#nett answers

[cheesuschristman]

Vhad or VNuzi headcannons???

- Uzi lends her oil for N and V

- V and N will follow Uzi everywhere and anywhere she goes

- V has their shared braincell

- Uzi has piggy back rides from N, V wants to give her the same, but always cringes at the idea lmao-

[transparentcatpngs]

This little lady turned 13 yesterday! An absolute menace who I love more than life itself ♡

[mmoosen]

Hii pookie!

Give me your top 3 thiam fics and your top 3 fics of other pairings from tw ✨

Hi pookie 😘 You have given me an impossible question 🥰. I could never actually rank my top 3 because they are all perfect, but I can give you 3 that I reread often

Thiam:

Rooted in the dirt like the tireless trees by @eneiryu

Teacher’s Salary by @chcrrysprite

when oblivion is calling out your name, you always take it further than i ever can by @inabottlelikelightning

Other Pairs:

A Fish in Soft Waters Nolan/Brett by wolfenboy

Sea glass mirror lost in the gambling prairie Nolan/Liam/Theo by @eneiryu

Players and Plays Nolan/Liam by yellowsunflowerheart

[seawanter]

IM THE ANON THAT WANTED TO BEOOMF U WE TECHNICALLY FOLLOW EACH OTHER BUT I WANNA INTERACT W U AND MAYBE BECOME FRIENDS CUZ UR SUPER COOL AND WE SHARE INTERESTS AND STUFF BUT I KINDA DONT KNOW HOW INTERACTING W MUTUALS ON TUMBLR WORKS ... IVE BEEN A LURKER FOR SO LONG AND I STILL DONG KNOW ......

HMU nonnie !!!! u can reblog my stuff or comment on my stuff or send me a dm !!! do whatever idm I'd love to be friends !!!!

[k-looking-glass-house]

Little rabbit, are you hibernating for the winter? (That's so cute!) can't wait to see you online again in the spring!

Hi Nette? How are you? And your family, loved one? Yes I am... blame that lack of vitamin d and noradrenalin...dopamin....serotomin.....hugh and those news around our poor world... I am hibernating praying, sleeping during "Carême" (Lent?) till Spring for better days!! Anyhow I hope everyone is fine here~ See you in march~

btw....do you play acnh????

[goggles-mcgee]

What are the Many-nettes opinions on Adrien/Chat Noir? Do they hate him? Still consider him a friend?

Most of the Many-nettes don't hate him, like they may be angry with him but they don't hate him. At most they just consider him an ex-friend. Though some argue maybe an ex-acquaintance.

Negative-nette is the one who holds a lot of resentment towards him. The others try to point out how "jumped-up" the slights he made were in Negative-nette's eyes, but of course, she doesn't listen. She loathes him.

The others just kind of shake their heads at Negative-nette because they are each other and understand her anger, but they also acknowledge that her anger and bitterness and sadness have reached unreasonable levels.

[ambrosykim]

watch me make a necromancer mage who uses a dagger castlevania forgemaster style🙏

[blossomhcir]

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[piracytheorist]

I feel the need to impart upon you the knowledge of a counting-out rhyme song (like eeny meeny miny moe) from the specific part of Greece I grew up in, translating pretty much to:

"*gibberish* bam, and ZWAN ham, and Tarzan's ass smells like shampoo."

[cheesuschristman]

would you read a fic of yi xi in bioshock if I wrote it even if you probably don’t know anything about bio shock 🥺🥺🥺

(guess who this is)

Alex is this you

[lunellum]

Love the book recs asks!! 18 & 25 please 😊

18: your least favorite book ever

Oh boy. For some context, I studied literature at uni before swerving into medieval shit. It was a fairly international program but because we are in the Netherlands you couldn't avoid some Dutch Literature. And obviously even within Proper Dutch Literature there's a lot of variation etc etc but there is a specific Dutch Literature type of book that tries to be provocative and mostly does so by being as edgy as possible. I'm sure it can be done right... probably... but I haven't seen it.

