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- Knows very little Japanese. Can pick put a few words in a sentence, but he is lost otherwise. Bro is struggling enough with some English words /hj

- Bro LOVES visual arts. He's super creative and designs a lot of different things for fun! He's the one who also sews the others' clothing and whatnot if they've been damaged after a battle AND sometimes helps Donnie design things for inventions or do a paint job

- When it comes to the whole bug thing, he's not too interested in them, but doesn't mind them. There's a few he likes, like the fuzzy moths. He's more of an animal guy, though.

- He's SUPER sweet and energetic. He doesn't like when things are sad or tense. He likes to try and lighten the mood. He does occasionally have his moments where he can't stay the sunshine character, but they don't happen too often.

- Only reason he's considered the therapist is because he's the most in touch with his feelings and tries to help the others do the same. He does, however, try to ignore his sadder feelings to where his brothers might be the ones helping him, but again, that's because he doesn't like those feelings. He likes being the happy guy who helps others.

- He's a very affectionate guy. Sometimes, he forgets about boundaries when super excited but will apologize and back up if need be. He just loves spreading the love!

- He tries to befriend people. He knows when he can't at times but tries at least a little bit. Only moments he doesn't make an attempt is if he gets SUPER bad feelings about someone. If Mikey doesn't trust someone, you shouldn't either until further investigation.

- Likes to pull a few pranks every now and that but never goes too far and makes sure not to be a HUGE brat about it (rarely can be, though). He just likes to have a little fun and keep things interesting.

- Can sometimes be a little too lighthearted in dark moments... doesn't mean to, but he doesn't always have the appropriate energy during certain times. He'll try and fix it, though.

- Can be a bit snippy at times. When he's mad, he's MAD. Doesn't always last long, but the aggression is natural for his species (same goes for Raph)

- Usually the cook/baker of the family. His brothers can cook too, but they're not as good as he is, and he doesn't always trust them in the kitchen. There's been a few... 'incidents'

- Second strongest and most skilled in the family. He's super playful with how he fights, and it leaves him unpredictable.

- ADHD child fr

- Goofs off a bit more than Leo, but he's better at turning it off when he needs to. If the situation is serious, he's better at taking it as such.

- He's not necessarily dumb. He's just a bit oblivious sometimes and not as educated as the others. Occasionally, things go in one ear and out the other if he's already focused on something else.

- His gap tooth is natural (like Donnies), and he thinks it adds to his cuteness factor. He tries to convince Donnie not to be so insecure about his, but it isn't always successful

- He is baby, he is sweet puppy and we love him very much

If you wanna know more, feel free to ask!

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More scenes from my TMNT 2016 Depressed Mikey fanfic "Pale Sunlight Clouded"

Recent.

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Donatello had finished typing in the most recent notes when his tech scanners gave a gentle alert. Relief flooded him and he turned, walking to the medical bed, smiling automatically.

His "patient" wasn't smiling. It was to be expected. Don sat in the chair and kept his hands in his lap. "Welcome back, Mikey. How do you feel?"

Michelangelo gave him a deeply sad look that had become disturbingly familiar, eyes glazed. "Tired. Th-thirsty."

Donnie nodded and grabbed a nearby water bottle. He slid one hand under his brother's head, lifting it, and helped him drink. Michelangelo had always had a habit of not hydrating enough after his skateboarding adventures. Don giving him water was pure instinct.

When half the water was gone, Mike's head lolled against Don's hand, so the scientist set the bottle aside and lightly massaged the poor concussed scalp, and with his free he felt Mikey's burning forehead, just to confirm the biosensors.

Mikey squeezed his eyes, groaned, clenched his teeth, and then widened his eyes. "Dude, I feel like shit. All I did was fall on my face."

Donnie didn't let his smile waver. "Well, you've got a high fever, since as it turns out, couple of your scrapes got infected. Including this one." And he ran his finger down the diagonal stitches on Mike's forehead, which the orange mask wouldn't quite conceal.

"... oh. Is that why my right hand is throbbing?"

"Yup. Casey got us plenty of medicine."

Mike licked his lips and swallowed a few times. Donnie bit his lip, took some deep deep breaths, and prepared.

Michelangelo stared at him, dilated and glassy and clouded eyes working puzzles. "I... kinda remember having another seizure?"

Breathe out, breathe in. Donatello smiled gently again and took Mikey's hand in both of his. "Yeah, it scared Raph shitless and Leo lost color. April and I had to kick them out of the lab. That-that was yesterday. I think Raphie is calm now."

Mikey jerked upright, before Don easily pushed him down. "Wait, a whole day? Doonnniieee, what did I miss? You guys didn't eat all the pizza? Am I in toble fr running way? Will Sensei pu me ih the Ha'Shi? I don't feel good, I don't wanna!"

"Whoa, hey, hey, easy! You're not in trouble, little brother, I promise. There's plenty of pizza. Splinter is really worried for you. I mean, you came home with a gash in your head and a heavy concussion, you'll be on bed rest for a while." Mentally, Donnie was already cataloging those obvious slips in his brother's language processing; that was very bad, and there was no way he could tell his family until he could get more information. He squeezed Mikey's hand a little harder.

"Something else is up, dude," and Mikey's solemn voice jolted him. "You leaving somethin' out, Donnie. There's something really wrong with me and you nnn-know wuh-what it probly is."

Oh damn it, why was Mikey so... so empathic? He had to choose his words carefully; Michelangelo had the weirdest intuition and creepily uncanny cunning insight. "Mike...Mikey, there's a bunch of tests I still need to run to confirm, and and with our mutations there's no telling how your neurology will respond..."

Those summer blue eyes narrowed and seemed to crack around the edges. Mikey grinned in a way that seemed predatory. "Yeah but you do got a theory. You have that look, Donnie. You already figured it out, it's what you do. So spill. Tell me."

He bit his lip harder. "Mikey, I really don't think I can..."

But Michelangelo cleared his throat. And then his little brother pulled a trick from Don's own book."Do it, Donnie, tell me." Shaking, sweating, horribly pale, still grinning, Mikey pushed himself up on his elbows and fixed Don with puppy eyes brightened by fever. "Do it, do it, do it, not gonna stop til you do it!"

Donnie's mouth dropped open. "You cheeky brat, you... Okay, fine."

Mikey produced that famous cheeky grin and lay back with a light huff. "I always get my way."

Donnie kept both his hands over his brother's hand, and he felt his mouth tremble. "Epilepsy, Mikey. Temporal Lobe. You know what that means, right?"

Mikey blinked very slowly and did not move. "I watch medical dramas, dude, I read books. I know what it is."

Donnie let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose."Good, right. Okay, and as I said, this is my theory as family medic but..."

"Don," Michelangelo said softly. He had settled back against his pillow, and his gaze was huge, dark, full of an emotion Don couldn't quite read. "It's okay. I'm okay. I... I kinda already know."

Donatello stared. The corner of his mouth twitched up. "And how could you already know you might have epilepsy when I only just told you?"

Mikey's next smile managed to be bashful, anxious, arrogant, and and overly knowing at the same time."I... Um, I dreamed about it? For a week?"

Donatello was still staring unsure of what to do, right up until the voice of their hothead brother carried into the lab, calling Don's name, furiously asking about Mike. Donnie's shoulders instinctively straightened and his eyes narrowed.

Mikey shot him a worried look and gripped his hand.

Raphael sounded downright terrified.