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[chil-aglia]

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO CARD

Hey y’all, so remember when I said I’m doing a bad things happen bingo card thing? Well….I GOT THE CARD LETS GOOO

Now I haven’t done these before so bear with me.

RULES TO SUBMIT REQUESTS!

Has to be set in the ROTTMNT universe (during the show/present timeline/apocalypse timeline/movie timeline, an AU of sorts (I mean these bingo spots are basically all AU’s) etc, etc

Main character to write has to be my OC’s (Giovanni, Adriaen, Ronin, Three/Luca. You are also free to suggest Caden. I’ll even throw in Nico and Matt)

Canon characters can be part of it too. Like for example, Leo is helping Adriaen. Or Donnie and Ronin are there together doing whatever it is they are doing. Ya know? Kinda like the prompt ideas

You’re free to submit more than one prompt space for the bingo card. And you’re free to go crazy with your ideas

For the NSFW ones, I’ll be posting those on my NSFWblog, but you can submit the ideas here.

Make sure you also tell me that your request/ideas are for the bad things happen bingo! Otherwise, I won’t know

The fics will be posted here on tumblr and on my Ao3 (I’ll post a link to that after I get some suggestions)

No t-cest btw.

You’re free to draw art for these and idk, tag me or something

And that’s all. If I think of more, I’ll keep adding to it. But other than that…GO, GO, GO, SUBMIT YOUR IDEAS!

You can either comment the ideas here or send it through the ask box!

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Sacrifice: Nico is to blame for the Krang finding their base. Is to blame for death of innocent people. Nico needs to fix this. And there’s only one way to end this. Find the Key…stop the Krang.

Mind Rape: Krang Prime has Caden in his clutches. Terrifying him. Torturing his mind and soul. Caden needs an out, he can’t take it. Leo has to take charge now, and god damn if he couldn’t save Caden then he’ll never forgive himself.

Not afraid of you anymore: Giovanni is not the same scared little boy he once was. He’s grown. He’ll do what it takes to defend his family, especially from the EPF. Even if it means hurting someone.

Rape/non-con: Ronin has survived many dangerous things, has been through many battles. Has seen and experienced the ugliness in others. Now…it’s his turn to finally get some closure.

Cry into chest: Giovanni has tried to keep it together. He has been doing well since returning home. It’s only a few nightmares he gets. So why does he still cry? Why is his father comforting him like he’s a little boy?

Flashbacks: A younger Giovanni AU version, where he is fighting against Hypno but gets hit by a mind spell, resulting for him getting visions of his past making him now vulnerable.

Cabin fever: Things are getting a little paranormal in the cabin the turtles are staying in. What’s horrifying is that they are being stalked. And Adriaen is the one trying to fight, or else they die.

Panic attack: Adriaen hasn’t slept in weeks. It’s making him feel like he’s going insane. All because of the ominous white door that has continually been haunting him. He can’t take it anymore.

Self-harm: Ronin runs into the turtles, much to annoyance as he some cuts on his body, but he can’t let the others see. But he’s doing a horrible job at it.

Brainwashing: Ronin is hit with a mystical force that alters his brain. Forcing him to see everything as a threat. Forcing him to think and act like the days he spent in the Battle Nexus arena.

Therapy Session: Giovanni is convinced to give Therapy a go. With the help from his brother Mikey, Giovanni is actually doing well. Until he isn’t upon coming to a party for him.

Drugged: Getting sent back in time was bound to mess with Nico sooner or later. But meeting a human he only heard stories of in person? Getting drugged by them? That was a whole new mess Nico wasn’t used to.

Amputation: The Krang have been defeated but the infected people of New York still linger around. Adriaen sadly has been faced to face with one the more aggressive infected. His leg is covered in the slime, and it stings, burns. They have to take it off. They have to take away his leg.

Addiction/withdrawal: Ronin had always had bad coping mechanisms. Especially during difficult times. But he knows a way for him to feel…free. He can survive perhaps a few days maybe even 2 weeks at most without the drug. But not for long. It won’t take long for him to crack.

Forced to beg: Caden can’t come out of his meditative state. He’s trapped himself in his mind, the pressure getting too much for him. Leo and the others are begging for him to snap out of it, begging for Caden to wake up.

Body horror: Adriaen has a horrifying nightmare about the others turning into creepy monsters/creatures, he ends up having a massive panic attack after he wakes up from the nightmare and Leo is there to calm him down.

All of the other reindeer: It’s not his fault that he had some adult turtle, the leader of the Resistance inside his head. People need to learn that he’s not Leo. He can’t be Leo. So why…why do they insist that he is Leo?

Suicide attempt: Three can't take it anymore. The memories, the pain. It was all torturous for him. Huh…when did he get to this roof?

“I know you’re in there somewhere. Fight”: Matt knows his twin brother is still inside. Underneath all that Krang gunk. That is still his brother. And Matt is going to bring him back.

Forced to hurt someone: Ronin’s first battle in the Battle Nexus (May or may not be canon to the story, but we’ll see)

Non-consensual touching: Being already triggered with immense touching was annoying for Dante. But he powered through it, he had to, especially during his monthly check ups with the doctors in base. But this certain doctor…they just kept touching and touching.

Childhood trauma: Three recalls some trauma from his childhood days with Baron Draxum after witnessing Leo being shocked by the shock collar made by Donnie (takes place during Donnie’s Gifts) (not canon to the actual story for Three)

Shock collar: It was only a prank. Matt found this weird collar, remembering that his uncle invented it and showed it to him. He thought it was fine. But then he just couldn’t take it off. It malfunctioned.

Non-consensual kiss: Everyone’s first kiss is suppose to be…magical? Amazing? Caden wasn’t too sure, he’s heard the stories but never actually experienced one himself. Until…he did, but it didn’t feel right.

Touch starved: Three gets injured, he hates himself because of it. He doesn’t think he deserves the help from his family, more so from Leo. But even he can get clingy when someone shows him the slightest bit of comfort.

[chilagliasnsfwblog]

Ronin, are you doing okay? (BTHB)

Based off my Bad Things Happen Bingo card

Link to the fic on Ao3: Ronin, are you doing okay? - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide, and not entirely canon to Ronin's backstory

Bingo slot: Rape/non-con

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; Rape/non-con, PTSD, murder, sexual assault, past rape, past sexual assault, implied dissociation, trauma, blood, etc

Summary: Ronin has survived many dangerous things, has been through many battles. Has seen and experienced the ugliness in others. Now…it’s his turn to finally get some closure.

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It hurts.

THRUST

It’s tearing me apart.

THRUST, THRUST

Stop it! No more. You’ve made your fucking point—

SLAM

It burns. Burning my insides.

Panting and grunting heard above as Ronin kept going in and out of a daze. His body felt numb, but he still felt so sore. Dry tears stains down his cheeks as he takes in large deep breaths whenever he has a chance.

He looked around a few times, to remind himself where the hell he was.

Inside the training gym where yokai would train and get buff before they leave for battle. Ronin hardly ever used this place, but when he did, he admits it was mostly used for him to shit-stir his opponents.

Get them to falter and crack so it would be easy to take them down when they enter the arena with him. He also did it to let off steam. Either after an argument with Big Mama or simply just having one of his episodes.

Ronin shakes, trembling as he felt the hands of the yokai behind gripping his ass, slapping it as Ronin let out a choked sob on instinct, his hand shakily moving to grip the arm behind him, in attempt to push off the greedy yokai that just didn’t know when to stop.

Ronin supposed he might’ve deserved this. He was talking smack, hoping to rile him up enough to get him to become blind with nothing other than rage.

Rage always makes the fighter unable to think properly. Making them easy targets.

But this time? Ronin was the one getting roughly handled. Recalling the moments earlier when he was suddenly picked up by the throat, slammed down hard onto the floor a few times before being thrown to the wall, coughing as the wind was knocked out of him.

The yokai had said something along the lines of ‘time to teach you a lesson, Champion’. And before Ronin could even register what was going on, he was turned around, being pinned down against the training mat, ass up in the air as he squirms.

He felt the sickening touch of something wet and big grazing against his ass, and then…came the agonising stretch of the big dick going inside of him.

Completely unprepared as Ronin shouts in pain and terror, trying to fight back to be released, but perhaps he was in too much shock, or felt like he was being paralysed. He couldn’t move. Having no energy to fight back.

His throat became raw with sobs and cries for help and telling the yokai to stop. Begging him to stop all together. Claiming that the lesson was learnt. Whatever the hell the lesson even was for him.

Eventually Ronin just…gave up. Every now and then he’d choke and mutter out a ‘please stop’ before he would be silenced with a hard and sharp thrust, the insides of him jiggling around it felt like.

Ronin felt the cum of the yokai trailing down from his ass to his legs. What Ronin hated the most was how his own body reacted. He knew it was natural, it didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

He would cum to, and even that was painful, like he was being pinched over and over.

He lost count on how long he was like this. But finally…finally, the yokai pulled out and tossed Ronin to the side, the young turtle straining out a groan of utter agony as he lay limply on the floor.

His eyes unfocused, everything seeming to be nothing but white noise for his inner ear. His mouth dry and burning as he exhaustedly watched the yokai pull his pants up.

The yokai was a reptile, lizard perhaps. He wasn’t entirely sure of the species, but nonetheless, he saw the lips of his assaulter move, talking to him, but Ronin couldn’t hear.

He looked away, lifting his head slightly to see the damage done to him. It was very hard to properly see, but he did see splotches of red on the mat, and smeared blood against his thighs.

Ah…he bled.

He blankly stared, the lizard guy having left moments ago. Ronin’s body trembles, cautiously he lays back down, closing his eyes.

He had no energy to move from this position. Not yet at least. He supposed he felt lucky that the gym only occupied him now. Being assaulted without anyone nearby.

He also felt dumb…why did he antagonise a former champion when he was alone? Known for his hot headed temper and unpredictable nature?

Maybe he deserved it. It felt like it was his fault after all.

So tired…

He closed his eyes.

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When Ronin opened his eyes after falling asleep, he was met with the sight of the unfamiliar ceiling, along with the darkness of the world.

The lights were off, but there was some light creeping in through the window. Lightly groaning he sat up, rubbing his face to get rid of any sleepiness as he took a look around, his eyes fell upon the yokai in the bed with him, a fox.

For a moment he was confused on who she was, until he recalled last night how they met in a bar, one thing led to another and before he knew it, they booked a hotel room and had sex.

Ronin didn’t even remember her name. Or even remembered the sex itself all that well. Was it good? Bad? Mediocre?

He couldn’t recall. But he also didn’t care.

Slowly and quietly, he got out of the bed, careful to not wake up his one-night stand before he grabs his belongings and tiptoes out the room.

It was very early, 4AM early where the sun was only just rising. Ronin had woken up feeling…off.

He didn’t know why, but he had a nasty dream about the first time he was—

…..

He couldn’t even say it. Not wanting to admit that he had been assaulted during the time he was a Battle Nexus champion. He felt like if he said the R word, it would mean he was a victim. And Ronin didn’t like that.

It was his fault, right? For ticking off the guy.

Ronin hadn’t had that dream in a while now, so what brought it on? Was it because he was having sex? An act of way to forget his trauma?

He didn’t want to think too hard about it. It’s not like he was going to experience that again. Or at least he hoped not.

His stomach growls, making him wince before exhaling, he hadn’t eaten anything since the day before last night. He had been so busy doing his job that he forgot to feed himself. That was normal for him at times.

Glancing around, he wonders if there were any cafe’s open during this time. Most likely not, everyone was still asleep.

Continuing to stroll down the empty streets of the Hidden City, tired already from lack of a good night's sleep, he rubs his eyes, yawning as he turns a corner, unexpectedly bumping into a firm chest.

He staggers back, rubbing his snout as he looks up, opening his mouth to mumble an apology for bumping into them.

But when he saw who it was…he froze.

The yokai seemed to have the same reaction, freezing in place as they stared at each other.

Ironic…how it was this yokai Ronin bunked into. The very same Yokai that rap—

…still couldn’t say that word.

“You….” The lizard muttered out, instantly recognising Ronin who felt the air inside his lungs leaving him. He felt small.

His mind reminds himself of their last interaction with each other. That happened a few years ago.

Ronin couldn’t really think clearly, the more he gawked at his past assaulter…the more pissed he was becoming.

“You’ve grown up, little one—“

A mistake on his part for so much as taking a step forward to Ronin. The mutant turtle flexed his hand out almost instantly, where his sword was summoned into his grip and when he felt the hilt of his blade in his palm.

He thrusts forward, growling with a heated glare as he stabs the lizard in the leg, making him cry out in pain and collapsing to his knees. Ronin pulls the sword out, kicking the lizard to the ground and stomping on his chest as Ronin zeroed in on him.

He should make him pay. Make him suffer.

Should he do what the lizard yokai did to him all those years ago?

No…the thought of being inside this guy was enough to make Ronin feel sick, holding in a gag that crept up his throat.

His eyes glazed over to the already blood-stained steel.

Ah…but there were other ways to make someone feel pain.

Ronin flips the yokai onto his chest so that Ronin was now standing on his back, pinning him to the ground as he raised his sword, not giving any sort of warning before thrusting it down and embedding the yokai in his back.

He made sure to not hit any vital points, after all why should he get the easy way out?

It’s much more pleasurable if he suffered slowly and painfully.

“How’s it feel now that the tables have turned?” He uttered out, stabbing again while the yokai beneath him shouts, clawing at the ground.

“You bastard…you thought you were so tough!”

STAB

“You have no idea the shit I've been through since then!”

STAB

“I hope you know I’m enjoying this.”

STAB

Ronin raised his sword up, aiming for the neck.

“You damn rapist!”

He swings the blade down, watching it go through the neck as the yokai gurgles on his own blood, sucking in whatever life he had left before he went limp under Ronin.

The mutant turtle pulls the sword out and hops off the lizard. He knew he was dead, but he was still pissed. He figured maybe he should spit on him, but he couldn’t risk leaving his DNA behind for the police.

So, he just kicked him over and over until satisfied.

He flicks the sword, wiping the blood clean off before sheathing it into his holster. He noticed how he had been splattered with blood all over.

Making him scoff and turn away. Heading in the direction of home.

He felt great, smirking to himself. Like some weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Maybe he should do that to all his past assaulters.

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Bad things happen bingo (CLOSED)

[chil-aglia]

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO CARD (again)

Hey y’all, so remember when I said I’m doing another bad things happen bingo card thing? Well….I GOT THE CARD LETS GOOO

RULES TO SUBMIT REQUESTS!

Has to be set in the ROTTMNT universe (during the show/present timeline/apocalypse timeline/movie timeline, an AU of sorts (I mean these bingo spots are basically all AU’s) etc, etc

Main character to write has to be my OC’s (Giovanni, Adriaen, Ronin, Three/Luca. You are also free to suggest Caden. I’ll even throw in Nico, Matt, Dante, Atlas, Zak and Sylas)

You are also free to request for Leo from my FTNTH AU!

Canon characters can be part of it too. Like for example, Leo is helping Adriaen. Or Donnie and Ronin are there together doing whatever it is they are doing. Ya know? Kinda like the prompt ideas

You’re free to submit more than one prompt space for the bingo card. And you’re free to go crazy with your ideas

For the NSFW ones, I’ll be posting those on my NSFWblog, but you can submit the ideas here.

Make sure you also tell me that your request/ideas are for the bad things happen bingo! Otherwise, I won’t know

The fics will be posted here on tumblr and on my Ao3 (I’ll post a link to that after I get some suggestions)

No t-cest btw.

You’re free to draw art for these and idk, tag me or something

And that’s all. If I think of more, I’ll keep adding to it. But other than that…GO, GO, GO, SUBMIT YOUR IDEAS!

You can either comment the ideas here or send it through the ask box!

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Tortured for information: After a heated argument with his brothers, Three steps out to cool off, only to be captured by the Earth Protection Force. Awakening in a sterile lab, he finds himself at the mercy of Agent John Bishop, who subjects him to relentless torture in pursuit of information about his origins and the turtles’ whereabouts. Despite the agony, Three refuses to break, clinging to his sense of loyalty, defiance, and the family he’s only just begun to accept.

Biting: Leo loses control during a moment of intense stress and nearly bites Donnie, his instincts overpowering his rational mind. Though no harm is done, the guilt hits him like a freight train. But Donnie doesn’t let him go that easy. With calm understanding, Donnie reminds Leo that he's not defined by his worst moments, and gently offers a solution, to give Leo an outlet for those urges without hurting anyone.