The prime example of this type of book is one I had to read in uni for a class. The entire class hated it. We all went on a collective rant about how terrible it was. It went on to win a bunch of prizes and got turned into a movie.

The book is "alleen maar nette mensen" (only decent people). It's racist, sexist, gross and despite all the sex, incredibly boring. I had to force myself to finish it and I hated every second. Don't read this book.

25: a book by your favourite author

Some more context about me: I struggle picking favourites. I overthink it. So you're getting two for the price of one!

Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett: pointless war, revolution, gender fuckery, arsonist lesbians, vampires, sexism expressed through frankenstein style facial stitching.

I was obsessed with this book as a baby queer and it holds up really well. It's also a good standalone discworld book, you don't need to know anything else about the world/series.

All Systems Red by Martha Wells: come for the funny gimmick of a partially human bot freeing itself from its programmed restrictions and using that freedom to watch shitty shows, stay for the unexpected emotional gut punch.

First of a series of mostly novellas, it's a quick and very funny read. And then it will haunt you. Or me, anyway.

[mmoosen]

Tell me what you love about Nett. What are your favourite headcanons about them

What I find myself drawn to is half baked characters, like this means characters who got just enough to make you care and then nothing else ever happens. And for Nett, you got two teenage boys being absolute shit stains of people who got just enough screen time to feel consequences of their choices and maybe start to become better. And a great relationship shapes both people into better people and I know they could do just that. Plus Cody and Froy are just so pretty.

Some of my favorite head canons is they are sarcastically mean to each other 100% of the time. I LOVE the werewolf / werewolf hunter dynamic. Height difference. Confident x Anxious, like you know Brett would be the one saying, “He ordered it with pickles.” They try to practice lacrosse together but they always end up making out instead. They alternate dates, social ones for Brett and private ones for Nolan. Brett is a near deadly cook so Nolan does most of the cooking for safety. If Brett is within five feet of Nolan, he wants to be touching him in some way. When they start living together, everyone enters with extreme caution. Nolan calls Brett mean names in Spanish and Brett retaliates by calling him any pet name, then Nolan can’t think of any more come backs.

[seawanter]

WAHH I JUST LOOKED AT YOUR PINED AND NEVER NOTICED YOU LIKED PMMM?? WHOS YOUR FAVORITE AASSSSSA >_<

EEEEEE I LOVE PMMM !!!!!!! I haven't rewatched in a while but iirc my fav was sayaka !!

[bl3upi3]

Can I request nettspend x reader where they have a rap beef but then hash it out and collab and start being cute on ig (reader is more of a producer than a lyricist so they make him a beat :3)

It’s Not a Collab

Summary: You’re a rising underground producer with one viral hit and a lot to prove. Nettspend is a loudmouthed rapper who made the mistake of dragging your name and your beats through the mud. What started as a petty war turned into a viral feud, fan-fueled chaos, and one unexpected collab offer. You hate him. He kind of loves that.

Word count: 2013

A/N: Not proofread. I think I could’ve done better. It feels a bit rushed, but I wanted to leave room for a possible part 2. Hope the person who requested it likes it!

You’ve been producing music since high school, starting out with your friends just messing around, making random tracks and beats for fun. You blew up one summer after making a XavierSobased-type beat and he actually reached out to work with you. You and Xavier ended up doing three songs together, and one of them even went viral on TikTok. You weren’t exactly famous, though. Aside from working with Xavier, you hadn’t really done any big or successful projects.

You weren’t exactly chasing clout, but that little burst of attention had people in your DMs, rappers, wannabes, and a few producers trying to leech off the hype. Most of them were unserious.

One day, while you were scrolling through TikTok, you came across an interview with Nettspend. You knew who he was, he was a good friend of Xavier. Xavier had mentioned him before, even said he’d probably sound great on one of your beats.

In the video, Nettspend was sitting in front of a plain white background, answering questions from someone off-camera about the underground scene and different rappers. Then came a question that made your heart stop for a second.

