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eunis-sound · 8 years ago

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Hey guys guess who wrote a depressing TMNT au story.

It’s a little long so I put it under read more. Good luck!

A hush had fallen over the barn, the only noise the faint hum of an old computer in the corner. A dusty yellow bulb flickered on overhead, casting a dim light over the cluttered workspace.

Michelangelo padded softly across the wooden floor, carrying a paper plate, a plastic cup, and a few children’s books. His once busy mind was blank and desolate, his cheerful demeanor replaced with a reserved and guilty one.

The weight had settled on his chest about a week ago, when it all happened. The first twenty four hours after the bite were the worst. But his brother was okay, he’d be alright. Donnie would fix everything. Life could go back to normal.

Michelangelo’s hands shook, threatening to spill the food and drink he was carrying. “Hey Raph,” he croaked. “I brought you some pizza rolls and water.” When Mikey first discovered pizza rolls, he thought they were a gift from the heavens. Now he didn’t care about them. Everything tasted the same anyway - bland and unappetizing.

His brother looked up, blank eyes narrowed. A hollow hiss escaped his jaws.

A pang of guilt lanced through him. He knelt down in front of his infected brother, setting the things he’d carried in on the floor across from him. “Your wound looks good.” That was true. The bite mark had lost its scab and was beginning to heal over. The indentations of teeth were still visible, however.

Mikey had begun to get used to feeding Raphael, and while he was still careful not to get bitten, he wasn’t scared of him anymore.

He held up a pizza roll, poised it, and tossed it toward Raphael. He opened his mouth and caught it, chewed it, and swallowed it. A dull click sounded from his throat and he inched forward. He could only go so far though; chains bound him by his wrists and throat.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like some,” Mikey muttered. He tossed him another one. His brother caught this one too, his teeth gnashing and he chewed up the pizza roll. Mikey sorted through them, tossing him the cooled ones first and blowing on the other ones so they wouldn’t burn Raphael.

When they were all gone, Mikey stepped forward with the plastic cup of water. Raphael glared at him and hissed.

“Alright Raph, want some water?” He stood above his brother. He reached over to the untidy desk, his hand closing around a metal wrench. He always felt bad about this part, but he would rather make sure his brother was hydrated. Mikey edged closer, and as his brother lunged at him he swung the wrench into his mouth, pushing it back towards his molars so he couldn’t spit it out. Raphael hissed around the wrench, but he was cut off by Michelangelo pouring the water in his mouth. He sputtered and coughed half of it out before gulping down the rest with a blank glare.

Mikey pried the wrench from his jaws and leaped back, then sat across from him, watching as Raphael shook himself off and glared at him. A low growl came from his brother's throat, who was now hunched over on all fours, trying unsuccessfully to bite at his restraints.

Then Mikey turned to the stack of books he’d brought in. He shuffled through them and picked one out - Where the Wild Things Are. “How about this one?” He held up the book for Raphael to see.

Raphael narrowed his eyes and growled again, low and guttural.

“Ok, not that.” Mikey shifted through the books and held up another. “This?”

His brother looked at the cover and cocked his head, sniffing at the air.

A lump formed in Mikey’s throat; Raph used to read this book to him when they were younger. He flipped open the cover to The Very Hungry Caterpillar and began to read aloud. “In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf-”

The door swung open behind him with a loud creak. “Mikey, come eat.” Leonardo’s voice was tired but held a steely tone to it

“I’m not hungry,” Mikey grumbled, not even turning around.

“C’mon, you need to eat some time. It’s not healthy to just stop eating.” That was Donatello. His voice was knowledgeable and sympathetic.

“I’ll be fine,” Mikey said softly. “I’ll be in when Raph falls asleep.” He turned back to Raph and turned the page. “One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and-”

“Mikey…” Donnie put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Mikey hadn’t even heard him walk over. “You can come back out and read to him after you eat dinner. I promise.”

“Raph doesn’t need kids books to help him sleep,” Leo breathed, his voice cold and abrasive. A sliver of anger crept into his voice. He probably hates me.

“He might not but it’s the thought that counts,” Donnie said quietly. He took his hand off of Mikey’s shoulder. “If that’s how Mikey copes, let him.”

Leo muttered something under his breath that Mikey didn’t quite catch.

“Pardon?” Donnie asked.

“Nothing.”

“No, tell me. We need to be truthful, especially at a time like this.” Mikey could hear Donnie fold his arms around his thin frame.

“I said he wouldn’t have to cope if Raph was still okay.”

A wave of guilt slammed into Mikey and he turned his eyes to Leo. He saw rage and regret staring back at him, strong enough to make him shrink back.