Self Harm:

Starvation:

Trying not to cry: Tensions run high when Leo and Raph clash in a heated argument that ends with Leo being harshly called a "monster." Shaken and overwhelmed, Leo slips away under the guise of needing fresh air. But the weight of the words cuts deeper than he lets on. Just as he's on the verge of breaking down, Mikey stumbles upon him. Leo struggles to keep his emotions hidden, not wanting his little brother to see him so vulnerable, but Mikey's quiet support gently breaks through his defenses. In the end, Leo allows himself to be comforted, finding unexpected solace in his baby brother’s unwavering compassion.

Gaslighting:

Stabbing:

Setting a broken bone:

Didn’t want to be saved:

Non-consensual touching:

Forced to hurt someone:

Sleep deprivation:

Muzzled:

Attacked in their sleep:

Paralysed by fear:

Overdose:

Overprotectiveness: While exploring the Hidden City, the Turtles are ambushed by a group of witches with a grudge against Donnie. Separated from Raph, the trio is caught off guard and lightly injured in the scuffle. But the sight of his brothers bleeding, even if it’s just a scratch, is enough to send Leo into a monstrous rage.

Minor character death:

“I’m fine.”:

Suicide Attempt:

Sound Torture:

I deserve this:

Body image issues:

Stranded/lost:

Backhand slap:

[chil-aglia]

Hi! I saw FTNTH amongst the requestable stuff and oh, I got a request for the new bingo.😇

Bingo slot: Biting

Characters: FTNTH Leo and Donnie (please I need my fix of disaster twins.)

Plot: I don’t have anything super specific in mind. Just something about Leo being all bitey and almost biting Donnie. Then he’s  feeling super bad about it (Just give me a full course of self hatred,  pretty please!) And Donnie comforts him. Maybe give him chewelry or something.

Of course only if it aligns with the AU. ( IDK if FTNTH Leo would bite) If not,  then just surprise me! Anything with Disaster twins hurt/comfort + the slot works for me.

This will be marked off as 'Biting' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: Teeth and Tears - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Teeth and Tears

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of FTNTH

Bingo slot: Biting

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my AU

Warnings; Mental health struggles, slight self-harm, suicidal ideation, predatory urges, body horror, dissociation, and emotional distress

Summary: Leo loses control during a moment of intense stress and nearly bites Donnie, his instincts overpowering his rational mind. Though no harm is done, the guilt hits him like a freight train. But Donnie doesn’t let him go that easy. With calm understanding, Donnie reminds Leo that he's not defined by his worst moments—and gently offers a solution, to give Leo an outlet for those urges without hurting anyone.

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Leo sat hunched on the cold concrete floor, of the darkness of his room, his breathing ragged, his claws twitching against his palms as he clutched his head.

His tail writhed behind him like a live wire.

“Pathetic.”

The voice slithered through his mind, smooth and venomous.

Shut up. 

He clenched his eyes shut, digging the edge of his claws into his skin, hoping pain would anchor him. 

Shut up. Shut up.

“How are you the leader if you’re the one messing up everything?”

His jaw clenched, teeth gritting hard enough he felt his molars pulse. The words weren’t foreign anymore. Zarynthia’s voice had made itself too familiar.

“Leonardo, the leader in blue? Haha! Don’t make me laugh. You're a monster. Waiting for the right time to strike.”

Strike?

His breath hitched. His nostrils flared. The metallic tinge of blood clung to the inside of his nose even though no one was bleeding near him. His brothers were fine. Safe. Sleeping.

He wasn’t.

“How does the colour red look upon your opponents? When you kill them. Sink your teeth into their flesh and just rip—”

“Stop it!” Leo screamed, voice cracking, wild and raw.

But no one heard.

He collapsed forward onto all fours, trembling violently. The sensation coiled in his gut like a starving animal. His tongue felt dry, his mouth thick with saliva he didn’t remember swallowing. His muscles ached, not from training or from a battle, but from restraint.

He was hungry. Not for pizza. Not for snacks.

For prey.

The idea alone made him gag as he stumbled toward the far wall, pressing his forehead to the cool concrete, trying to will it away. 

Ever since he was cursed he had been gaining the urge to hunt. To bite into anything that would move or bleed for him. He was disgusted with himself, he knew his species of turtles was somewhat cannibalistic, but he hardly acted upon it, unless he was joking around.

But this wasn’t a joking manner anymore. He really felt like he could hurt someone if he was given an opportunity to. 

Zarynthia often encouraged him to let loose, to have fun. But Leo did what he could to ignore the strange, deeper foreign urges. Still, waking up to feeling like this was horrible itself.

He remembered Draxum once mentioning something about his mutated DNA, his predatory instincts. They were supposed to be dormant. Inactive.

But Zarynthia had awakened something else in him.

And now?

He was scared of himself.

His stomach growled, but it didn’t sound natural. It sounded low, guttural, like a snarl deep within his core. He curled his claws into the wall, scraping it with enough force to leave white lines behind.

He needed to breathe. Focus. Meditate. Do something other than think about—

Meat.

Blood.

Tearing.

“No.” Leo whimpered, falling back, holding himself, eyes wide and glowing faintly. “I won’t—I won’t.”

From the shadows behind him, a soft knock.

“Leo?”

It was Donnie.

His young twin brother.

Leo’s head snapped toward the sound instinctively, pupils narrowing, body tensing like a beast disturbed in its den.

His breath was audible.

He didn’t say anything.

Donnie took a cautious step inside. “You…okay? I heard you shout…”

Leo could smell him from here. His blood. His warmth. His heartbeat.

The beast inside stirred.

Leo scrambled away to the farthest wall, shielding his face, his fangs bared—not in threat, but fear. “Get out, Dee. Please. Don’t come closer.”

Donnie paused. “...Leo?”

“Go!” He roared.

But, while Donatello did in fact flinched, he didn’t run. He looked at his brother—his big twin brother, not the leader, not the hero. Just Leo, who was curled in the dark and shaking like a child terrified of the monster under his bed.

Only Leo was the monster now.

“I’m not gonna leave you.” Donnie whispered softly.

Leo covered his ears, tail wrapping tight around his leg. He wasn’t sure if it was to keep himself from lashing out… or to stop himself from lunging.

The hunger wouldn’t go away.

But neither did Donnie.

And that somehow was way worse.

His idiot brother stepped closer. Either ignoring the obvious signs of danger, or just lacking every ounce of self-preservation.

He knelt within arm’s reach.

Leo’s mouth watered.

Donnie reached out, slow and careful. His hand hovered near Leo’s shell, just a gentle touch. Just a connection.

Don’t do it, Donnie.

Leo tried to speak, tried to shout, don’t touch me!

But his voice failed him.

And his instincts took over.

His body twisted.

His fangs flashed.

His pupils shrank to slits.

With a monstrous snarl, he lunged.

Donnie yanked his arm back just in time.

Leo’s jaws snapped shut inches from his twin’s hand. The crack of his bite echoed in the silence. He would’ve crushed bone.

They froze.

Donnie’s breath came fast. Panicked. Leo’s eyes, still clouded with hunger, widened with sudden clarity. Horror overtook him.

“D-Donnie… I…”

He stumbled backward, ripping himself away from his brother like he was contagious. He turned his back, covering his mouth, shoulders hunched with shame. His shell spines raised. His tail coiled around him protectively.

He almost bit Donnie’s hand off.

He was a monster.

A freak.

Zarynthia was right.

It was only a matter of time.

Donnie remained frozen for a moment, staring at his hand. Miraculously still attached. He flexed his fingers, blinking, then took a long breath to calm his pounding heart.

He knew Leo had been spiraling.

He knew the curse was changing him.

But this? This was too close.

Donnie swallowed thickly. Then his eyes widened, just slightly as an idea struck him.

Without a word, he quietly turned and walked out of the room.

He had a plan.

And if Leo wouldn’t ask for help, then Donnie would force the help into his life anyway. Because if Leo wasn’t going to protect himself from the monster within.

Then Donatello would.

The door clicked shut.

And with it, Leo’s composure crumbled completely.

He sat there, motionless at first. Still hunched, still in the dark. His breath was shallow and broken, like every inhale was a question he didn’t want to answer.

“I almost bit him.”

The words slipped from his mouth in a breathless whisper, as if saying it would erase the truth.

“I almost bit Donnie.”

His little brother. His twin. His family.

He clutched his head tighter, curling in on himself, spine arched, claws digging into his scalp like he was trying to scrape out whatever Zarynthia had buried inside.

It wouldn’t come out.

He could still feel the ghost of Donnie’s warmth. The scent. The pulse. The hunger.

A dry sob shook his shoulders.

“I’m a monster…” He croaked. “I’m a freaking monster.”

He slammed a fist into the wall beside him. Again. Again. The dull pain blossomed up his arm, but he welcomed it. It was the only thing that felt real.

“I should’ve just let Draxum finish me off when he had the chance on the damn roof.” He growled, teeth bared, breath hitching between the cracks of his voice. “At least then I wouldn’t be like this.”

This thing that barely resembled the Leo he used to be. This unstable, cursed, hungry creature hiding in the dark like some villain from a horror movie.

He couldn’t even look at his reflection anymore. Every time he passed a mirror, all he saw were the things that weren’t his. The fangs. The eyes. The tail. The need.

His stomach growled again, and Leo flinched, disgusted.

“You’re not me…” He spat to his own gut, to the twisted voice curled inside his instincts. “You don’t own me.”

But didn’t it?

Didn’t it just now?

He had lunged.

If Donnie hadn’t moved in time, if he’d been a fraction slower—

Leo clutched his mouth with both hands, a gag forcing its way up his throat. He doubled over and dry heaved, bile burning his tongue.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and this time, he didn’t stop them. They rolled freely down his cheeks, hot and silent.

“Raph was supposed to be leader.” He whispered brokenly. “He was better at it. Stronger. Smarter.”

He laughed, but it was hollow. Cracked.

“Hell, even Mikey wouldn’t have snapped his fangs at Donnie.”

What kind of leader loses control?

What kind of brother turns into a threat?

What kind of freak wakes up starving for blood?

“You’re nothing.” The familiar, antagonising voice slithered in again, softer now. Not taunting. Just cold. “You’re a danger. They’ll see it soon enough. They’ll stop you before you hurt someone.”

Leo shook his head violently, as if he could throw the words out of his skull.

But deep down… a part of him agreed.

Maybe they should stop him.

He buried his head in his arms, his body trembling so hard it ached. The shame wrapped around him tighter than his own tail.

He wanted to scream. To fight. To crawl out of his own skin.

Instead, he sat there in silence.

And hated himself more with every breath.

I wanna die.

He kept thinking over and over. Just wanted to end it all.

But he couldn’t, not when he knew that his friends and family would mourn for him. For some stupid reason. He wondered why they would cry for him, he wasn’t anything special. Just a dumb turtle who messes up everything.

If Leo had the courage, he would grab his sword, hold it up to his neck and—

No…don’t think about that. Just calm down.

He often had these dark thoughts during bad episodes of dissociation or depression. He had to distance himself from those by focusing his attention on something else, like how he dug his sharpen nails into his arms, leaving some blood coated under his fingernails.

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When Donnie returned, he frowned at the sight of Leo remaining where he was when Donnie first left.

He didn’t want to leave him, but Donnie hoped that this latest invention that took him about 2 hours to make would somehow help Leo with the urges of biting.

“Nardo.”

Leo instinctively perked up, hesitantly looking over his shoulder as he watched Donnie clear his throat. “I understand that your feeling…well shit, to be blunt.”

Leo scoffed, an understatement but he didn’t voice it out.

“So, using my brilliant mind, I made you something that could possibly help with the urge when you're feeling bitey.”

Leo tilted his head, turning his whole figure to face Donatello fully. “What do you mean?” He inquired, a little puzzled and suspicious as Donnie smirks and pulled out something from his battle shell.

“I present to you…a Chewelry!”

Leo stared at the object, slowly picking it up from Donnie’s palm with much hesitation as he didn’t want to hurt him as he observed the invention.

“…you made a chew toy for me?”

“It’s called a chewelry. And no! Not a chew toy.”

Donnie began to explain what a chewelry was for his brother, “Chewelry, is short for chewable jewelry, as it is designed to provide a safe, sensory outlet for individuals who have a need to chew, especially those with conditions like autism, ADHD, or sensory processing disorder.” He proudly announced his invention while Leo blankly watched him.

The chewelry was in the shape of a necklace, the chewing part for Leo being the shade of blue he always wore.

“Chewelry products are typically made from safe materials like food-grade silicone, which is durable, non-toxic, and easy to clean. They come in various textures and designs to cater to individual sensory preferences.” Donnie added, not seeming to shut off his invention rantings as Leo exhaled and cut him off.

“Donnie—“

“I designed this for you based on what I think you’d like—“

“Dee—“

“I also made it as a necklace so it would be easy to access—“

“Donnie!”

The softshell jumped at the shout of his name, facing Leo who winced slightly in guilt for his shout. But he gulped and gave a tiny smile of appreciation.

“Thank you…”

“Of course. I know…you don’t want us to help you with your curse, but I didn’t want you to think that you're alone in this.”

Donnie rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. Emotions, ugh, wasn’t his strong suit.

“So, I hope this chewelry can be at least satisfactory for you while we look for a way to break this curse.”

Leo stared, eyes wide before looking away, clutching the chewelry against his plastron.

“Thank you bro…I really do mean it.”

“Anytime, Nardo. Anytime.”

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Bad things happen bingo 2 (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

Ok so everyone is playing with the new toy and I am none the wiser so I am joining the FTNTH party!

Bingo slot: Trying not to cry 

Characters: FTNTH Leo and Mikey,  Raph and Donnie at the beginning (maybe?)

Plot: Leo and Raph gets into an argument. Something -something ➡️Leo gets told that he’s a monster. Then Leo runs away maybe trying to get some fresh air and Mikey finds him at the worst time when he’s about to cry and he tries to not let his lil bro see him as an emotional mess but  eventually he does end up being comforted by his baby bro. ( And maybe add some Portal Pals cuddle time as a bonus,  please!)

This will be marked off as 'Trying not to cry' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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[ A Brother’s Embrace]

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of FTNTH

Bingo slot: Trying not to cry

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my AU

Warnings; None really, but usual angst

Summary: Tensions run high when Leo and Raph clash in a heated argument that ends with Leo being harshly called a "monster." Shaken and overwhelmed, Leo slips away under the guise of needing fresh air. But the weight of the words cuts deeper than he lets on. Just as he's on the verge of breaking down, Mikey stumbles upon him. Leo struggles to keep his emotions hidden, not wanting his little brother to see him so vulnerable, but Mikey's quiet support gently breaks through his defenses. In the end, Leo allows himself to be comforted, finding unexpected solace in his baby brother’s unwavering compassion.

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“Damn it, Leo! Why couldn’t you just follow through with the plan?!”

Raph’s voice thundered through the lair like a shockwave, echoing off the walls with such intensity that even Mikey flinched where he stood.

“We would’ve stopped the robbery if you hadn’t gone off on your own!”

The larger turtle’s chest heaved, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale beneath his skin. He stood planted, furious, glaring down at his younger brother, his no longer the same cocky, laid-back jokester they had all grown up with. No, this version of Leo was different. Sharper. Changed.

The curse had left its mark. A long tail twitched behind him like a threatened cobra, muscles coiled tight. His claws curled with restrained agitation. And his eyes that were once warm and bright, now only flickered with cold, slitted pupils that narrowed dangerously as he stood his ground.

“I knew what I was doing.” Leo’s voice was firm, but it carried exhaustion beneath its edge. “It’s not my fault if you don’t like how I run things now that I’m the leader.”

He stood tall, but there was weight in his stance. Like he was holding up something much heavier than himself.

“I made a call.”

Raph stepped forward, looming like a stormcloud. “No, you made a mistake. You risked everything!” His voice cracked with frustration. “You think just ’cause you’ve changed—” He gestured to Leo’s mutated form, his voice filled with disgust he didn’t know how to contain, “—you know better than the rest of us? You think that gives you the right to ignore the team?!”

Leo’s jaw tightened. “You don’t understand. I had to adapt. I am adapting.”

“You’re not adapting!” Raph snapped. “You’re losing yourself. You’ve changed, Leo. You’re not the same. You’re not even… not even really you anymore.”

The air grew deathly still.

One second.

But that second hit harder than any punch ever could.

Leo’s breath caught.

His tail stopped twitching. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“…What did you just say?” He asked, voice low, thin, fragile in a way that felt alien coming from him.

Raph didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when the anger was boiling over.

“I said you’re not you anymore.” He growled. “You’re acting like… like a monster.”

The word crashed through the room like a bomb.

Monster.

Leo stood frozen. Stunned.

His mouth opened like he was going to speak, to defend himself, shout, cry.

But no sound came. 

His hands trembled slightly at his sides, claws digging into his palms.

Then he took a step back.