“What do you think about your friend Xaviersobased working with a producer who got discovered on TikTok?”

He was talking about you.

Nettspend didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head a little, raised an eyebrow, and gave this dry half-smile like he was deciding whether to be messy or diplomatic.

“I mean… it’s cute,” he said finally, voice flat. “Xavier does charity work sometimes.”

Your jaw dropped.

The interviewer laughed, and Nettspend didn’t even crack a grin to show he was joking. Just looked dead into the camera like he meant it. You stared at the screen, chest tight, heat crawling up your neck. A million comebacks flooded your brain, but none of them mattered because by the time the clip ended, your blood was already boiling.

You didn’t post anything. Not right away. You didn’t want to look pressed. But you were pressed. So you did what you knew how to do best.

In the days that followed, you started working on a new beat. You didn’t like Nett at first, you knew how self-centered he was, always acting like he was better than everyone else. You even based the beat on one of his own tracks, flipping the vibe and twisting it into something darker. You sampled a few of his vocals too, just to be petty. Then you titled it “Charity Work” and dropped it.

It didn’t take long for people to connect the dots. Within an hour, “Charity Work” was all over TikTok. Duets, stitches, edits, everyone had an opinion. Some thought it was genius, others called it shady. A few diehard Nettspend fans tried to come for you in the comments, but your followers clapped back harder.

And then, Nettspend noticed.

He tweeted: “Y’all funny. Sampling me like I’m dead.”

No @, no mention. But you knew who it was for.

You liked the tweet. That’s all. No words. Just a like.

That like must’ve touched a nerve, because a few hours later, Nettspend started tweeting wild.

“She be better off posting her body than her bad beats. Can’t EQ for shit.”

“Y’all hyping a TikTok producer like she’s Mozart just 'cause she’s got titties?”

At first, you laughed. Then you didn’t.

It wasn’t just about music anymore he was taking shots at you as a woman, as a producer, as someone who hadn’t come up the "right" way.

You posted a screenshot of a message you’d sent him months ago, back when Xavier had first suggested a collab. It was short and polite: “Hey! Xavier said we might vibe on something, lmk if you’re ever down.” Left on read.

Then you added a caption:“He been ignoring me since before I made him relevant y’all do the math.” Boom. 20k likes in an hour.

Now it was war. Nettspend posted an Instagram story with a photo of your beat file, claiming he could make it “better in 30 minutes on his phone.” You responded by uploading a remix of his beat, but way cleaner, with tighter transitions and again, people noticed.

Someone on Twitter made a thread: “This beef between Nettspend and Y/N is lowkey the best underground drama of the year.”

You responded: “He mad I made him sound better than he actually is.”

After that, nothing. No tweets, no subs, no responses. He went on with his life, and you went on with yours.

“Charity Work” kept blowing up, even after the drama died down. People online started calling it Y/N ft. Nettspend, like it was a real collab. New listeners didn’t even know it came out of a beef, they just liked the sound.

Your face was more recognizable now. You started getting invited to festivals over the summer. Still, you knew the chances of running into Nettspend were high. You moved in the same scene, worked in the same underground lane. You were both known for the same vibe.

Between sets, a few media outlets stopped you to shoot quick interviews or content for TikTok. During one of them, while you were talking to a festival media team, the interviewer suddenly leaned in with a smile and asked:

“Y/N, how does it feel to reunite with Nettspend? Especially after all the drama from a few months ago?”

You blinked. Reunite?

People were still talking about that?

You gave a small laugh and said, “I mean… I don’t really care. I’m just here to enjoy the performers—maybe see if Nett’s improved.”

Then you smiled politely, turned away, and dipped.

Eventually, it was time for his performance. You’d seen him arrive earlier, paparazzi all over him, cameras flashing. He tried to play it cool, all nonchalant, but you could tell he was doing his best to avoid crossing paths with you.

When he hit the stage, the crowd went wild. People screamed his name like he was headlining the whole festival. You watched from the VIP section, a little elevated above the rest of the audience, just observing.