“Leo-” started Donnie, but was quickly cut off by the leader.

“None of this would have happened if Mikey had followed the damn plan! How fucking hard is it?” He rounded on Mikey, his remaining eye burning with emotion. “You were supposed to stay in the van in case we needed to get out quick. But no, you had to screw it up! Look where it’s gotten us!” Leonardo gestured to Raphael, who in turn snarled at him, teeth glinting. “Now Raphael’s infected and I lost my fucking eyeball!” He took a step toward Mikey, fists clenched tight. “Maybe if you were actually useful, you’d-”

“Leonardo, STOP IT!” Donatello shoved his way between the Leonardo and Michelangelo with a hiss. He glared daggers at Leo. “Now is NOT the time for this. It wasn’t his fault.”

Leo hissed and stormed out of the barn, slamming the barn door behind him so hard it bounced back open with a creaky shudder.

“Mikey,” Donnie sighed. “Mikey he didn’t mean-”

“No. It’s… It’s the truth.” Michelangelo stood up, dusted off his kneepads, and started trudging toward the door.

“No, Mikey, it’s not.” His brother grabbed Michelangelo’s arm and held him back. He felt Donnie’s calloused hand run over countless battle scars lining his forearm. But it was Mikey’s job. Him and Leo had to protect their only chance at a cure. “You’re… You’re part of the team Mikey. We all love you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

Mikey paused. “I… I miss him.” He turned to look into Donatello’s eyes. “Don’t you blame me?”

Donnie sighed. His muddy red eyes were clouded with an emotion he couldn’t quite read. He looked exhausted from working day and night to try and fix their infected brother. “It’s not your fault. There’s plenty of times all of us have made mistakes-”

Mikey cut him off. “But none of them have gotten any of us this badly hurt. I’m sorry Don. I need some time alone.” He turned away from Donnie without waiting for a response and left the barn.

Mikey found underwater to be peaceful, a private sanctuary few people could enter. He could allow his mind to roam freely without the worry of an infected one springing out from behind a tree or a bush. His tears could flow with no one seeing.

He felt like he could stay there forever.

A faint voice brought him from his reverie. He opened his eyes to see a distorted figure at the surface, outlined by moonlight. He sighed a bubble of air. Reluctantly and with a purposeful slowness, he floated to the surface. Donatello met his gaze as Mikey’s head came up from the water. The tall turtle held out a hand for his brother.

Mikey took the hand Donnie offered him and pulled himself out. He turned his gaze to his brother, not even bothering to shake the water off of himself.

“Are you feeling better now? You’ve been under for about an hour.” The scientists voice was soft and concerned.

Mikey shrugged. He didn’t really feel like talking to anyone.

Donnie frowned and let out a soft sigh. “Well, let’s go back to the farmhouse. It’s not safe out here at night.”

Mikey nodded and traipsed listlessly alongside his brother, his mind still deep in his dark thoughts. Leonardo was right. I am just useless.

“Hey, Mikey…”

Michelangelo looked up to see the outline of Leonardo leaning against the farmhouse in the moonlight. He tensed and looked away. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

The leader took a step toward him and Mikey stumbled back. Leonardo stopped and sighed, turning his gaze to the ground.

“He doesn’t want to talk right now, Leo,” Donatello hissed, stepping in front of Mikey. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“Please, let me speak to him.” Leonardo was quiet.

Both turtles were quiet for a moment as Donnie gave him a hard stare. “Fine,” he growled. The tallest sibling stepped back but kept a wary eye on the eldest brother.

“Mikey, I’m sorry.”

Michelangelo said nothing. He nibbled at his lip instead, an absentminded habit that left his lips bloodied and sore some days. He didn’t care though. He barely ever felt it.

Leonardo sighed. “What I said back there, I didn’t mean it. I don’t know how I could be so horrible.” He turned his one-eyed gaze back to his little brother. “Michelangelo, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to say any of it. I never want to hurt you-” Here his voice faltered, and he had to regain his composure for a moment before continuing. “Can… Can you ever forgive me?”

The youngest brother stopped biting his lip and stared at the ground for another few moments. Anger swelled in his chest before turning to icy regret, sinking back into his stomach. “No,” he rasped.

Leonardo furrowed his brow and slumped. His face showed anger, and then sadness, and then confusion. “W-why not? I never meant any-”

“Because everything you said is true.” Michelangelo turned his baby blue eyes up to his eldest brother’s single remaining cobalt eye. He held his gaze there for a moment longer before pushing past his brother and going inside.

#tmnt au #tmnt #my writing #go easy on me ugh #tmnt zombie au #leo being rude as always #donnie #mikey #raph #leo #i love making everyone suffer

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