s jaw and threw his arm over his chest. Leo blinked and tensed in surprise—just a little—before he curled his arm around Donnie’s shoulder. He didn’t have to say anything for the meaning to be clear. I am here.
Donnie knew that when he woke up again, they would talk. There wasn’t an overnight fix to night terrors. That his brothers would want explanations, and he’d have to throw out maybe a few apologies to ease the guilt.
He fell asleep with Leo beside him, and although there were nightmares, he woke up each time to see Leo with him, whole and alive. It didn’t erase the terror of sleeping, but at least in the waking world, everything was as it should be.
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