Then, you heard it, the start of your mix.

The beat dropped, and the crowd fell quiet for a split second, confused. Then a video of you flashed on the big screen. A clip from your earlier interview.

“So Y/N wants to see if I got better,” he said into the mic, voice echoing over the field. Then he pointed right at you from across the venue. The cameras cut to a live POV of you, your face projected across the screen.

“Enjoy the show,” he added with a smirk, before launching into his verse, rapping over your beat.

Your cheeks burned, part frustration, part pure embarrassment. You didn’t know how to react. Everyone was watching, waiting to see if you’d laugh it off or storm out. You stayed still. Calm on the outside. Boiling on the inside.

He was rapping like he owned the moment, like he didn’t spend a months acting like you weren’t worth a single collab. Now he was up there performing your beat, turning it into a stage stunt. Playing the villain.

And the worst part?

The crowd ate it up.

You stood there, jaw tight, trying to decide if you should leave or pretend it didn’t bother you. Then, you felt someone tap your shoulder. One of the event coordinators, face wide with excitement.

“He just changed the set last minute. Said he wanted to open with that track for the drama. Honestly? It’s working. They love it.”

Great.

Later, backstage, you ducked into one of the trailers to cool off. You weren’t even supposed to be working this festival, just attending, but somehow you were still getting dragged into his mess. Again.

Your phone was vibrating nonstop, notifications from TikTok, Twitter, Instagram. The interview clip. The reaction shot. His callout. It was all over the place.

And then, another message popped up.

@nettspend: “You good? ”

You stared at the screen, completely deadpan. You good? After all that?

You didn’t answer. Just closed your phone, leaned back, and let the noise roll around you like static.

You’d been dragged into his show once. It wasn’t happening again. If he wanted to use your beat to get a crowd reaction, fine. But next time?

He could try doing it without your name in his mouth.

You ignored his message.

At least, you tried to.

The next day, clips from the festival were everywhere. “Nettspend confronts Y/N live on stage,” “Underground’s messiest beef hits new level,” “The beat that started a war.” People were eating it up, remixing the moment into edits, fancams, reaction videos. Some even started tagging you both under posts like you were their favorite chaotic duo.

Two days later, you got tagged in a post from Nettspend. A black-and-white still of the stage, the screen behind him frozen on your face mid-reaction. His caption?

“She looked mad… but the beat was fire.”

Comments full of “they should just collab already.”

Later that night, a Dropbox link landed in your inbox.

Subject: “Bet you won’t.”

Inside: a rough vocal demo. Just him and a mic. No beat. Just a challenge.

You listened.

And to your absolute horror you liked it. Not the words, not the smug tone, but the potential. It was raw, full of ego and bite, but weirdly magnetic. Something about it clung to your brain like an earworm. He’d left room for a drop, for layers, for... you.

You stared at your laptop.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

No. Nope. Absolutely not.

But your fingers were already moving.

You didn’t tell anyone. You just stayed up late, tweaking 808s, slicing his breath, bending the vocal into something sharper, deeper. Then you layered your signature sound over it, clean, cinematic, a little aggressive. You exported it. Saved the file name as “ghost.wav.”

The next morning, you sent it back.

No words. Just the beat.

Ten minutes later, he replied: “Oh. So you do like me.”

You stared at your screen, half a laugh stuck in your throat.

You typed: “No. I just like shutting you up.”

His reply came back too fast.

“Then pull up and shut me up in person.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Typical. You could already hear his smug tone through the screen.

“You asking me to collab or catch a fade?” you shot back.

“Both. Depends how good the beat is.”

You weren’t smiling. You definitely weren’t. Except you were. A little.

Three days later, you showed up at the studio he sent the address to. You told yourself it was for business. Strictly work.

The second you walked in, he looked up from the soundboard, chewing gum and lounging like he didn’t just spend the last few months being your public enemy number one.

“Wow,” he said, slow, cocky. “You’re shorter than I thought.”