“…Right.” The word was barely a whisper. His eyes dropped to the floor, his expression hollowed out, shattered along the edges. “I guess that’s what you all really see when you look at me now.”

“Leo—” Mikey took a step forward.

But Leo raised a hand without looking at him, silencing him.

“No. It’s fine.” His voice was cold, distant. “I get it.”

He turned toward the exit, his tail scraping lightly against the floor.

“I need some air.”

“Leo, come on—” Donnie called after him, guilt bleeding into his voice.

But Leo didn’t respond. He was already halfway out the room.

He paused. One clawed hand on the archway.

“I never asked for any of this.” He said without turning back. “I’m doing the best I can… even if that’s not enough for you.”

And then he was gone.

The manhole cover above clanged shut behind him. The lair fell into an aching silence.

Raph’s breathing was still heavy, but now it was ragged. Guilt settled like lead in the pit of his stomach. Donnie looked away, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. And Mikey…

Mikey clenched his jaw, eyes wide and watering as he stared at the spot Leo had stood just moments ago.

Raph didn’t mean it. At least, Mikey hoped he didn’t.

Leo had been doing everything he could to keep them safe. To hold it together. To live with a body he didn’t recognize anymore. Mikey saw it. Felt it. Understood what Leo was carrying. Maybe more than the others did.

He didn’t waste another second.

He ran.

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The night air was cool as Mikey slid the manhole cover open, climbing up into the alley above. A few distant sirens echoed through the city, but the streets were quiet.

Then he spotted them. The deep claw marks in the old bricks of a nearby wall, leading upward to the roof of the nearby building.

Without hesitation, he started to climb.

His arms ached, but he didn’t stop. Because Leo didn’t cry. Leo left. And when Leo left, it meant he was about to fall apart somewhere no one could see.

By the time Mikey reached the rooftop, the wind was tugging gently at his bandana, the chill biting at his skin. And there, sitting by the ledge, curled in on himself, was Leo.

His legs were drawn to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. His tail, usually moving with idle flicks of tension or irritation, lay still and coiled beside him. The light of the city cast silver shadows across his green skin. 

But nothing could hide the weight in his posture.

Mikey moved carefully.

“Don’t.” Leo said, sensing him without even turning. “I just… I don’t want to hear it.”

“I’m not here to lecture you, dude.” Mikey said softly.

Leo didn’t respond.

After a moment, he spoke again. “Then why are you here?”

“To make sure you don’t sit up here convincing yourself you are what Raph said.”

Leo flinched.

Subtle, but Mikey saw it.

The twitch of his hands. The coil of his tail.

Leo’s voice was quiet. “He’s not wrong though, is he?”

Mikey stepped closer. “He was angry. He didn’t mean it.”

“He did.” Leo’s voice cracked. “He’s been thinking about it. I saw it in his eyes. Ever since I became like this.”

He gestured at himself. The claws. The tail. The strange patterns of the curse. “He’s been waiting for me to mess up. So, he could finally say it out loud.”

Mikey didn’t speak. He just sat beside him, letting the silence stretch for a moment.

Leo’s voice dropped again. “I’ve been trying so hard, Mikey. Every day. To prove I’m still me. To be the leader. To do something right. But no matter what I do, they all look at me like I’m…” He swallowed. “Like I’m already gone.”

“You’re not a freak.” Mikey said firmly.

Leo gave a bitter laugh. “Then what? A monster? Because that’s the word he chose.”

Mikey reached out and gently touched Leo’s arm. “You’re my brother. You’re still the same Leo who dragged me out of bed at 6AM to cook breakfast. The same Leo who stayed up all night when I had that nightmare about Big Mama turning my bones into candy.”

A choked laugh escaped Leo. “I made you hot cocoa... and put salt in it instead of sugar.”

Mikey grinned. “Yeah. And I drank the whole thing ‘cause you looked so proud.”

Leo blinked fast, his breath hitching again.

“You don’t have to be okay all the time.” Mikey whispered. “Not with me. You’re allowed to fall apart.”

“I can’t.” Leo’s voice cracked fully now. “If I do… I don’t know if I’ll be able to put myself back together again.”

Mikey didn’t reply.

He just leaned in and wrapped his arms around Leo’s hunched shoulders.

Leo tensed, his body rigid, uncertain…but then, slowly, carefully, he leaned into it.

One arm clung to Mikey’s shell. The other gripped his brother’s arm like it was the only thing tethering him to the ground.

His breathing stuttered once. Twice. Then…

He broke.

Not loudly.

Not dramatically.

Just quietly. Silently. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his face buried in Mikey’s shoulder as his body trembled with everything he’d kept locked away.

Mikey didn’t say anything else.

He just held him.

Warm. Steady. There.

“You’re not a monster, Leo…” He whispered. “You’re just hurting. And you’re not alone.”

Leo sniffled, and for the first time that night, he smiled. Soft, small, tired—but real.

“I love you, bro.”

“I love you too, Leo.”

And together, under the quiet hum of the city, they sat beneath the stars. Two brothers, holding each other together.

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Bad things happen bingo 2 (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

May I submit a request for the new Bad Things Happen bingo?🥺

Bingo slot: Overprotectiveness.

Characters: FTNTH Leo,  Donnie and Mikey

Plot: The turtles are doing something in the Hidden City (Raph can be with them in that sense that they went together but now got separated.) And someone attacks the trio,  maybe some witches that have a grudge against Donnie?🤔 And Leo’s brothers get slightly injured (like just a scratch or a bruise) and he goes to all scary “monster” , nearly killing the attackers before getting comforted and calmed by his brothers. His bros are also scared of him but love him at the same time, so they collect all of their courage to face him. (You know the kind of thing that happens in movies and other shows where the protected have to go all I’m fine,  please don’t kill them! So the protector doesn’t murder everyone in sight🤣)

I hope this is like an alright request. I never done something like this before.😅

This will be marked off as 'Overprotectiveness' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: Feral Mercy - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Feral Mercy

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of FTNTH

Bingo slot: Overprotectiveness

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my AU

Warnings; Violence, monstrous behavior, mild gore/injury description, threat of death, dissociation, etc

Summary: While exploring the Hidden City, the Turtles are ambushed by a group of witches with a grudge against Donnie. Separated from Raph, the trio is caught off guard and lightly injured in the scuffle. But the sight of his brothers bleeding—even if it’s just a scratch—is enough to send Leo into a monstrous rage.

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Leo knew he should’ve listened to his intuition.

The pit in his stomach had been there all morning, twisting tighter with every step toward the Hidden City. It hadn’t eased when they passed the boundary marker. Not when the glittering streets welcomed them with that familiar, deceptive charm. Not even when Mikey had beamed at him with that hopeful spark, saying, “This place has gotta have something that can help you, Leo.”

Because beneath the warm glow of lanterns and the comforting buzz of yokai going about their day, something felt… wrong.

The idea had sounded like hope — a cure, an answer, a fix to the grotesque transformation on his body. But hope had its price. And Leo had already paid too much.

Raph had gone off first, always the one to charge ahead and scout. 

“We’ll cover more ground if we split.” He had said, pounding a fist into his palm. “If one of these weird shops has anything cursed or magical, I’ll find it faster on my own.”

Leo didn’t argue. He hadn’t had the strength. But the moment Raph turned the corner and disappeared from view, the silence closed in fast and tight. Every step he took afterward echoed too loudly.

Mikey and Donnie flanked him almost immediately.

Neither said it aloud, but Leo knew why. He saw it in the glance Donnie gave him — sharp, calculating, concerned. He saw it in Mikey’s quiet smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were worried. Not just about the mission.

About him.

And they had every reason to be.

The flick of his tail had betrayed his nerves early on, twitching erratically behind him like it had a mind of its own. His shell felt too tight — the monstrous spines protruding from it refusing to relax, standing on end like an animal sensing danger before it came. Even the air felt wrong against his skin, too thin, too dry, like it carried static that crawled across his bones.

Leo hated it. Hated being watched like he was a wild specimen. Hated feeling like he was wild. But even more than that, he hated that they were right.

His claws were half-drawn without him realizing, and his vision had sharpened to the point where he could see every crack in the Hidden City's cobbled path. His hearing was dialed up too — every whispered conversation, every scuttling insect, every heartbeat — too much.

He swallowed hard. “We shouldn’t have come here.”

Mikey tilted his head. “What do you mean, dude? We’re doing this for you.”

“I know.” Leo muttered, voice flat. “That’s the problem.”

Donnie stopped walking, narrowing his eyes behind his goggles. “You're sensing something, aren’t you?”

Leo clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to answer. Didn’t want to admit how loud the voice in the back of his mind was getting — the one that whispered danger over and over, clawing at his thoughts like the curse itself.

A sudden gust swept through the alleyway they turned into. Cold. Too cold. The torches lining the stone walls flickered violently.

Then, the noise stopped.

No footsteps. No merchants. No voices.

Just silence.

Leo’s tail froze mid-flick.

“…Donnie.” He whispered. “Tell me you feel that.”

Donnie had already drawn his tech-bo. Mikey’s hands were glowing faintly with mystic energy, his usual cheer vanished under the weight of quiet tension.

“I feel it…” Donnie murmured. “We’re being watched.”

A heartbeat passed.

Then—

A shriek tore through the air, sharp and guttural. From the shadows of a side tunnel, something lunged. No—three somethings. Cloaked figures with jagged staffs and large hats.

Witches.

Leo barely had time to react before Mikey’s yell split the air and Donnie was shoving him backward. He hit the ground hard, head spinning—and for a moment, something primal surged to the surface.

He scanned the area, mouth hung open as he witnessed one of the witches pinning down Mikey with their magic staff, while the other two were after Donnie.

“Who are you?!” Donnie yelled, before he flinched and jumped back when they conjured a fireball at him.

“You… you destroyed our town! We came for revenge.”

The witch’s voice was like gravel dragged across glass, guttural and warped, and Donnie blinked, his mind trying to catch up with the accusation. His tech-bo spun defensively in his hands, shielding him from the sudden crackling heat of the fireball that followed.

“Seriously?! That was a while ago!” Donnie barked, ducking the blast as it scorched the stone behind him. “Also, technically, I tried to help in the end. What happened was not entirely my fault! Totally different context!”

Leo barely heard the exchange, the blood in his ears roared too loudly, his vision tunneling.

Mikey was struggling beneath one of the witches, pinned by threads of sickly green magic that coiled around his limbs like snakes. His bright orange mask was twisted in pain, his fingers twitching as he tried to summon his mystic chains, but the curse locked around him pulsed harder with every attempt. He was being smothered. Fast.

Donnie darted sideways, narrowly avoiding a swipe of one witch’s twisted staff, sparks erupting where it struck the ground. “Leo—!” He shouted, “Do something!”

Leo didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

He was staring down at his palms again, trembling, twitching at his sides. His whole body vibrated with something unnatural, a low thrum that started in his chest and spread outward, sizzling along his limbs like a current begging to ignite.

No. Not again.

Not again.

He had promised himself he wouldn’t let it out. Not fully. Not unless he absolutely had to. 

But now, Mikey was screaming, Donnie was pleading for him. With a hesitant look from his spot, he froze at the sight.

His brothers bruised and bloodied slightly from their scuffling with these three powerful witches.

Leo’s breath caught.

He saw the witch tightening the cursed bindings around Mikey’s chest, forcing a choked, gasping sound from his brother’s throat.

His vision shifted. Darkness bloomed at the edges. The pulse inside his ears wasn't blood anymore.

It was drums.

The growl left him before he could think—deep, guttural, unnerving. The kind of sound that made Donnie flinch as he turned toward him.

“Leo—?”

But Leo was gone.

What stood in his place was someone else. Chest breathing rapidly, tail flicking side to side, the spines on his shell standing as tall as they could, eyes trained on the target, his pupils slit as all he saw was red.

His markings glowed dimly too.

The witch pinning Mikey barely had time to lift her head.

Leo was on her.

A flash of movement, a blur of snarling fury. Leo slammed her into the alley wall, the stone exploding outward on impact. Her staff flew from her hands, clattering to the ground as her magic bindings evaporated.

Mikey gasped in a breath, finally free, and Donnie barely got up in time as the remaining two witches turned their focus toward Leo, hissing with fury.

“You’ve got some nerve, mutant.” One spat, raising her staff, Leo ripped it from her grip, snapped it in half, and drove the splintered end into her thigh. She shrieked, falling back as her blood painted the wall.

The other one tried to conjure a shield. Leo shattered it with a swing of his tail, then slammed her face-first into the ground hard enough to leave a crater.

His eyes were predatory as he stepped closer, shoulders heaving. He was breathing, but barely in control. Barely himself.

He floated somewhere above it all—hovering behind his own eyes, watching through a red haze as something else took over. His claws flexed. His tail thrashed. His spines snapped up like blades. His eyes dilated into slits. The darkness closed in, curling tightly around the frayed edges of his mind.

Zarynthia whispered sweet nothings in the silence.

"They hurt your family. Let them feel it."

The growl that escaped Leo’s throat was inhuman.

“You attacked my family.” Leo snarled, voice warped, like something ancient twisting inside his throat. “You made a mistake.”

The witches flinched.

Even Donnie and Mikey froze.

“Leo—” Mikey said softly, from the ground, but his brother didn’t respond.

He lunged.

The fight didn’t last long after that. Leo’s blows were devastating, inhumanly fast. 

Donnie, barely able to lift his bō with his damaged hand, stared wide-eyed. “Leo—stop! You’re going to kill them!”

Leo didn’t hear him.

He stalked toward the crumpled witches, claws glistening red. His markings glowed sickly. His mouth open, too wide for comfort, fangs glinting.

The witches were moaning now—one with a crushed arm, another coughing up teeth. They couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. But Leo still advanced, slow, deliberate, drunk on the high of violence.

“Do it.” Zarynthia hissed inside him. “Tear them apart. They deserve it. Your brothers deserve justice. Blood for blood.”

Kill, kill, kill, kill—

“Leo…” Donnie said carefully, stepping forward with one hand outstretched. “It’s over.”

The growl that answered him was soft. Defensive. Like a cornered animal.

Then Mikey limped over. “It’s okay, Leo. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Leo’s gaze snapped toward him, feral and wild. But Mikey didn’t flinch. He simply reached out, hand resting gently on Leo’s wrist, not to restrain, but to remind.

Leo’s breath caught.

He stared at Mikey’s hand on his skin, then his own. Shaking. Splintered. Too much.

He came down from the high of wanting to tear apart someone, he wobbled on his feet, kneeling to his knees as he pants to catch his breath.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” He rasped.

“You saved us.” Mikey assured, kneeling down to his level as he offered a small smile. Leo saw the cuts and bruised more clearly on him, making him flinch back slightly, afraid that he might hurt Mikey if he got close to him.

But Mikey just hugs him. Pulling him in tight as the spines on the slider's shell flattened, his tail curled close, and for the first time since arriving in the Hidden City… he let himself tremble.

Because the real danger hadn’t been the witches.

It had been the monster he knew was still inside him.

Waiting.

“Come on…let’s go find Raph.” Donnie coerced the two into standing up, sticking to Leo as he glanced back over to the three witches. Shocked to find them already gone, they must’ve gathered enough magic or strength to get away from them.

From him.

The three walked out the alleyway, and behind his eyes, Zarynthia whispered…

“You can’t contain it forever, little turtle. You’re already cracking.”

And Leo, silent and shaking, believed her.

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Bad things happen bingo 2 (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

For the fic promt thingy I'd like 'self-harm' with Ronin. Maybe some of the others run into him in the hidden city or something and one of them notices some cuts, or like a bandage that's moved and some cuts are there. And he tries really hard to brush it off but eventually he kinda just snaps at them and breaks down. Everyone comforts him and try to get him some help.

This will be marked off as ‘Self-harm’ as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Tired of Life - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Tired of Life

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide.

Bingo slot: Self-harm

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, cuts, blood, breaking down, swearing, implied past abuse, self-hatred, etc

Summary: Ronin has many demons inside him, but he does a relatively good job at keeping them in line. But even he can falter.

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It stung. It really did. It was agonising whenever he moved his arm, or if he accidentally brushed his arms against someone, he would reel back, biting back a hiss before carrying on his way.

He was tired. Not just from today. But in general.

The breeze nipped at the mutant turtle who winced when the open air made contact with his exposed skin. He instinctively held where he was in pain, that being his arms.

Ronin hissed as he flinched at the feel of the stinging sensation. He lets out a shaky breath, staring down at his arms as he stares blankly at the blood and cuts.

He couldn’t help it. He had been going through an episode of recalling some past trauma, that the only way he wanted to forget was to damage his green skin.

Now, he kind of regretted doing it. He was told before his skin is such a pretty colour.

