#lol sticking to my Kingdom Hearts roots with evil = gold eyes ✌️

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Shrednardo and Alternate-Angelo description jumpscare ✌️

(pspspsp this is still a WIP, so things might be adjusted for the final iteration)

Shrednardo

[....] “Look at all of you… Still just children,” The alternate-Shredder-Leonardo commented. He sounded somewhat amused. Not even remotely shaken by the turn of events unfolding right now. Unlike Leo and his brothers who were numb with shock. Unable to look away. Unable to breathe. The older Leonardo surveyed each of them, looking at Leo’s brothers with mild interest–  But when his eyes met Leo’s, there was a change in his facade. Cold. Cruel. Unamused. Leo felt a chill cut through him. It felt exactly like… how Krang Prime looked at him. Like he was trash. A pest. Tearing him apart with merciless, unfeeling judgement– like he was no more than a worm.  It made Leo choke. Freeze up like prey under the glare of a predator. It was looking into a cruel trick mirror. And not just because of the armor or the difference in their age. This Leonardo wasn’t just an adult. His presence alone conveyed everything they needed to know: he was a man who’s lived and breathed war for decades… and thrived. His face was more defined– having aged out of the youthful softness Leo still had as a teenager. He no longer wore his signature blue mask– instead he let his face be framed by the exact same red crescent stripes Leo had…  But his right was slightly distorted. Warped by a deep scar raked over his right eye– just like Raph. But, unlike Raph, Shredder-Leonardo had lost his eye in whatever battle bestowed his scar–  And in its place sat a strange, glassy, golden sphere.  It was pupiless. Shimmering with a somewhat cloudy radiance behind the smooth surface… exuding something sinister. Leo didn’t know how to explain it… but there was a subtle aura oozing from that glass eye. He felt the threads of his Ninpo strain in his muscles when he looked at it. Fight or Flight subtle grating at his nerves. Warning him of something. Something bad. Something important…   Though that aura was unsettling, it wasn’t as unsettling as the fact that Shredder-Leonardo’s remaining eye matched the orb in striking color. Piercing and calculating. An unnatural shade of gold that hinted at something beyond just a coincidence of mutation. Another strange, jarring difference to add between Leo and the alternate version of himself standing before them. [....]

Angelo

[....] Leo and his brothers jumped, whipping their heads around to look at alternate-Michelangelo. He forced himself onto his legs, gripping his side. As he stood, they had a clearer look at this hardened, aged version of little Mikey. He was much taller than their spry little brother, yet not as tall as Raph. Instead of stickers, his plastron was decorated with nicks and scars. His mask was fraying along the seams and dull in color. The hood of his tattered cloak fell back, freeing the unkempt, long, greasy black hair pouring from his scalp. Yet the shock that they could grow hair wasn’t the most jarring part of his appearance. The left side of his head was shaved, giving him a straight-up-Mad-Max vibe undercut…  Especially because of the three long scars raked across the side of his head where hair couldn’t grow. Wide and evenly spaced apart… as if someone with three sharp talons had carved them with their own hand. He looked at Shredder-Leonardo with unrestrained hatred. [....]

WIP snippet?