“And you talk more online than you do in your tracks,” you snapped back, dropping your bag next to the desk.

His grin widened.

You hated that you didn’t hate how it looked on him.

The tension was stupid. You sat down beside him, cracked open your laptop, and didn’t look at him as you plugged in.

“So?” he said. “You gonna produce, or just look mad and cute the whole time?”

You gave him a cold glance, fingers flying across your keyboard.

“You want a beat or a black eye?”

“Surprise me.”

And that was how it started. The worst session you ever had with someone. And somehow also the best.

He threw out ideas like challenges. You clapped back with production that made his jaw go tight. Every sound he laid down, you pushed harder. Somehow, the energy turned electric.

At one point, he stood behind you, leaning over your shoulder to hear a section you were tweaking. You pretended not to notice how close he was.

“You like the tension drop here?” you asked, eyes still on the screen.

“I like when you’re bossy,” he said, deadpan.

Your hand froze on the trackpad.

“Don’t get comfortable,” you said. “This isn’t a date.”

He chuckled low, like he knew something you didn’t.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But it’s sounding a lot like foreplay.”

You turned to face him, ready to say something, anything but his face was so close to yours you forgot what.

He looked smug.

You looked annoyed.

The air looked like it was about to explode.

You turned back to your screen.

“Shut up and record.”

And he did.

[ambrosykim]

ocs as types of love

tagged by @narrativefoiltrope to take this quiz for some ocs!! thank u erin <33 gonna do some ocs that are in my mind a lot (started out with like 4 ocs, but it evolved into... this. also it's fascinating to see who got the same type <3)

alex wiseman, sindri silversong - love that calms

this is sweet. i hope you know that you make others feel at ease around you. you're a gem, a blessing, a treasure – and you should know it. it's comfortable loving you. it's a privilege to be around you and to be let into your world.

angel andrews, zia lhalabar, zora hanak - love that heals

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

noa sano, alva kalesko - love that lasts

love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best – of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet – you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

saffron carnavon - love that strengthens

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

tagging @grapecaseschoices @griffin-wood @celticwoman @nerdferatum @rosykims and whoever wants to do this bc i love reading about ocs <3

[littlefanficprincess]

Parasitic

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Requested by: the-unhinged-raccoon

Word count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Leo brings a mutant egg to the lair and everything goes wrong.

(a/n): This is during the time April had to stay with the turtles because of the krang, but for some reason she is fully absent from this episode.

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(Y/n) hangs upside down on the couch in the Turtles' later. In her hands was a Japanese learning book, her eyes scanning the pages. She slowly kicks her legs back and forth, feeling a bit light headed.

She hears four pair of footsteps, alerting her that that her four green friends had returned. She closes the book and turns around to sit on the couch.

The (h/c)nette watches as they walk in. She eyes the weird object in Leonardo's arms, then the bump on his arm. She turns the others as he walks into Donnie's lab.

"Why is Leo holding that bean shaped thing?" She asks them, pointing towards the lab.

"It's an egg" Donnie correct.

"Alright, why is Leo holding an egg?" (Y/n) rephrases her question.

Raph crosses his arms. "We found it in a abandoned Krang lab. Leo got weird and went all protective over it, I think we should just smash it" He answers, still wondering what is going on with his brother.

"A big mutant wasp thingy stung him!" Mikey exclaims, leaning against the couch. "It was so nasty" He sticks his tongue out in disgust.

The three turtles and their human friend finally enter the lab. Leo had put down on a beanbag, staring at it.

Donnie grabs a scalpel and approaches the egg, crouching down to get a better look. "Fascinating" He mutters as he was about to cut open the egg.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Leo raises his arms, making Donnie stop in his tracks.

"Dissecting it" Donnie answers, noticing Leo's fingers were twitching.

Leo pushes his brother away from the egg, getting in between it and him. "Absolutely not! This is the only egg we have. We need to learn how it develops" He argues. "Well, then I guess I'll just keep staring at it" Donnie akwardly concludes, looking at the egg over Leo's shoulder.