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He was inside his water tank, taking in deep breaths as he placed his hands on his head, eyes tightly closed as he tried to think of anything else but the taunting memories.

He recalled the moments of being pushed down, being held down by brutes twice the size as him with triple the body weight. He felt suffocated.

He recalls the memories of his time in the battle nexus arena, blood dripping down his blade as he stood atop the mountain of bodies. Cheering roared in the stands but Ronin was numb to it all.

He especially recalled the moments of him standing in his bathroom in the hotel, washing off the blood and the dirt before bandaging the injuries he would sustain from his battles. He would stare for hours in the mirror, feeling sick to his guts at himself.

He hated himself. He hated being entertainment for the yokai at the battle nexus. Hated being exploited.

But what could he do? He had no choice in the matter.

He would see the glimmer of his sword, eyes observing the blade as he picked it up, bringing it close to his arms and legs.

And just…slice away.

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Ronin felt stupid for letting his thoughts get the better of him. He snapped out of his trance when he finally began to feel pain on his arms. He was almost shocked to see the blood and cuts that he inflicted upon himself.

He had run out of medical supplies, so he took a trip to the Hidden City to stock up. Careful to not bump into anyone as he brought what he needed, and left.

Now he was just walking, bag in hand of his supplies as he intended to get fixed up at his water tank. He was exhausted today, running errands for the yokai that hired him. He managed to get all his stuff done today, so that was nice and he could now relax until the next job opening.

“Whoa, hey! It’s Ronin!”

Oh, fuck me…

Ronin stiffens and looks up, coming to a halt in his walking as he notices the turtles ahead of him. They must’ve been exploring the Hidden City or just going somewhere. But no matter, Ronin was displeased either way.

But he had to put on a mask. He can’t show vulnerability.

“Well, well. What brings you boys to this side of town?” He smirks, tilting his head to the side as he casually strolls closer to them. “Oh great, we had to run into this guy.” Leo grumbled, wincing when Adriaen elbowed his side with a pointed look.

“Nice to see you too, Bluey.”

Ronin smiles, his mind blocking out what they were talking about. Mikey was doing most of the chatting, something about going to a restaurant to grab some dinner after a successful mission of beating up bad guys.

Ronin just has a strained smile, nodding and humming along to pretend he was listening.

Come on…I need to get home to treat these cuts.

He must’ve been way out of it, unaware that Donnie observes his body and widens his eyelids when he spotted the cuts. “That looks bad. Are you okay?” He interrupted Mikey on his rant, catching the attention of the others who observed where he was gesturing at.

“Hm?” Ronin blinked and followed their line of vision, his body going cold as he mentally kicked at himself.

Fuck, they saw the cuts.

He clears his throat, smiling awkwardly. “Ah, I’m fine. Just got distracted with…cooking!” He lied, but Raph narrowed his eyes in confusion, “Cooking?” He repeats, only to be interrupted by Leo who crosses his arms.

“Were your arms the cutting board?”

Something like that.

Ronin sighs, shaking his head to stop himself from saying such a thing in response. “Look, I gotta go.” He tried to coolly play it off, walking past the group, but he was stopped when Mikey accidentally tugged at his arm, making the injured mutant wince.

“Don’t touch me!”

He snaps, pulling his arm out of Mikey’s grip, face hardened and glaring at them. However, the bag he was carrying slipped out his fingers, its contents falling to the floor. Mikey had flinched from the shout, looking guilty.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I was just…”

Ronin groans, rubbing at his head as he crouches on his knees to pick up the spilt supplies. “Let me help.” Mikey added, bending down to pick up a roll of bandages, but Ronin once more snapped, snatching the bandage out of Mikey’s grasp.

“I don’t need help!”

He scoffs, his mind and body overstimulated with pain and embarrassment.

“Never had help in the first place so I don’t need any now. Like, look at me? I’m a badass. I fight very well, I’m popular in the criminal world! I-I’m great at my job!”

He laughs, going into hysteria as he holds the rolled-up bandage close to his chest.

“These cuts? They're nothing! So, what if I did it to myself?! Maybe I’ll get lucky and hit a vein!”

He laughs, tears spilling down from his eyes as he chokes on his sobbing.

“I’m fine…! I’m just…”

He didn’t even realise he was being suddenly hugged by Mikey who was shaking against him. The others were watching with equal shock and bewildered stares. They had never seen Ronin…crack.

Ronin sniffles, nuzzling his snout against Mikey’s shoulder.

“I just hate myself….! I’m tired. So tired of life…”

Mikey hums in acknowledgement that he was listening, looking back at his brothers and Adriaen with a frown.

“Let’s…take him back to the lair? Help him out…” Mikey suggested, as Ronin bitterly huffed at the idea of going to their lair. He was going to burden them.

“I don’t—“

“Come on. We have a proper medbay at our place. We can treat you there.” Leo gently spoke, holding up the bag that Ronin dropped earlier, Donnie had used his mechanical arms to pick up what was left on the ground.

Adriaen walks over, Mikey standing up as Adriaen extends his hand out to Ronin who eyed him with teary eyes. “Let us help you…”

Ronin felt his chest tighten at the comment. Help. He never had that before.

He inhales before exhaling, reaching out for Adriaen’s hand and being pulled up to his feet. He didn’t verbally reply, but he nodded.

Adriaen and the others carefully helped Ronin walk.

He might be taking a few days off work; something tells him that these guys were going to be checking on him a lot.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

Promt drugged draxom got angry at him for smt or bishop found him maybe (for the bad bingo)

Character:Nico bc I haven't seen anyone do him yet so

This will be marked off as 'Drugged' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

This is an open ended story, so you guys can imagine what happens with Nico and whatnot!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Hostage - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Hostage

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide. This is set when Nico gets transported to the past/present with Casey Jr. In this version/AU Matt and future Adriaen, along with future Leo and the other future brothers of the Hamato clan are all dead and Nico and Casey have been living with the past versions of their family for a few months after the Krang invasion.

Bingo slot: Drugged

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; Drugged, angst, grief over family members, implied PTSD, nightmares, kidnapping, implied past trauma, etc

Summary: A blast from the past. Nico knew the stories of the EPF, how they were enemies of yokai kind. Nico didn’t fret that he would meet them so soon after arriving in the past. Let alone be drugged by them.

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Nico had nightmares a lot ever since the incident. Ever since the death of his little brother. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have brought Matt out there, knowing that Matt was still recovering from being sick.

Matt begged to come with him and Nico just…allowed it.

He can still remember the gruesome scene. The blood poured out of Matt’s body as he was squashed by Krang Prime.

It was Nico’s fault. He knew that.

It was his fault that his baby brother was dead. His fault that his father Leo became such a mess, blaming Nico, which he understood. He blamed himself too.

Nico heard the sounds of pained moans, turning around stiffly and almost wanting to puke at the sight of seeing Matt’s body, legs unable to work as he crawled towards his brother, his eyes and mouth black as night, blood streaming down from the holes.

“Nico….” Matt ghostly groans out, slowly climbing up the frozen state of his older brother as Nico hiccuped on his sobs, closing his eyes tightly as he muttered under his breath a single phrase over and over again.

I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—

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He gasps awake, cold sweat dripping down his body as he stares up at the ceiling of his new room. He looked around, taking in the view to calm down before sitting up.

It wasn’t real. Just a nightmare. How many was that now?

Nico sighs, rubbing his face to wake himself up as he hops out of the bed, grabbing his mask and putting it on, not bothering to get dressed in the rest of his gear as he exits the bedroom.

His nostrils caught the scent of bacon and eggs being cooked by his Uncle Mikey—who insisted on being called that—while Nico heard the voices of everyone else. He must’ve been the last one to wake up.

“Hey there he is! Slept well?” Leo announces, spotting his future son who stood in the archway of the kitchen when he strolled over. Nico gazed around at the table, his parents sitting next to each other, eating their own plate of food, Donnie and Raph on the other side, Mikey humming along in the kitchen, April and Casey sat beside each other facing Raph and Donnie and then Splinter, at the head of the table.

“Nico! I saved you a plate.” Mikey announces, brightly smiling and walking out the kitchen carrying said plate of breakfast. He puts it down next to Casey, indicating that’s where he was going to sit to eat.

“Thank you…” Nico muttered, still waking himself up and trying to not seem like he just had another nightmare. Only a select few knew of his sleeping struggles. That being Casey, Leo and Adriaen. He suspected Mikey might’ve had a suspicion about his struggles but he didn’t say anything to him.

“You’ve been sleeping for a while. It’s almost 10 in the morning.” Raph informs, chuckling lightly in amusement, while Nico blinks and blushes in embarrassment at his sleep in.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Leo was like that too, sleeping in late all the time.” Raph grins, enjoying teasing his younger brother in front of his future child as the slider scoffs and crosses his arms. “Okay, low blow.” He rolls his orbs as Adriaen hums, smirking to himself. “He’s not wrong though. You’ve only just started to get better at waking up on time.” Adriaen added his own quip, playfully ignoring the way Leo squawked.

They were loud, but Nico didn’t mind. He grew up with them after all. Even so, Casey could tell that something was bothering Nico, so he leaned over, to him slightly to whisper. “You okay? Did you have another…?” He began, pausing as he didn’t want to say it out loud, but Nico understood what he was hinting at.

“I’m fine.”

“Nico. If you’re still struggling, I can ask to get you some sleeping pills?”

“Casey…—“

“I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to help you out—“

Nico slams his fists on the table, jostling the plates and other utensils on the table for a moment as he glares warningly at Casey.

No words were exchanged, but it was clear that Nico was telling him to shut up and not talk to him about it.

Everyone else who felt the table rock briefly and heard and saw the slamming of Nico’s fists, all silently watched, the tension suddenly becoming apparent in the air. Nico noticed the scene he caused, scoffing at himself in utter shame and embarrassment.

He stood up from the chair, “I’m going out for some fresh air.” He concludes, not bothering to grab his plate and put it away, he wanted to leave the lair as quickly as he could.

And that meant no stopping by his room to retrieve his sword or gear. Not like he was planning on actually fighting anybody anyways. Plus with New York still cleaning up the mess from the invasion that only happened 3 months ago, crime had been down.

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Nico ran across rooftops, panting as he felt his lungs burn slightly. He had been running and jumping for a while now. Half an hour at most. He needed to clear his head, and so he thought doing this was helping.

Which it was as he focused on not falling off the roofs or tripping over his own feet. But now, he needed a break, so he found a secluded roof, sitting behind an air conditioning unit to cool off.

He should’ve brought water with him, but he can survive without it for a bit. He’s dealt with worse things than simply not having a bottle of filtered water with him.

He takes off his bandana, finding it to be all sweaty and gross now as it stuck to his skin when he took it off. He’ll have to wash it when he gets back.

His eyes settled onto the black fabric, solemnly. This once belonged to his father, Adriaen. Or at least future, older version of Adriaen. Before he had…died. Nico oftentimes wondered if he was worthy of even wearing the mask.

He often felt he failed his family. Failed him.

It was the same as his sword, having once belonged to his dad Leo before he was given new katanas to wield with. Nico remembered how proud his dad seemed when he handed the blade to Nico, telling him that he can use this to protect others, protect the family. A symbol of sorts.

“And I did the exact opposite.” He muttered to himself, sighing as he leaned back, resting against the unit before taking in a deep breath. He should probably start heading back, and definitely apologise for his outburst.

Grunting softly he stands up, stretching his arms and legs out as he ties the mask back over his face. He began walking away, about to sprint off in the direction home.

But a stinging sensation on his neck had his falter. In seconds his vision became a blur, body feeling heavy and legs aching as he yelped and fell to the ground, feeling paralysed as he twitched.

What was going on?

Using whatever strength he had in himself, he managed to reach up to his neck and pull out what felt like a needle of sorts, blood trickling down the side of where he took the needle out as he observed the equipment he held before dropping it. His hand became numb.

It was a dart. A tranquiliser dart that was often used on animals.

Who…?

He sees a human man walking over to him, as Nico tries to focus on what they looked like in appearance. They wore a black suit and black sunglasses. With short black hair swept to the side.

He looked familiar, as he crouched down and tapped Nico just above his eye. The turtle was unable to move due to dart drug flowing in his veins.

The man hummed, taking his phone out and dialling in a number. Nico was beginning to lose consciousness as he went in and out of a drowsy state.

The last words he heard was this.

“Target captured. Bringing it in now.”

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When Nico woke up he was immediately in an unfamiliar environment. Nauseous as he gags slightly in reflex but nothing came out as he slowly rose to his feet, using the wall as support.

He was in a brightly tiled room, but it was small, no bigger than an apartment living room. Maybe even less than that. Either way, Nico wasn’t with his family, he wasn’t in the lair. He recalled the man in the suit briefly before he blacked out.

Where had he taken him? Who was he? And who did he call?

“Shit…” He cursed, looking around his body as he forgot he left his gear and weapon at home. He should’ve brought it with him. How the hell was he supposed to escape with no tools to help him?

“I see you’re awake.”

Nico jumped, startled and almost stumbled over from how weak his knees felt from waking up in such a sore position.

The man from earlier had walked into his room, clipboard in hand with a pen in the other. “Who are you?! Where am I?!” Nico shouted, stomping forward only to yelp and collapse to his knees.

He was in no position to move around freely just yet. Whatever they did to him, they made sure the drug lasted a bit longer.

“I am John Bishop. Head security of EPF.”

EPF….?

Nico stilled, recalling that name. It was mentioned before to him in the apocalypse. How the EPF were t exactly a fan of yokai and mutants, deeming them as dangerous to humanity. But during the apocalypse, the EPF worked out some sort of…trade?

Helping the Resistance and its members to stop the Krang. Even then, his family and EPF seemed rather tense when put in the same room.

“Heard of us? Given your silence.”

Nico blinked, coming to reality as he stood back up again. “Something like that.” He bitterly replied, eyes narrowed as he leaned the side of his body against the wall.

“What do you want from me?”

“We know there’s more of you out there. Whoever tried to erase all the videos and photos of you didn’t do an amazing job at it.” John noted, pulling out hard copies of blurry pictures of him and his family fighting the Krang.

He sweats, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist. Uncle Donnie wasn’t going to take it kindly to the fact that John didn’t think highly of his work. He knew Donnie erased most of the videos and photos from the World Wide Web.

Somehow the EPF were just quicker at gathering what they needed.

“Even if there are more of us. You think I’m going to tell you where they are?” Nico challenged, his expression becoming cocky and determined. There was no way in hell he was going to expose his family’s whereabouts.

“Perhaps you won’t willingly…which is why I’ll be using this.” He clicks his fingers as the door behind opens to reveal a scientist walking holding a syringe with yellow liquid inside.

Nico pushed himself as far as he could, glaring at the needle as John Bishop lightly flicked the needle with his finger before strolling over. “It’ll hurt if you resist.” He simply told, grabbing Nico who didn’t have the energy to fight back as he got pinned to the ground, grunting in pain when he collided with the cool tiled floor.

He squirmed a bit under John’s grasp, noticing the needle inching closer to his neck as he tried to buck off the human.

But his strength wasn’t there with him at the time, widening his eyes and gasping when he felt the needle enter his neck, and the sensation of the liquid entering inside him.

He groans, lying limp on the floor as John lets go and walks over him. “The drug should be complete in an hour or so. I’ll come back to answer more questions later.” He explains to the drowsy turtle who tried to speak up, but couldn’t.

It felt like his throat was constricted as he blacks out from being drugged.

What did he use on him?

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

HEYYYYYYY

I don't know how many prompts I can give you at a time. Probably only one so you can write 1 one-shot and or beginning to a series in per ask

Luca. Tortured for information.

Please? :3

This will be marked off as 'Tortured for information' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Built to Endure

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of BITTW

Bingo slot: Tortured for information

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC

Warnings: Tortured for information, medical and clinical horror, blood and bodily fluids, psychological trauma, mentions of needles/injection, implied threats of mutilation and death, captivity and non-consensual restraint

Summary: After a heated argument with his brothers, Three steps out to cool off, only to be captured by the Earth Protection Force. Awakening in a sterile lab, he finds himself at the mercy of Agent John Bishop, who subjects him to relentless torture in pursuit of information about his origins and the turtles’ whereabouts. Despite the agony, Three refuses to break, clinging to his sense of loyalty, defiance, and the family he’s only just begun to accept.

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Three’s voice ached in the rawness he delivered at each pain he felt throughout his body. Muscles spasming, his vision cracking as bodily fluids spat out of him.

His blood. His saliva.

All getting out of his body they were supposed to remain in. But the humans were persistent with wanting to get answers out of him.

The EPF. 