"Good idea. From over there" The blue masked turtle points over to a spot, which Donnie moves to. Leo glares at him, which makes Donnie quickly walk over to where the others were standing.

Leo's stern expression melts away, he turns back to the egg. His right hand holds on to his left arm, just below where the bump was.

"Well, I think I will do something in the other room. Raph, Mikey, care to join me?" Donnie chimes. Even tho not saying her name, (Y/n) knew he was also inviting her if she wanted to.

"Not unless you get more specific" Mikey smiles. He gets pulled by the back of his mask out of the lab by Donnie. Raph follows behind, throwing a quick glance at (Y/n) and then Leo.

(Y/n) turns over to look at Leo, frowning. She hadn't seen Leo like that before, the closest was when he would watch his favorite cartoon.

She slowly approaches him, trying to not set him off. She sits down next to him, placing her hands on her knees. She also begin staring at the egg, wondering what would be so interesting about it.

She could swear she felt him looking at her. She glances over at him, seeing that he was still staring at the egg.

The girl shakes her head, getting uncomfortable. She stands up, brushing the dust off her clothes. "I'm gonna chill in the main area. If you need anything, just...give me a call" She walks out the door.

Leo's blue eyes were latched onto her figure as he leaves. He knew how she wouldn't hurt the egg, unlike his brothers. He suddenly grunts in pain as he head twitches and his pupils shrink. His cries weren't heard.

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The plan was to get Leonardo away from the egg. Using pizza, his favorite show, a valuable comic he has didn't seem to work. Now they had the last plan they could think of, (Y/n).

"Alright, (Y/n). All you need to do is just cry out to him. His hero complex can't just ignore a friend in need, right?" Donnie instructs. Raph and Mikey stand by the door of the lab, to see if it would have worked and possibly rush in and steal the egg.

(Y/n) clears her throat. "AH! LEO HELP!" She yells. She and Donnie looks over to Raph and Mikey for conformation, the shorter turtle shakes his head. Raph mumbles something under his breath, a scowl on his face.

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Getting up, (Y/n) was about to leave. "David and Dad are coming home soon, I should get going" She mutters, holding a bag to her side. She froze in place when she hears Leo's voice.

"Hold on! (Y/n), help!"

(Y/n) drops her bag and rushes to the laboratory. She pushes the door open, walking inside. "Leo, where are you?" She finds the place empty.

Her eyes widen when she realises what was going on. He used Donnie's plan against her, it was a trap. She barely gets time to react as Leo appears behind her. He grips her shoulders tightly, and then–

She hisses in pain as she feels his teeth pierce the skin of her neck. She could hear his heavy breathing, just able to make out something he said.

"Queen"

"What did you just call–" (Y/n)'s vision goes black, her body going limp. Before she could hit the ground, she was caught by Leo. She didn't even notice that his once blue eyes had become pitch black.

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Raphael sneaks through the lair, he notices something laying on the ground. Squinting his eyes, he regonises it was the bag belonging to (Y/n). His suspicions were raised, knowing that she wouldn't leave without it.

He climbs up the small staircase to the lab, pushing open the door. He approaches the egg, pulling out his sai, before noticing there was a figure sitting infront of it. They were smaller than Leo, (Y/n). "Wait, why are you...where is Leo?"

He turns around just in time to block a swing from Leo. "Leo, what are you doing?" He questions his brother, getting no answer.

Leonardo opens his eyes to reveal their were black. He grabs Raph by the arms and tosses him away, watching him slide away.

"If that thing hatches, it might try to eat us" Raph points to the egg. By now (Y/n) was sitting on the beanbag, hugging the egg. She observed the two with the same bug eyes, a noticeable bite mark on her neck.

Leonardo hisses, revealing slime dripping from his teeth into his mouth. He holds his Katana ready, glaring at the other turtle.

"All right, this freak show ends now" Raph proclaims, gasping. He stabs his sai towards Leo, which he blocks with his own weapon. The two go back and forth, deflecting eachothers' attack.