Animals they were. Ruthless and merciless as they prodded, slapped, zapped and sliced away at Three. How he got into this predicament was almost pathetic in his books. Getting into a fight with his brothers, especially with Donatello. Those two just can’t seem to get along despite Three slowly adjusting to the fact he was accepting his family.

Then the fighting. The yelling, stuff getting thrown. Raphael got in between the two, telling the two to leave and cool off. And that’s what Three did. He left the lair to cool off in the night air of New York.

Stopping at a rooftop and just breathing. Taking in the city he was growing attached to.

Perhaps family life was making him utterly sloppy. Unaware that he was being watched. Followed at some stage in the night. And when he did notice, he was too late, getting jabbed with a needle in the side of his neck and blacking out mere seconds later.

When he awoke, he was strapped to a cold metal table in a sterile white room, far too bright to see clearly. It smelled like bleach and metal and something else. Something awful and raw and clinical. His body refused to cooperate, sluggish with drugs or exhaustion or both.

Footsteps clicked against the tiles.

Not the rushed shuffling of techs. Not the heavy stomp of soldiers.

Measured. Calm. Too calm.

A man in a neat fitted suit walked into view, his expression was unreadable, his eyes sharp and evaluating, like he was staring through Three, not at him.

“Subject is awake.” The man had spoken up, not to him, but to himself. “Good.”

Three, groggy and numb had tried to lift his head, to snarl or bite, but only a low croak rasped from his throat. He tasted copper. Everything ached.

“I’m Agent John Bishop. Earth Protection Force.”

Bishop didn’t smile. He only tilted his head slightly, as if examining a particularly curious specimen.

“I’m going to be very clear with you. We already know about the turtles. We already know about Draxum. What we don't know…” Bishop said, leaning in just slightly, voice lowering to a whisper, “Is why you were made. And we wish to know where you and the others reside.” He had declared, eyes narrowed in focus while Three glared up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Go to hell.”

He decided to gather up saliva and spit at Bishop who grimaced and leaned away, taking out a wipe and cleaning his face.

“Perhaps manners are in order. To let you know where you stand.” 

He smirked sinisterly. “You're not the first mutant we've dissected. But you may be the most informative.”

The way he said dissected wasn’t a threat, it was a promise, clinically detached.

Three swallowed thickly. His pulse pounded behind his eyes. For the first time since waking up, real fear cut through the haze.

This wasn’t a fight.

This was survival.

But he can’t show it…he’s the perfect soldier after all.

“Give me your best shot, prick.”

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Three probably shouldn’t have enabled the psycho that was John Bishop who watched as Three squirmed and screamed till nothing else could come out of him.

He remained strapped to the metallic table, wrists and ankles rubbed raw from trying to free himself. His skin bruised and small but painful cuts visible. 

Lines of blood dripping out from his mouth, his chest heaving up and down in exhaustion.

“I’ll ask again. Where do you live? Why were you made? What is your purpose?” Bishop repeated the same question on loop. Three groans and winced whenever he tried to look at the human.

“I’ve been through…worst torture than this.”

He couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Couldn’t tell if it was day or night, if those even mattered anymore in this sterile hell. The room never changed. Always too bright. Always humming faintly with the quiet pulse of power running through hidden panels and cruel machinery.

Bishop’s brow twitched with faint amusement.

“Have you?” Bishop said. Then, with a signal, the humming in the walls grew louder.

Something buzzed alive behind Three’s head.

The table jolted suddenly as another current surged into him. A shock, high voltage. Not just pain, it was meant to lock every muscle in his body at once. Meant to paralyze. And it did. His back arched, jaw clenched so tight he thought it might shatter. His eyes rolled back as nerves screamed, fists tightening despite the restraints cutting deeper.

He couldn’t breathe.

The current stopped.

Chest heaving like a fish on dry land. Limbs twitching. One of his fingers wouldn’t stop spasming.

“I will say, I admire your confidence and the performance.”

Three barely managed a raspy chuckle. “Wasn’t…for you.”

Another slap from Bishop, sending his blood spraying from a fresh cut on his cheekbone.

Bishop then crouched beside the table this time, reaching out with one gloved hand to grip Three’s jaw. “You’re not unbreakable. You bleed. You scream. You’ll talk. Eventually.”

Three spat more blood onto Bishop’s pristine jacket.

Bishop sighed, dabbing at the spot without breaking eye contact. “Very well. Let’s try something more… specialized.”

He stood up, motioning to a tray that had been wheeled in without Three noticing.

Syringes. Scalpels. Small, invasive tools that glinted beneath the harsh lights. The crazed man picked up a needle and made his way to the exhausted body of Three.

His head was spinning. His stomach lurched as the needle pierced into the side of his neck again, this one slower, colder.

His breath hitched.

The drug hit fast.

Too fast.

Bishop leaned in close again. “This one dulls control over your nervous system. Makes you feel everything without letting you pass out.”

Three blinked rapidly, his body screaming already as heat started to crawl beneath his skin. Everything was too much. His shell felt like it was vibrating. Every inch of skin was hyperaware, electrified.

And then came the scalpel.

A small, calculated slice across his arm. It wasn’t deep. But in this state, it may as well have been flaying his entire limb open. He cried out—raw, guttural, unfiltered. A sound that embarrassed him the moment it escaped.

Bishop only repeated the damn question again.

“Where. Do. You. And the others. Live?” Bishop repeated, calm and methodical.

Three’s jaw clenched. He could barely speak, his lungs constricting tighter with each heartbeat. His mind screamed to give in, just say anything, make it stop. But…

He pictured Raphael’s disappointed frown. Mikey’s warm laugh. Leo’s smug, stubborn smirk. Donnie’s furious glare. Even that damn lair that always smelled faintly like pizza and sweat and…home.

He fought through the pain that screamed at him to not move, and managed to stretch a bloody grin on his face.

“Still… not talking.”

Bishop’s expression didn’t flicker, but his eyes narrowed just slightly.

“I see.”

The needle was withdrawn. Another device was brought forward. Something metal, circular, clamped to the temples.

Three didn’t bother struggling anymore. He simply let his head roll to the side again, eyes half-lidded, blood trailing from his lips as he whispered…

“Do your worst. I’ll bite off my tongue before I give you anything.”

And if it came down to it, he meant that.

Because this wasn’t about survival anymore.

It was about not breaking.

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Bad things happen bingo 2 (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Therapy Session

Characters: Giovanni

Plot: Basically Giovanni is convinced to do some therapy sessions with Mikey AKA Doctor Feelings, and Mikey ends up genuinely helping Giovanni during the therapy sessions and he’s really grateful that Mikey is helping him out during the therapy sessions. Giovanni is also starting to feel better about himself after the therapy sessions, and he is also convinced to go out and have some fun with his family by going to a party that’s held in his honor at New York’s Central Park, but during the party he ends up having some negative thoughts going through his mind, and his family notices that he’s having some negative thoughts through their mind meld technique so they help Giovanni with getting rid of his negative thoughts.

This will be marked off as ‘Therapy Session' as that is the main focus!

This poor dude for real needs a therapy session—

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Name Three Things - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Name Three Things

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Eyes on You. This takes place after the Krang invasion and after his family rescue him from the EPF (once again, not canon to the story as Giovanni is still in the clutches of the EPF at this point in time)

Bingo slot: Therapy Session

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, PTSD, spiralling depressive thoughts, implied past abuse, dissociation, etc

Summary: Giovanni finds himself in the clutches of Dr. Feelings. He appreciates his brother helping him out, and it truly does help him some ways. But even so, Giovanni still needs a long way to go in his therapy.

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Giovanni sat on his beanbag, watching Mikey who was donned in his orange turtleneck with his non-prescription glasses, book in hand as he wrote down…whatever it was he was writing.

Mikey had managed to convince his older brother Giovanni to try out some long awaited therapy sessions, to see how he would go. Giovanni didn’t quite know how he was convinced but nonetheless he couldn't just say no to his little brother.

Especially when it came to Mikey’s personas.

It had been a week since he started, and he did try, truly he did. Answering as best as he could to the questions Mikey provided but it was awkward. He didn’t like mentioning the Krang or the EPF.

Giving mostly vague replies or a short and censored version of his experiences. Mikey didn’t mind though, claiming that he wants to take his time with Giovanni, he wasn’t expecting for his brother to open up so quickly, even if they were siblings. It was traumatic for Giovanni. That much was clear.

“In today’s lesson. I was thinking we should try some exercises that could help you whenever you’re dissociating.” Mikey smiles warmly, putting the book down along with his pen as Giovanni tilts his head.

“Dissociating…?”

“Yeah! It’s like you're disconnected and you lack continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity.” Mikey explains but that seemed to only confuse the mutant yellow-bellied slider.

“Um…it’s when you’re in a deep trance? And you kinda become numb? I guess.”

Ah, okay. Giovanni is understanding now. Has he done it before? Dissociated? Sounds scary.

“So! In order to help you, I have some techniques we can use to help you bring back to reality.”

Giovanni nods, his eyes narrowing in focus as Mikey shifts to move closer to his brother, sitting down in front of him as he gently holds his hands in his.

“What do you feel right now? Physically?”

Giovanni blinks in question as he hummed in thought, “Your hands.” He informed, Mikey nodding in encouragement, “Anything else? Can you name two more things you feel?” He asks, his voice gentle but his smile never wavered.

“Um…..the bean bag I’m in. And I can feel how cold the air is.”

Mikey chuckled and nodded. “That’s good! Perfect even. Well done. Now three things you can see?” He leans in slightly eagerly as Giovanni gulps and takes a look around the room.

They were doing the therapy session in Giovanni’s room, for his own comfort.

“I see my bed. Um…my sword leaning on the wall.” He lists off the two things as he turns to Mikey with a little smile. “And I see you.” He added, flinching when Mikey pats his shoulder, “Great! Whenever you’re in a dissociative state, I want you to name three things you can see and three things you can feel. Or just either one.” Mikey informs, letting go of Giovanni's hands as the oldest Hamato nods in agreement.

“Have…I been dissociating lately?” Giovanni asks, frowning in embarrassment at himself as Mikey gives out a soft sigh. “You…sometimes space out, I guess? Some of us tried to call out to you but you didn't respond.” Mikey admits, looking guilty for keeping such a thing from him.

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“No! Don’t be. This is your therapy session. Nothing is your fault. We all understand that you’ve been through a lot even before meeting us. It’s natural for you. We just want to try and slowly get you out of the habit is all.”

Giovanni listens, lips forming in a firm line as he glanced down, he still felt like he should apologise for worrying his family and friends. “Okay….thank you Mikey.” He gave an awkward smile as Mikey stood up, stretching his limbs.

“We’ll end the session there today. You know, even though it’s only been a week, you’re doing very well. We’re proud of you.” Mikey happily beams, picking up his book and pen and exiting the room.

Giovanni watched, eyes wide. They were proud of him? For what?

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Giovanni was watching the TV, unaware that his brothers were watching from afar, Leo smiling fondly before looking at Mikey. “So, these sessions you and him have been doing. They’re going well, right?” He asks, Mikey smiling nodding as he proudly places his hands on his hips.

“Two weeks in and I have to say, I am seeing an improvement in him. He’s not jumpy, he’s eating properly and he’s talkative than he was before when we brought back home.” Donnie noted, jolting down his observations on his gauntlet.

“Keep doing whatever it is you're doing Mikey.” Raph encourages while his little brother chuckled happily. “Actually, I’m thinking of holding a little celebration for his 2-week milestone. I already have April helping out, we’re going to surprise him with it at the park!” He announces softly so that Giovanni doesn't overhear him.

“A party? Sounds fun.” Leo approves, grinning at the idea as Donnie hums in agreement. “When is it?” He inquired as Mikey tapped under his chin in thought.

“Tomorrow night?”

“Sounds good to me. We can help out with last minute decorations too.” Raph offers, as he and his brothers gather together to make small plans for tomorrow.

Giovanni glanced over to them, tilting his head but it looked rather important so he didn’t go over to disturb them.

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Giovanni held his hands out in front of him, being met with morning darkness as Mikey and Donnie led him with a blindfold on.

“What was it that you two wanted to show me?” Giovanni asks, gulping as he feels the wind of the air hitting his skin, sending goosebumps up his form.

“Oh, just a little invention that Donnie and I want your thoughts on. But I wanted it to be a surprise!” Mikey giggles as he comes to a stop, as did Donnie and Giovanni.

“Prepare to be amazed!” Donnie exclaims, taking the blindfold off as he and Miley showed off the park. It was night, obviously, with decorations spread, a large table with food and everyone he knew was there.

Which was only April and both the Casey’s. As well as Splinter and Draxum.

“SURPRISE!”

They all shout, making Giovanni flinch and give a shocked look. “W-what is all this?” He questions in utter shock, Leo waltzing over and slinging his arm over his brother’s shoulder.

“A celebration of getting by with 2 weeks of therapy! Mikey told us that you’ve been doing well, so he came up with this.”

Mikey shyly waves, blushing in embarrassment as Giovanni takes in the sight once again. “Thank you…i-it’s great.” He smiled softly at Mikey who beams before grabbing a cup of juice.

“LET'S GET THIS PARTY GOING!”

Upon that, hours struck by with everyone having fun. Giovanni kept himself busy with getting drinks and snacks. He didn’t voice out his worries but he supposed he wasn’t in a party mood.

He was confused. Why was he getting a party for? If anything he felt like he hadn’t improved whatsoever.

Maybe they were mocking him. Maybe this was a way to get him to crack and break down.

‘How pathetic can you be?’

‘You were better off in the hands of the EPF.’

‘Or the Krang.’

Giovanni felt his chest tighten, walking away in wobbly legs as he needed space. He walks over to a darker spot of the park, away from the loudness as he sat down, breathing in heavily as negative thoughts invaded his mind.

‘Can’t handle a simple party? Loser.’

‘Once a Vermin, always a Vermin.’

‘Your family should never have bothered with this therapy crap.’

Giovanni whimpered, hands over his head as he tried to shrink down. He wanted to disappear.

Eyes shut tightly, not realising how his brothers and Splinter suddenly went still, their eyes glowing white as they looked in his direction.

They were hearing his thoughts. Giovanni accidentally mind melding with his family.

‘Useless.’

‘Pathetic waste of time.’

‘Should’ve died long ago.’

Stop it…

‘Vermin.’

‘Monster.’

Giovanni couldn’t help but let out a broken sob, but paused and gasped when he felt hands on his shoulder, he snapped out of the thoughts, turning around to see his brothers and father crowding him, all giving a loving look as they slowly embraced him in a group hug.

“Don’t let those thoughts flood your mind. They’re wrong.” Mikey assures, nuzzling his face into Giovanni’s cheek. The older mutant blinked before relaxing in their arms.

Name three things he can feel….the grass, the wind and…

And he could feel the love of his brothers. His family.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Prompts - Body Horror/Panic Attack

Character - Adriaen

Plot - For this one, Adriaen basically has a horrifying nightmare about the others turning into creepy monsters/creatures (think analogue horror monsters) and he ends up having a massive panic attack after he wakes up from the nightmare and Leo ends up seeing Adriaen having a panic attack and he tries to calm Adriaen down as best he can, and eventually Adriaen tells Leo about the nightmare after he calms down from his panic attack.

This will be marked off as ‘Body Horror’ as that is the main focus!

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SUGGEST ADRIAEN WITH BODY HORROR CAUSE BOY DO I HAVE PLANS—

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Go Away Nightmares - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Go Away Nightmares

Quick note: This takes place after the movie timeline. But this is not canon to the main story as stuff may change in the actual main story line. This is more of a ‘What if’ scenario.

I’ll also be keeping the events of the movie timeline vague, or at least keeping what Adriaen does in the movie timeline vague as to not spoil the actual plot events when Collide reaches to the movie timeline.

Bingo slot: Body Horror

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, body horror, nightmare, PTSD, implied panic attack/panic attack, mention of past battle, Krangified versions of his friends and family, etc

Summary: Adriaen tries to not think much about the Krang invasion that happened 5 months ago. But even he can succumb to the nightmares from time to time. And this nightmare in particular, really rattles him.

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Adriaen quietly hums, flipping through a magazine that April so graciously gave to him. It was a boring one he’ll admit but April wanted him to do the quizzes on the back.

He was currently in the living room, ignoring the background noise of the rowdy family who were arguing over what to watch for movie night. Some were saying Jupiter Jim, others were in a Lou Jitsu mood.

Adriaen didn't care for any. Hence why he was reading the magazine comfortably on his beanbag.

“Adriaen! What do you think we should watch?” Mikey called out, the black masked turtle didn’t bother looking up, “I don’t care. You know I’m not a fan of either fandom.” He rolls his eyes playfully, already he could feel the judgement from the family members.

“Since it is I, who saved New York. I say we watch Jupiter Jim.” Leo announces, Adriaen slightly cringing at the mention of Leo saving New York.

It had only been 5 months since the invasion. The group were barely hanging by a thread, but they managed. Even gaining a new family member, Casey Jr.

He was still anxious, but Adriaen hoped he was adjusting well to this timeline. Coming from an apocalyptic world would do no one good.

Casey Jr had been staying with April for the time being, since she had recently moved out of her parent's apartment and got her own. It was nice of her and Casey seemed just as happy to be staying with her.

During the first few weeks and even the first couple months since the Krang incident, the turtles had been having issues with sleeping or with their own injuries.

Nobody came out of the fight unscathed.

“Earth to Adriaen! Hello?”

Adriaen sighs, the voice of Leo pulling him out of his thoughts. He closed his eyes and shut the magazine, inhaling a breath.

“What is it now?”

He opens his eyes, but when he does so, his entire body goes rigid. Breathing came to a halt as he choked up on his words.

These weren’t the brothers. These weren’t Splinter or April or Casey. They were…were…

Krang?

Adriaen jolted in shock when Leo’s oozing and slimy tentacles slithered their way up Adriaen’s cheek, as though he was cupping it. Half of his body was morphed into the familiar Krangified monsters that they fought 5 months ago.

All of them weren’t themselves. Covered in the familiar, icky goo.

Leo was talking but all that came out were incoherent screeches, making Adriaen quickly slap Leo away from him, rolling off his beanbag and getting into a defensive stance, Kama’s out as he aimed his weapons at the group.

His eyes were wide and wild, body trembling in fear. How was this possible? They got rid of the Krang! Why were they suddenly looking like parasites?!

They all inched closer; the squelches of their non-mutant body parts rang in Adriaen’s inner ears. He gags, and makes a beeline to the bathroom, locking himself in as he takes in difficult breaths.

He can’t breathe.

It hurts.

He’s alone in this mess. Everyone was looking like those predators that invaded their hometown. The aliens that gave them hell for only a few hours.

Adriaen coughs, choking on his own spit as he taps on his plastron, trying to claw at where his heart would be. He needed to feel something to get him back on track.

He knew this feeling. He was panicking.

He’s alone.

Alone and scared. No one but the Krang versions of those he loves and cares for outside waiting for him…

Help…

Help…me—

HELP ME—!

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Adriaen gasps, screaming as someone was holding his shoulders, his body shaking and fighting against whoever was touching him.

“It’s me! Adriaen? You’re okay!”

Leo. It was Leo’s voice that had Adriaen immediately calm down. The mutant breathing heavily, chest going up and down as he slowly realised where he was.

He was inside his bedroom, laying on top of his bed. He saw the time on the alarm clock that was placed on the table beside his bed.

3AM.

It was that late?

“Hey, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” Leo gently asks, gaining Adriaen’s attention as the mutant blinks and searches timidly at Leo’s face and body.

He was fine. No pink gunk on him. Eyes weren’t yellow and predatory. No tentacles that replaced part of his hand. He was fine. He was normal.

Leo must’ve just been getting to bed as he only wore his pyjama pants. He wasn’t wearing his signature blue mask, which was expected considering no one wore their masks to bed.

Adriaen shakily felt his own face. He wasn’t wearing his mask either. Unlike how he was in his…nightmare? Dream?

“You’re okay…I’m right here.” Leo cooed, noticing how nonverbal Adriaen was at the moment. Adriaen was gripping tightly onto Leo’s forearm, his nails digging into his green skin tightly.

Shit, was that going to leave a bruise?

“Leo…?”

Leonardo sighs in relief when he hears his voice, “Hey, there you are. It’s me. Can you name 3 things you can see?” He asks, and Adriaen knew this was a routine to check on others who were experiencing some sort of panic attack episode.

“I see…you. My clock. My phone.”

Leo hummed in acknowledgment, nodding along gently. As he gave a gentle squeeze on Adriaen’s thigh. “And 3 things you can feel?” He inquired, patiently waiting for a response.

“T-the bed under me. Your hand…and the blood pumping through my body.”

“Good. That’s very good.”

Leo waits for a moment, watching how Adriaen sighs, exhaling a breath of oxygen before trying to relax his shoulders. “Nightmare?”

“…Yeah. A bad one.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Adriaen bit back a whimper, biting at his fingernail as Leo gently pushed his hand down from his lips to stop him from chewing off his finger.

“It was…you guys. Everyone. A-and we were going to watch a movie. But then…then you guys were just…”

Adriaen couldn’t form a proper sentence, growling at himself for sounding so pathetic and weak. But Leo waits, rubbing soothing circles on Adriaen’s leg.

“I looked up and you guys were all…Krang looking.”

This has Leo taken back, his rubbing stopping as he tenses up. Adriaen trembled; tears swelled his eyeballs as he tried to hold it together.

“I’m sorry…”

“What for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Adriaen shrugs his shoulders, unsure how to even react. He had multiple reasons for being sorry.

Sorry for disturbing him. Sorry for being so weak and pathetic. Sorry that he let a nightmare shake him up so bad that Leo had to bring him out of his panicked state.

Leo must’ve known what he was thinking, frowning. “Do you want me to stay the night with you?” He suggested, resulting for Adriaen to hesitate but nod, instinctively shuffling to the side to make room for the slider who slowly climbed into bed and under the covers.

Leo kept a watchful gaze on Adriaen who was still shaking but seemed better than he was earlier. Still, Leo wished he could do more for him.

“I’m going to wrap myself around you. It might help. Think of me as being your personal weighted blanket.” Leo softly jokes, waiting for a response before he initiates anything.

“…okay.”

Leo smiled slightly at Adriaen's voice, his arms comfortably wrapping around Adriaen’s waist and pulling him into Leo’s plastron. The slider nuzzles his face on top of Adriaen’s head, the latter blinking before subconsciously melting against Leo.

“Thank you…”

“Of course. Neon Leon is here to chase away the bad dreams.”

That earned a small smile from Adriaen who closed his eyes. Drifting back to sleep.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

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For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Mind Rape

Characters: Caden

Plot: In mission, Caden saves Mikey, but is captured by Krang in process and the guys(turtles) are watching helplessly as Caden getting mind raped by Krang Prime (to learn location or torture him, gives resistance a example what happens when you try to be a hero or all of it), but Leo won’t allows it as he fights off Prime in mindscape, while protecting Caden. Prime surprised and enraged that the ‘pest’ survived (You?! How many times do I must KILL YOU?!) fights back! It seems like Leo is winning but Prime taunts him and tricks using his emphaty against him trying attack Caden. Leo takes the blow and his soul is weakened by it, which uses this opportunity to get rid of once and for all. But at that moment Caden pretty much shout NOOOOO! and has a ninpo burst that pushes Prime out of his mind to save Leo and even K.O.ed him in real world. Leo is shocked but has no time to dwell as Caden is exhausted sudden energy burst and quickly takes over kid’s body and tell brothers to move. They got far away as Leo can hear raging roar of Krang Prime. Finally he passes out. Caden wakes up in medbay surrounded Leo’s brothers. They are so happy to see him. Caden reminds them that he’s not Leo at the moment but to his surprise they know. Turns Leo was possessing him while he was unconsious to feed him. He was very worried when Caden wasn’t waking up. He even scolds his brothers for treating Caden unfairly because it was Caden who saved Leo in Mindscpe, all of them were worried for him and felt guilty. They happy both Leo and Caden are okay. Caden even hears Leo that he’s glad he back and thanks him for saving him. They say to him that he is part of their family too as they hug him. He even feels Leo hugging him too and for the first time Caden feels like he belongs and he’s happy😂.

This will be marked off as 'Mind Rape' as that is the main focus!

This is probably gonna be either a bit short or some things may change as I don’t want the oneshot to be too long. But I tried to keep it as close as I could to the request!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: I Need A Hero - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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I Need A Hero

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Do I Look Like Him. This is set in the bad future timeline!

Bingo slot: Mind Rape

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; Mind rape, mention of wanting to vomit, implied near character death, implied felt of being violated, impalement, etc

Summary: Krang Prime has Caden in his clutches. Terrifying him. Torturing his mind and soul. Caden needs an out, he can’t take it. Leo has to take charge now, and god damn if he couldn’t save Caden then he’ll never forgive himself.

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He pants; eyes blown wide as he stared at the mess surrounding him. He and the others were inside an abandoned building, he didn’t know which building exactly, but it was big and entirely in ruins.

He remembered when Donnie told the group that Prime himself was seen roaming the area, possibly looking for the Resistance base to invade, so they had to act, they had to take him down.

Caden wasn’t entirely fighting ready. He was still getting used to even using the katana’s that once belonged to Leo. He was no fighter, no ninja. But yet they needed him, because he was a mutant, naturally stronger and faster than the average human. Not to mention Leo would be with them. In his head that is, but when the family knew that Leo was able to possess Caden, it helped them feel safer. More secure in fighting.

Finding Prime was easy, but going up against him? Not so easy.

Caden could barely register what was happening when the boys all ran in to attack, their ninpo’s overwhelming their body, glowing brightly.

Prime was quick, his armored battle suit slashing its way at the brothers that sent them flying. At one point Donnie used his Ninpo to create a shield dome around Caden’s frozen form when some debris came soaring at him.

He yelped, falling down and sitting up with ragged breaths. He was scared. He couldn’t move. Blink. Twitch. He couldn’t do anything!

“Kid, move!” Leo’s voice echoed in his head, begging for him to run. But he couldn’t, his body stiffening in place as he watched Prime loom over Mikey’s unconscious figure on the floor.

Raphael and Donatello were groaning from the other side, barely getting to their own two feet. They weren’t going to make it.

They weren’t going to save Mikey.

“Ah, the mystic warrior. How pathetic…couldn’t even land a scratch on me.” Prime smirks, amused as he picks up Mikey by his hood. The turtle grunts, kicking his legs out slightly in hopes to wriggle himself out of the grip.

“Mikey! Caden, help him!” Leo begs, his voice loud and ringing around inside his head. Caden could see that Leo was pacing back and forth, slamming his hands on the floor.

Caden watched, silently seeing Prime squeeze the youngest brother, crushing him as Mikey let out pained chirps.

Caden could help. He just needs to move.

Move…

Move damn it!

Move, move, move, move—

“MOVE!”

Caden grips the katana’s once he unsheathes them from the holster on his shell, his body swiftly running at Prime, silent and quick before he jumps up.

He gave out a little war cry before stabbing the swords on the hands of the organic armor. Prime hollered in obvious agony, dropping Mikey as Caden held on, using the swords that were embedded in the hand to hold on.

“You…!” Prime growls, using his free hand to pull Caden off him and hold him up high. The young mutant squirms, groaning and hissing as he feels his body being crushed.

“Let…go!”

Prime just stared, observing him before he grins. “I recognise you…the new resident annoyance that the Resistance tried to hide away from me.” He mumbles, turning away and walking off whilst holding Caden who focused on trying to get free.

He was brought up to a second level of the building, ahead of him was a web of pink organic mess, made by the Krang as it had eyes blinking and staring.

It was disgusting.

Prime wrapped Caden into the goo, the organic hive of the Krang entrapping him as Caden struggled to run, trying to throw himself forward or rip his arms free, but he was stuck.

“You freak! Let me go, or I’ll—“

“Or you’ll what? Stab me again?” Prime grins, holding up the katanas before throwing them to the side, Caden froze in shock, he had no weapons, no way out…and the brothers were still injured to fight back.

He was alone.

“Hm…let’s see what’s crawling around inside your head.” Prime leans in, his tentacles sliding up Caden’s plastron and to his head, as the young mutant closes his eyes, grunting and snarling as he tries to move as far away as he could from the touch.

But then…he felt agonising pain when he could feel Prime’s disgusting pink appendages, assaulting his head.

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Caden choked on his own saliva, barely being able to breathe as he clutched his head. He didn’t know where he was, but memories were eating away at him, tormenting him as he ran.

He ran and ran, until his legs ached, and he fell over. He was in such pain. Flashes of past that weren’t even his were like a flashbang for him, white noise ringing in his inner ears as he felt dizzy and sick.

So sick.

“Hurk!”

He wanted to vomit, but couldn’t, heaving on the floor as he screamed his throat raw. What was happening?! Why did his body feel like it was on fire?

He felt violated, in a strange way. He began sobbing, banging his head against the floor. “Please, stop! No more…it hurts…no more!” He begged, over and over as he heard the chuckles of Prime.

He glanced up, teary eyed as he shook in fear and exhaustion as Prime stood over him, grinning devilishly. “How interesting. Your brain is nothing like I expected. It’s almost as though there are two beings in here. Two different memories…” He hums, looking down at Caden who flinched back at the stare.

He winced when another painful throb to his body slammed into him. Chirping distressfully as he felt his body slowly giving up. Going almost limp.

Where was Leo…? He had to be around right? To help him…to save him?

Prime took a few sinister steps forward, slowly taunting him from the sounds of his heavy steps. What was he going to do to Caden? Kill him? Torture his mind and body? Brainwash him? Turn him into those Krang monsters?

Leo…please.

He closed his eyes tightly when he saw Prime hovering in front of him. He didn’t want to see what was to come.

“CADEN!”

Leo ran in, picking up Caden and running off away from Prime. Leo knew being in this empty space didn’t give him leverage of hiding or even getting away too far, but it was enough to put Caden at a safe distance away.

Leo had felt the violation of Caden’s mind being invaded. It had struck Leo for a moment too, which was why he wasn’t around when Caden was pleading for his rescue earlier.

But Leo snapped out of it, appearing from whatever void he was in to manifest back into Caden’s mind and rush in when he saw Prime so close to him.

With no weapons, Leo relied on his speed to save the young mutant.

“What?! You?!” Prime exclaimed, eyes blown widely in shock as he stared at Leo who protectively stood in front of Caden’s limp body.

“You should be dead!”

Leo scoffed, clicking his tongue as he smirked cockily at his enemy, “Or maybe you just missed me so much, that I simply just can’t be killed.” He teases, he was good at that, bantering with the enemies.

Prime looks between Leo and Caden a few times before he laughs loudly. “I get it now…you're trapped inside him? Well, this is just interesting. I would be killing two turtles with one stone.” He widely beams manically, watching how Leo snarled back at him in warning.

“Don’t even think about touching him.”

“Who said I’ll be touching him first?”

Prime charges in, Leo gasping and quickly diverting out the way, luckily Prime was only focused on him at the moment, ignoring Caden as he pounced back towards Leo who dodged an incoming swipe of the armored claw.

He wished he had his swords with him. He couldn’t use weapons in his mind. So this was going to be hard.

This went on for what felt like a long time. Caden sat up slightly, trying to get up and perhaps even help out. But he could barely move without hissing and wincing.

He saw Leo being smacked around by Prime, only for the older slider to get back up and punch Prime a few times in his disgusting, squishy face who would roar out in anger.

Prime clicked his tongue lightly before gazing over to Caden. Seeing the young mutant completely wide open.

Fine then. He’ll destroy Leonardo Hamato another way then.

He changes direction, coming right towards Caden with murderous intent. “No! Leave him alone, bastard!” Leo screams, running after him.

Caden widened his eyes when he saw a pink appendage flying right at him, heading towards his face.

He was going to die.

But then..a flash of green and blue zipped in front of him, blocking his vision. But he heard the figure sharply inhale, followed by the sound of a crack.

Caden stared with wide eyes, watching Leo being impaled through the stomach. There was no blood visible, but it looked like it hurt. Leo’s look didn’t help, the way he gagged slightly on air and struggled to not keel over.

“L-Leo…?”

Caden’s voice was small and scared, his hand trembling as he reached up to touch Leo’s face, but hesitated, afraid that if he touched him, it would cause more pain for the slider.

“Caden…you okay?”

Am I okay…?!

He was flabbergasted, he was the one impaled and yet he was asking if Caden was okay?!

Prime huffs, backing up slightly as Leo moaned in pain as he collapsed onto Caden’s lap. The young slider gripped onto him like a lifeline as he remained silent, replaying the scene over and over.

“Well…at least he’s done for.” Prime hums in amusement, as he notices Leo’s body fading in and out, his body pulsing with his markings glowing.

His soul was weakened. And if he doesn't get help now, he’ll…

He’ll die.

“No…no, no, no—“

Caden breathes rapidly, tears swelling in his eyes. But what baffled Prime the most was when he saw Caden’s own body glowing, his markings illuminating the dark as his eyes were burning more than pure white.

The symbol of the Hamato clan hovering behind him like a shield ready to deploy.

“NO!”

The sound of his voice sent a shockwave of mystic energy, Prime screaming as his own larger body was flung back. Before Prime could even register what was going on, he was forced out of Caden's head, yelling in pain as though it felt like someone stabbed his skull.