Raph gets a glance of the beanbag, noticing that (Y/n) had dissapeared from it. While he was occupied with fighting Leo, he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders. Her canine graces his skin, before the rest of her teeth sink in. "What the fuck did you do!?" He yells, letting out a small gasp.

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Mikey and Donnie wake up the next morning, finding that Raphael wasn't in his room. Then after entering the main area, they find (Y/n)'s bag laying on the concrete floor. Mikey gasps, picking up the bag and hugging it, "Oh no! Leo ate Gemstone!" He cried.

"As weird as Leo is acting, he definitely didn't eat (Y/n)" Donnie argues, shaking his head. He looks around, noticing the absence of his other brother, "Where is Raph?" He asks.

"He said he was going for the egg last night" Mikey answers, remembering what his older brother told him the night before. He lays (Y/n)'s bag on the couch, so no one would step on it.

The two turtles peak into the lab, expecting to just see Leo. Instead they saw Leo and Raph standing still, staring straight at the egg. Holding the egg was (Y/n), sitting in the beanbag. Her attention was also set on the egg, holding it protectively.

"Oh boy" Donnie mutters, realising how out of hand the situation has gotten. They watch as the two mutants pull out their respective weapons. "Uh, Raph? Heh, uh, what you up to there, bro?" Donnie akwardly greets.

Mikey leans in towards his taller brothers, whispering "Something's definitely wrong. He's gone all Leo-who's-not-Leo on us. (Y/n) is hugging that thing like it's her baby, so weird".

Glancing from Raph to (Y/n), he notices bite marks on each of them. A big one of (Y/n)'s neck and a smaller one on Raph's shoulder, most likely a chain reaction. "Look at his shoulder" He mutters.

(Y/n) raises her head, showing her pitch black eyes. They lock onto Donnie and Mikey, like a predator looking at its prey. She makes a sound that sounds almost like hissing.

Slowly, Raph and Leo turns around to face them. They aswell had pitch black eyes, looking like they came straight out of a horror movie.Backing away, Donnie explains "He got bit. Leo must've bitten (Y/n) and she had bit Raph".

Following his brother 's movement, Mikey calls out "Bros, snap out of it, dudes".

His pleads did nothing as Raph and Leo launch themselves at them. Mikey and Donnie flee put the lab, closing the door behind them, Mikey was quick to lock it with his nunchucks.

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And so chaos spread through the sewers, the brothers wrestling. Donnie and Mikey's objective was to get the egg to get a cure.

They had Leo tied up. (Y/n) And Raph had fled with the egg, somewhere hidden in the turtles' liar.

Panic sets in when Mikey and Donnie notice that the latter was bitten, most likely by Leo. Using Leo's blood, Donnie makes the first part of the cure. Mikey had to quickly knock him out as the infection sets in, but no before he himself got bitten.

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"Ugghh...my head" (Y/n) groans, rubbing her head. She tries to remember what happened before she passed out. She looks up to find a wasp coming right for her. She yelps, putting her arms infront of her.

Donnie appears, swatting the insect with his staff. The wasp was killed by Leo, two others wasps were taken care off by Raph and Mikey. Donnie turns to the girl, holding out his hand "Are you alright, (Y/n)?".

Taking his hand, (Y/n) pulls herself up. "Yeah, I think so. I had the craziest dream. Leo brought a weird egg here and then he bit me, I think I also bit Raph" She describes. She eyes the bite marks on each of turtles, making her cheeks warm up.

She perks when she remembers something. She rushes and grabs her bag from the couch. The (h/c)nette snatches her phone from it and unlocks it.

10:24

Skating with 🏒

20 minutes ago

"Oh sewer apples. I wish I could help you guys clean, but I have to go. Bye!" (Y/n) rambles, slinging her bag around her shoulders and runs off. Her sudden burst surprise the turtle brothers, making them curious.

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The ending is sudden to set up the next part, not based on a episode.