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Caden who was still entangled in the organic goo gasps sharply when he felt Prime rip himself away and out of Caden’s mind.

His armored claw accidentally flung out and cut down the organic goo that held Caden hostage.

The young turtle grunted on impact when he collided with the floor. Sweating as he watched with dizzy eyes, Prime’s hands clutching over his head, looking like he was experiencing severely loud noises that he was trying to block out.

Caden looked around, noticing the katana’s he crawled his way over and picked them up. But that was all he could do, whimpering when he felt his body give up once more, but to his surprise he felt like someone was taking over him. Possessing him.

”I’ll take it from here, kid.” Leo spoke to him before guiding Caden to relax in his mindscape that they shared. Let him rest.

Leo upon taking control almost doubled over from the pain and dizzying sensation that he felt from Caden’s body.

Almost curling over and vomiting up bile. But he managed and picked up his katana’s, groaning as he forced the legs that weren’t his to run and jump down, reaching the lower level of where his brothers were located.

They were injured but alive and awake as Raph was helping Donnie to his feet. “Guys! We gotta go!” Leo demanded, shocking the others. Mikey tilts his head, before gasping.

“Leo? You possessed Caden? Is he okay?!”

Leo glanced over to his youngest brother and bit his lip. “He’s resting at the moment in here.” He paused and gently tapped his finger to the head, “But we need to leave, cause I think I’m going to pass out soon.” He informed, the four recoiling when Prime roared.

“Do you think you can portal us out of here?” Raph asks only for Donnie to quickly deny such a request. “Caden can’t use Ninpo. We’ve already tried that before. And Leo couldn’t use his months ago.” He explains, ignoring the way Leo looked quite offended before he sighed.

“He’s…right. Plus, even if I could, I don’t think I have enough juice in me.”

“I’ll get us out!” Mikey assured, gently pushing Leo behind him as he stretched his hands out, a glow emitting from his body as an orange portal opened up ahead.

“Go, go, go!” Leo shouted, waving for his brothers to run in, they automatically listened as Leo jumped after them, landing on the other side, tumbling over and wincing a bit when his body hit the tiled ground of Donnie’s lab.

They made it…thank fuck.

Leo smiled tiredly, closing his eyes as he passed out.

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The beeps of machinery is what had Caden stirring awake, fluttering his eyes open exhaustively as he gazed around, taking in where he was.

The med bay. A private room as well.

He sighs, recalling the moments of what he remembered. Leo had room control over him, helping him to get out of harm's way.

He would have to thank him when Leo wakes up. He could see in the back of his mind Leo laying on the floor, using his scarf as a blanket and sleeping away soundlessly.

He should probably try and rest more…but he can’t. Perhaps because he had already been sleeping for awhile now, not 100% sure how long exactly but he had to guess it was at least a few hours right?

“You’re awake!” Mikey called out, making Caden flinch in surprise, glancing over to see the brothers piling inside the room, and rushing over to him. All asking questions if he was okay and how he was feeling.

Caden blankly watched them, at first he wanted to assure them, tell them he was okay. But then he recalled that the last memory he had was when Leo took over.

They must believe he was still Leo.

“Guys…guys!” He lightly snapped, catching their attention as he sighs and sunk further into the pillow behind him. “I’m not Leo.” He informs, voice mumbling but he hoped it was clear enough for them to hear.

“We know.”

Huh?

Caden widens his eyes, looking up at them as Raph grins politely, gently caressing the top of Caden’s head. “We know it’s you. And regardless we’re still going to ask if you’re all right.” He assures, watching how Caden opened and closed his mouth but couldn’t form a sentence.

“Yeah, you’re family after all.” Mikey added, leaning against the mattress as Caden stilled at the comment. They considered him family?

Donnie eyes him and sighs, “You’re even more of a dum-dum than Leo if you thought we didn’t actually consider you as a Hamato.” He gave a little cocky grin, especially when he saw Caden stare wide eyed at him of all people.

Don’t cry…don’t cry…

Caden told himself, but he couldn’t help but let the water works flow, looking away in embarrassment as he sniffled and used his hands to wipe away the falling tears.

In his mind he was also crying, standing in front of the podium that were the controls, having one arm across his eyes to hide his teary state.

He then felt a large, warm and gentle hand resting on his shoulder. Leo had woken up at some point, carefully walking over to not startle him before finally making himself known.

“You did good kid…you did good.”

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO CARD

Childhood Trauma

Flashbacks

Panic Attack

Shock Collar

Three/Luca & Leo (During Donnie Gifts What if Scenario)

Three witnesses Leo’s collar shocking him. Flasbacks clouds his mind mistaking Leo with himself as he tries to take it off of him. Leo protests confused, but in struggle collar gets slightly damage causing to shock them both (a little stronger than usual). Leo wakes up with bandages around neck. Brothers explain to him what happened. He was knocked unconcious with slight burn marks than thankfully won’t leave a scar while Three teleported himself. Leo recalls before losing consiousness Three’s guilty/terrified look before teleporting and worries for bio twin. Meanwhile Three is having a panic attack looking at his burn hands as memories from childhood are mixing with memory unconconcious Leo. He breaks down in tears.

I don’t know how you are planning the official version, but what do you think of this ‘what if scenario’?

This will be marked off as ‘Childhood Trauma’ as I feel like that’s the main focus!

Shock collar, panic attack and flashbacks are still open for those who wanna make a request!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Bad Kid - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Bad Kid

(Not canon to the main story as some things may change in the canon story when I upload Three’s fic. This is just a ‘What if’ scenario I guess)

Quick note: Three/Luca will be known as Three in this fic because he isn’t given his own name yet by his family. And this is during a time where he is undercover and is still working for Draxum!

Bingo slot: Childhood trauma

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, mention of vomiting, implied child abuse/child abuse, panic attack, slight burn marks, etc

Summary: Three relapses into some childhood trauma memories that he didn’t want resurfaced. But after seeing Leo, his twin brother, getting shocked by Donnie’s invention, Three can’t help but panic.

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Tsk, how ridiculous. They can’t even gather a bunch of silverfish mutants?

Three leans against a pole, face deadpanned and unimpressed as he watches the brothers make a fool of themselves.

He clicks his tongue. These are the mutants that Master Draxum wanted on his side? They were clumsy, foolish and to be very blunt, downright stupid.

Three didn’t like the idea of sharing the spotlight under Draxum’s rule. Why would he even need them if Three was enough as it is? He was perfect. Unlike these noobs.

“Three? You okay bro?” Mikey spoke up, waving a hand in front of his brother cautiously, the latter blinking as he realised he spaced out in his own thoughts.

He huffs, slapping Mikey’s hand away from his face, ignoring the unsettled look he was given from the young box turtle as he instead focused his attention on the others.

Donatello, the purple masked mutant, had swooped in and scared off the silverfish. At least he wasn’t totally useless, but Three still didn’t like him. And he knew Donatello returned the sentiment with him as well.

”Whew! Nice hustle, Donnie. I knew we could deal with this as a team.” Raph announces, hands on hips proudly but Donnie just rolls his eyes at him, looking away. “Actually, it was just me—but segue; I think I have a little something to kick our skills into high gear.” Donnie grins, pressing buttons on his wrist gauntlet.

Three raised an invisible brow at him. What could he possibly have that was supposed to be so great that their ‘skills’ would immediately be helped?

Three slightly jumped when the ground below rumbled briefly. Eyes narrowed on alert as he watched a huge drill come up through the concrete and presented itself to the turtles.

This of course caused the inexperienced team to praise and awed in amazement at the sight of the drill, but Donnie shut down their hopes before pressing on another button on his gauntlet.

The drill opens up as three inventions lined up on their own individual platforms, spotlights directed at them. Name place holders of the brothers with their own individual item was also seen.

Three couldn’t help but walk over and inspect the items in suspicion. One by one the turtles grabbed their gifts and placed them on where they were meant to go.

Donnie looks to Three, him being the only one who didn’t have a gift. “Uh, I made them before we met you, so I didn’t have time to make you anything.” Donnie explains, face blank and voice clearly indicating he didn’t care if Three would be upset or not.

With a scoff and crossing his arms over his plastron, Three returned the expression back at the inventor.

“I wouldn’t even need assistance from your lousy toys.”

“T-Toys?!”

Before Donatello could even begin to express his annoyance towards the other mutant turtle, Three had walked past him and let out a bored yawn.

He stops a short distance away from Leo, the slider blinking at his newly found twin brother in awkwardness. Three ignored Leo’s nervousness as he instead eyed the bulky collar around his nape.

A small chill down Three’s spine had the mutant shudder for a second. He shook away any thoughts that dared try creeping into his head, instead he averted his gaze towards a strange sound from the alley, as did the others.

The group followed the distant screeched and loud cluttering from afar. Three swiftly ahead of them before coming to an abrupt halt and crouching down behind some trash bins, he felt the presence of the brothers beside him, as they too all watched in anticipation.

A large pig mutant is seen capturing a few silverfish from earlier.

“You know what, that guy looks like the Meat Sweats.” Raph had teased, earning chuckles from his younger brothers, excluding Three who silently rolled his eyes as he waited for Meat Sweats—the mutant that was named by Raphael, vanished down into the tunnel systems when he opened a manhole.

Curious and a duty to recruit potential mutants for Draxum’s team, Three went ahead and followed, ignoring the hisses and comments from the others to have him stop and stick together.

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“Ow! Donnie, why is this collar shocking me?!” Leo shouts, twitching when he lets out his famous one liners, only to get zapped.

The boys had begun discovering what their gifts can do, Raph’s helmet was apparently talking to him, Mikey’s jumpsuit inflated every time he tried to bounce around, and Leo….

“This thing doesn’t like my awesome one-liners? But a good pun can really shock the punchline to life.” Leo snorts at his joke before yelping and grunting when the collar sparks up and shocks him.

Three who had been thrown over towards Leo and was just about to jump back into the fight to fend off Meat Sweats, couldn’t help but froze on the spot upon seeing Leo getting electrocuted.

His breath hitched when he witnessed another jolt being sent to Leo who was continuing to try and make horrible jokes. Three felt his hands become clammy as cold sweat drips down from his forehead and down his cheek.

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“You disobeyed my order and decided to leave the base?!” Draxum shouts, standing tall and glaring down at the young mutant he created.

Three, the young turtle was coughing and wheezing, on his hands and knees as one arm clutch around his stomach.

Three was starting to become covered in bruises and scratches upon Draxum’s wrath. He was not happy. But how could he be? Three ignored the order of staying in the lab while Draxum was out running errands.

Three had gotten so curious in exploring the Hidden City that he just had to get out of this underground lab, otherwise he was going to go crazy.

Draxum was not pleased upon returning to see that Three wasn’t around. He was going to give the boy hell.

And here he was, doing just as he promised himself. Punishing the young turtle who had tears streaming down from his eyes.

“I’m s-sorry—!”

He was cut off when a vine wrapped around his neck and lifted him up in the air. He gags, clawing at the vine as he shakes, trembling when he sees Draxum inch closer and closer until he is standing in front of his creation at eye level.

“You’ve been a bad kid. If you continue to ignore my orders, then perhaps I should extend my punishment time with you.”

Three gulps, sniffling as he whimpered when the vines around his neck pulled him along in stride of Draxum’s steps. The scientist leading Three over to a familiar cage.

“N-no…not the cage—!”

He was interrupted when he was thrown inside. Shaking as he widens his eyes. The door closed, locking him inside as he stared through the bars at Draxum.

“Please! I’m sor—“

A buzzing was heard, followed by the sounds of electricity zipping around the cage. What sound was heard next was the screams of agony from Three. The light of the electric current painting Draxum’s blank stare as he watched his creation writhing in anguish upon the shocks.

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Now in the present, Three hadn’t realised that he let his body take control for a moment as he ran to Leo, who seemed puzzled.

Especially when he watched Three claw at the collar around him. “Hey! What are you doing?” Leo announces, trying to hold Three back from getting into his personal space.

Three didn’t respond, pupils small and wild as his breathing was fast. He was razor focused on getting the collar off Leo who continued to protest.

“Would you just—calm down!”

Leo shouts, being pushed roughly against a wall by Three. The harsh shove had been strong enough to damage the shock collar, the familiar beep echoing. Leo gasps when he realises what was about to happen.

But he never got the chance to push Three away to safety. Not when a strong surge of electricity flowed out of the collar. Leo yells in pain, along with Three who shrieks along with him.

The two get intensely electrified by the damaged collar.

The twins collapsed on the floor once the shock had begun to subside. Both twitching and shaking, Leo tried to speak but couldn’t, choking on his saliva as he stared at Three who was trembling on his hands and knees.

Three had looked up and watched Leo with wide eyes. But Leo’s vision was fuzzy, he tried to stay awake but his body, exhausted, had closed his eyes and passed out.

The last thing he saw was a bright light, Three sinking down into the concrete, no, through a portal that was made by Leo’s sword.

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When Leo awoke in the med bay, he groaned and sat up. Rubbing at his head as though he felt like he was hit by a cement truck.

He also noticed the bandages wrapped around his neck. Gulping at the sight when he looked over to a mirror ahead of him.

“Oh good you’re awake.” Donnie points out, walking in with a clipboard in hand as he walks to his brother.

“How do you feel?”

Leo stares, blinking in confusion. “What happened?” He asks, his memory a bit hazy, Donnie sighs. “The collar I made for you was damaged. You were unfortunately electrocuted by the device.” He was blunt but Leonardo could tell Donnie was feeling guilty for his brother getting injured from his invention.

“You have some marks on your neck from the shock, but I can safely say that they won’t leave any scars. You got lucky.”

Leo let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, relieved that he seemed like he was going to be okay.

He couldn’t believe he passed out from getting electrocuted by the collar. All because Three freaked out on him and shoved him against the wall—

Leo gasps, eyes blown wide as he scans the med bay. “Where’s Three?! Is he all right?!” He hurriedly questions, only growing more concerned and baffled when Three wasn’t in the medbay.

Donnie raised a brow at him, silently questioning Leo’s comment. “Uh….he’s fine? I think. I don’t know, he won’t come out of the guest room.” Donnie shrugs, as he hands Leo a cup of water.

Leo took the cup, but didn’t drink it right away. “He…hasn’t come out of his room?”

Donnie nods, “Yeah, I’m not even sure how he even managed to get to the lair before us. Bastard left us to deal with Meat Sweats.” The soft shell grumbled as he walked away to write things down on a clipboard.

Leo gazed his eyes towards the water. He recalled Three looking so mortified before he had teleported away using Leo’s sword.

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Three sat in the corner, rocking back and forth as he tried to take in greedy breaths of oxygen. How long has he been feeling like this now?

He lost count.

Memories of being a bad kid and getting punished by Draxum was all Three could think about. He bites down on his lip hard to prevent himself from letting out a pathetic whimper.

He flinched when his arm accidentally touched the cold metal of his sword that was leaning against the wall next to him.

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Three hunched over as he spews up bile, his small body trembling. Everything ached, throbbed.

Draxum had forced him into doing intense ‘training’, refusing food, water and rest for the young child. It was his punishment for talking back to his creator.

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Another memory was when Three collided against the wall, a dent left behind as he slid down to the ground.

Fresh cuts and bruises on his skin as he shakily stared up at Draxum who huffed with narrowed eyes, his vine slowly retracting away from Three before the yokai turned away and walked off.

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Stop it…the punishments were necessary. I am perfect now…

Three had dug his nails into his palm, blood slightly flowing out as he hissed when he felt a twinge of shooting pain from his hand.

He opens up his plan, narrowing his optics as he observes the burn marks from the shock collars.

Maybe this was his punishment for freaking out over nothing. Right?

If that’s the case….why was he crying?

Ah…he knew why. He was being pathetic.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

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For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Shock Collar

Characters: Matt and Nico

Plot: This one is kinda funny and angsty at the same time; Matt and Nico decide to try and prank their parents by using an old shock collar that they found in the resistance base to try and scare them by having Matt wear the collar and making a bunch of jokes to see if it would shock him (the shock collar is the same one as the one Donnie made Leo in the Donnie’s Gifts episode of the show) and it almost gives their parents a heart attack and they make Matt take the shock collar off and has Donnie destroy the shock collar.

This will be marked off as 'Shock Collar' as that is the main focus!

This was surprisingly hard to make. So I kinda ran out of ideas on how to go about this.

Wasn’t sure how to make this as both a Nico and Matt fic. So, this is focused more on Matt. Hope that’s okay!

Also, this is going to be a bit short. Sorry about that! And Adriaen isn’t going to make an appearance in this. So it’s Leo and Donnie! And of course Nico makes an appearance.

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Zip-Zap - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Zip-Zap

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide. This is in the bad future timeline during the Krang War!

Bingo slot: Shock Collar

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; Getting shocked, scarring, stutter development from being shocked, etc (honestly, not as angsty as the previous fics)

Summary: It was only a prank. He found this weird collar, remembering that his uncle invented it and showed it to him. He thought it was fine. But then he just couldn’t take it off. It malfunctioned.

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“Matt, we’re going to get in trouble for sneaking in here. You know how Uncle Tello feels about us being in here!” Nico hisses in a whisper, moving in alert and light on his feet.

He wasn’t sure how Matt talked him into entering their family’s vault of old stuff that they kept over the years, but here he was. Matt claimed he wanted to find something he could use to play a prank on his dad’s. Especially Leo, who despite being the leader of the Resistance, still found time to play little pranks on Matt.

“It’s fine. Quit whining!” Matt sighed, going through the boxes, he found a hippo costume, some old tech and weird looking clothes.

He holds up a purple costume with a big hat, scrunching his nose up in confusion.

Is this what they wore in the past? Lame.

He hums, looking around before noticing a sealed door, he tilts his head, walking over and tapping it, inspecting on how to get it open.

He noticed a password panel on the side.

What was something Uncle Donnie would use?

He perks up, typing up what he believed was the correct answer.

Bootyyyshaker9000.

It beeps with a green light as the door opens to reveal more things, this time his eyes focused on a blue bulky collar.

“Awesome…”

He picks it up, observing it as Nico walked over, puzzled by this contraption. “Is that a collar?” He questioned, touching it slightly as Matt chuckled and slipped it over his own head, wearing it.

“Looks neat on me, right?”

“It looks stupid on you.”

“Don’t be a hater, just because you wouldn’t be able to pull this off.” Matt waved him off, walking out the room before he bumped into someone, making him grunt and stumble backwards, looking up and making when he saw both Leo and Donnie staring down at him, hands on hips, looking unamused.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Leo questions, narrowing his eyes slightly as Donnie eyed the collar, “And why are you wearing my invention?” He added, Matt gulping and chuckling awkwardly.

“Uh…just you know, cleaning up the place?” He lies, and quite horribly to as Nico face palms, shaking his head as Leo crossed his arms over his plastron.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re lucky this thing doesn’t seem to be on.”

“Why?”

Donnie steps in, clearing his throat. “It’ll shock you.” He bluntly states, making Matt widen his has. “Shock me? Awesome.” He grins, tapping around on the collar, before he accidentally taps the button on the front, flinching when it buzzed to life.

“Shit! Okay, Matt! Whatever you do, don’t make any jokes. Donnie.” Leo orders, sweating before gazing to his brother who nods, “On it.” He assures, reaching down as Matt blinked and tilts his head.

“So, I’m guessing I turned it on?”

They nod.

“Wow, shocker.” He smiled, as it just slipped out, unaware that this was going to be the start of something agonising. The collar beeps, before it suddenly shifts and sent electricity onto Matt who widen his eyes and screamed, falling to his knees.

“Matt!” Nico exclaimed, watching in bewilderment as Matt squirmed and choked on the electrical currents. The collar stops as Matt coughs, panting heavily.

Wow…that hurt.

“Son! Are you okay?” Leo panicked, crouching down to him as Matt shakes, looking at his father with fearful eyes. Before he could respond, the collar beeps, which only confused everyone as Matt hadn’t even made a joke.

Another wave of electricity hits Matt who tenses, seizing as he collapsed to the floor, yelling as though his body was on fire.

“It’s…malfunctioning!” Donnie announced, unsure what to do when his neither was being shocked. “O-Off! Take it—ah! Off me!” Matt begs, tears forming as he managed to take a breather, curling slightly as Leo glared at Donnie.

“Get it off him!”

Donnie steps forward, but jumped back when the collar shocks again, the young mutant wailing as he seizes on the floor from the pain engulfing his physique.

Hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts!

Matt wheezes in greedy air when the shock stops, Donnie quickly ran over, gripping at the collar and pulling it off him, he throws the device to the side and checked over Matt who lays numbly in his arms.

“He needs medical treatment. Those shocks were far more powerful than what they normally use to be. It could affect him.”

He picks up Matt and quickly ran off towards the medbay, Leo and Nico chasing after them.

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Since then, Matt had some issues speaking. While it wasn’t terrible, he sometimes stuttered, and his body would sometimes twitch as though he got shocked.

He had light scarring around his neck but nothing major as they would be healed up in a few days' time.

“S-sorry. For all th-this.” Matt apologises to his father and uncle, clicking his tongue in annoyance at his stutter. He hoped it would go away soon.

“It’s all right…just, no more sneaking and taking anything that your uncle Donnie has made.” Leo smiles, mostly relieved that his son seemed alright in the long run.

“Right….why w-was the collar the-there?”

Leo rubs the back of his neck, “Uh…well, it was actually made for me. To stop me from making jokes.” He awkwardly informs, recalling the day. It was a bit fuzzy to remember that long ago, but he did remember the collar and its initial use.

“It su-sucked.”

“Yeah…yeah it did.”

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Suicide Attempt

Character: Three/Luca

Plot: Basically Three/Luca ends up attempting suicide because of all the shit he’s been through, Leo finds out what he’s trying to do and manages to stop him, the rest of their family and even Draxum finds out about it, and everyone tries to help Three/Luca feel better in any way they can and they also make sure that he doesn’t try and attempt suicide again (also you can decide what suicide attempt he tries to do because I’m genuinely too scared to try and come up with something myself tbh).

This will be marked off as 'Suicide Attempt' as that is the main focus!

Ya know what? Fair—

GOOD THING I ALREADY KNOW WHAT I WANNA DO WITH HIM—

Also, hey! We got another bingo!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Three Come Down - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Three Come Down

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Blood Is Thicker Than Water! Three/Luca will be known as Three in this as he is still getting used to being around family and hasn’t accepted his new name yet.

Bingo slot: Suicide Attempt

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, suicide attempt, self-harm, PTSD, depressive thoughts, self-hatred, blood, implied past abuse, etc

Summary: Three can’t let them see the self-inflicted wounds. He can’t show weakness. But...it’s hard, it’s so hard when your abuser comes around like he’s part of the family…family huh? Then maybe, Three shouldn’t be part of it anymore.

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What a disaster.

What a complete waste of his time.

How imperfect.

Those were only some of the choice of words Draxum had to say to Three. To his creation. And my god, did Three eat it up, and not in a good way. He wanted to vomit out at each insult he was put through.

Baron Draxum was a monster. He was his master.

And yet here he was, mingling with the others who welcomed into the family. Or at least Mikey did, the others just tolerated and our up with him in order to not upset their youngest brother.

Still, it sickened Three to very core. He had barely just gotten used to this whole family dynamic thing, and now Draxum was back? Saying he was a changed yokai? Someone who could be trusted?!

“Urk!”

Three looked away, placing a hand over his mouth as his other hand gripped onto the wall beside him. He was watching from afar, and he couldn’t take it much longer. Silently he left the group, making his way to his bedroom and closing the door for needed privacy.

Three swallowed whatever bile threatened to come up his throat, shuddering as he walked to the bed, sitting down and just staring at his lap when he got comfortable.

Physically he was fine. But mentally he knew he was fucked up. The memories, the voices, the thoughts.

All itching at his brain. Tormenting him. Taunting his very being.

Imperfection is what he was. And he couldn’t allow that. Not while Draxum was still here.

It was drilled into him at a young age to be perfect, otherwise suffer the consequences.

So stupid. So naive of him.

And yet…old habits were hard to break.

“Shut up….” He told himself, slamming his hands on his head to try and focus on ignoring the negative emotions. What was something he could do to help him focus? Help him ground himself?

A shimmer caught his eye, gazing to the side to see his katana rested up against the wall. He gained a thought, silently hopping off the bed and making his way over to the weapon.

He picks it up by the hilt, peering down at the reflection of the blade. It was sharp, he knew that. The sharpest he’s ever had.

He’s killed others with this blade before.

Now he was curious. Just how sharp was it?

He extends his arm out, guiding the sword in his free hand to hover above his green skin.

And he sliced, hissing in a deep breath as it stung. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening it back up, watching the line of his cut become clear as red liquid oozed out.

Okay. So, it was sharp. And a bit painful.

But hey…it helped him focus on something else.

One more.

He sliced again. Wincing at the sensation.

Another.

And another.

And it continued for a few minutes.

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He knew it was dumb of him, but since that day, whenever he had such a depressing thought or feeling, he’d just cut away on his arm.

Of course he kept this a secret. No way was he going to let anyone see his state. He wore a lot of hoodies since then, even when it was hot, he claimed he was merely cold.

It had been a particularly hot day today, to the point where Three told the others he was heading topside for some much-needed fresh air, the others understood and let him go, trusting him to go off by himself.

When climbing out the sewers and hitting the busy streets of New York. Three urged for a breeze but got none.

Grumbling, he climbs up an apartment complex, reaching the rooftops. Surely there was a breeze up there, right?

He wandered around, finding the highest point he could find that wasn’t too far from home.

When he did, he stood on the ledge and just stared ahead. Not caring if anyone saw him or if the wind blew just strong enough to knock him off balance.

Huh….

He looked down, he was definitely high up. If he did fall without trying to use his skills to safely get down. He could wound up seriously hurt.

Or dead.

That…that didn’t sound so bad the more he thought about it. Being dead meant you could escape from the harshness that was the world. No longer have to think. No longer have to remember.

No longer have to feel.

He can just end it all…

Step.

End it all.

Step, step.

End it all. End it all. End it all—

“STOP!”

Three was suddenly pulled back, he felt the wind being squeezed out of him as someone wrapped around his torso. Three blinked before wriggling, trying to get out of their hold.

No! He was so close. He could’ve ended it all!

“Let me go! I need to—“

“Three, calm down. It’s me, Leo!”

He stiffened and panted to catch his breath, looking down slightly to see that Leo had a very tight grip around his waist, the two sitting on the ground as Leo observed with fearful eyes.

“Leo…? Why’d you…how did…?” Three was at a loss for words, he didn’t remember Leo coming with him. Unless he followed him out. And if that was the case, why?

“I was worried…you’ve been acting strange.”

Leo mumbled, voice shaky and out of breath. Leo felt like he couldn’t breathe when he saw Three about to step off the ledge of the building and just…free fall.

“Three…are you okay?”

Was he…okay?

“I don’t know.”

“It’s okay.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know, I don’t—“ He stops himself from repeating, body trembling as reality starts to sink in. He…wanted to die just then. He was going to die if Leo hadn’t appeared when he did.

He was not all right.

“Fuck….” He hisses, wincing when Leo helped him up to his feet, tugging on his arm where the cuts were. Leo narrowed his eyes, about to gently lift Three’s sleeve up, but Three slapped his tridactyl hand off him.

“Let’s go home.” He grumbled, turning around and leaving. Leo followed not far behind.

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The others knew something had happened when the twins returned home. Three didn’t acknowledge them and headed straight to his room. Leo watches with a frown and walks over to his brothers.

“Everything okay? Did you two have an argument or something?” Raph tilts his head, arms crossed as Leo opens and closes his mouth. He should tell them. Most definitely.

Maybe he didn’t want Three to get pissed at him. He so would if Leo told them what had happened. “Something happened, yeah. But I won’t go into detail about it.” Leo vaguely replied, which only had the others more curious and puzzled by this statement.

“What do you mean? What happened?” Donnie interrogated but Leo shook his head firmly. He’s the medic of the team. He can deal with the situation that Three is in by himself.

“All I ask…if that we all keep an eye on Three. If he says he’s going topside, one of us has to go with him. Even if he argues with you on it. You go with him.” Leo sternly ordered, which of course the guys were immediately tense and worried.

“Leo—“

“I mean it. I’ll…deal with the rest.”

Leo cuts them off, walking off towards Three’s bedroom. He needed to see him again. Check in on him once more.

He knocks, “Hey…it’s me. I’m…coming in.” He announced himself, opening the door and closing it behind.

“Three, are you—“

Leo halts in his steps, eyes blown wide as he sees the blood dripping off the blood. The red liquid trailing down Three’s arm.

Leo quickly ran over, shoving the sword out of his hand and quickly wrapped a blanket around his wound to stop the bleeding.

He gasps, noticing up close the cuts that Three inflicted upon himself.

“I didn’t know what else to do.” Three quietly spoke, looking down in shame and embarrassment. But he was too exhausted to stop Leo from seeing his state.

“It’s okay…I’ll help you out. I’m here now.”

Three slowly nods. Turning his gaze to the blade with a blank expression.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[chil-aglia]

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO CARD

Gio cries into someones chest He just needs a good cry man And ONE of them HAS to have a Suicide Attempt

This will be marked off as ‘cry into chest’ as that is the main focus!

This dude fr need to cry it out (honestly all my OC’s do—) The way I locked in cause I have been wanting to write some angst about this prompt—

As for the suicide attempt slot, well, I kinda have an idea on who and what to write BUT I wanna see if anyone else suggests the prompt that’s pretty good for me to write instead

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: Cry Baby - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Cry Baby

(Some parts of the beginning are canon to the main story, but I won’t say what parts. You’ll just have to see for yourself when you read the chapters of Eyes on You)

Quick note: This is set after Giovanni is freed from the EPF who had been using him and torturing him. However, this does not mean it’s canon to the actual main storyline as that may change when I write it!

Bingo slot: Cry into chest

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, PTSD, nightmares, depression, anxiety, implied suicidal thoughts, implied sexual assault (very brief), implied body experimentation, past needles, past abuse, etc

Summary: Giovanni has tried to keep it together. He has been doing so well since returning home. Returning to his family. It’s only a few nightmarish episodes he has. So why does he still cry?

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“No! Leave me alone!”

Giovanni felt his body weight being pinned down, the growls of something much larger than him hanging over him. The feel of her breath hitting the back of his neck.

“Please…stop—!”

Tears welled in his eyes before he yelled in fear when he was dragged back into the darkness, the echoes of her laughter ringing in the air. Her tentacles gripped Giovanni’s legs tightly.

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“Hold still for me Giovanni. This will only pinch a little bit.” Dr. Brookes soothes, pressing one hand into Giovanni’s shoulder, keeping him down on the metallic operation table.

Needle inching closer to his face.

Giovanni whimpers, unable to speak, too scared to utter a word. But he hoped his body language was enough of an indication that he didn’t want a needle.

Why isn’t Mother listening to him?!

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“Think you're some big shot? Just because you're the favourite specimen?”

Dr. Avery grins, kicking Giovanni in the chest as the turtle rolled onto his side, wheezing and clutching at the spot he felt pain in.

He can’t attack. If he did then he’ll be all alone in this room. He doesn’t think he can handle that at this stage. Not to mention the shock collar that was wrapped around his nape.

Giovanni chirps in distress when Dr. Avery pinned him down, straddling his waist as he let out a sinister chuckle. His hands roaming down Giovanni’s sides.

“That’s right. Be a good boy for me. I never had my chance to feel you for myself yet.”

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“Quit your crying S129.”

John Bishop snaps, pressing down on the remote as Giovanni sharply gasps and screams at the jolt of electricity.

The collar beeping before it subsided. The mutant turtle twitching and whimpering as he tried to stand back up.

He only managed to get to his hands and knees, panting as he looks up at Agent Bishop who while remained stoic, had the faintest smirk stretched across his lips.

“Not bad…we’ll make a monster out of you yet.”

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Giovanni felt like he was drowning. Suffocating, but also limp and numb. Staring at the cement wall of his cell.

The stench of blood covering the room. It used to make him gag. But now, he kind of doesn’t mind it anymore. He lets it linger in the air around him. Not that he had a choice.

Giovanni ogles down at his blood stained palms. The cheering roar from the audience continued to echo in his mind.

He just wants to end it all.

He wants to rest.

Please, let him rest.

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Giovanni snaps his eyelids open, gasping in cold sweat as he sits up urgently in his bed. Feeling around his body as though he thought it wasn’t going to be there.

Everything felt to be in the right place. That eased his worries as he began calming down. But his heartbeat continued to drum against his chest.

His anxiousness was no doubt through the roof if Donnie attached a monitor to him right about now.

Right, Donnie. He was in the lair right? Along with the rest of his brothers.

Giovanni looked around the room, his room that his family so graciously made for him during his…MIA days.

It had only been 4 months since Giovanni was rescued and brought home. It took some time but 2 months into his recovery he was doing better.

Hardly any nightmares or painful memories surfaced. He didn’t jump at the slightest noise or go on high alert whenever someone entered the room. He was good.

He is doing well.

Or so, his family believed that to be the case. When in reality, Giovanni had just gotten better at hiding things. He was in a constant state of paranoia, fearful that if he let his guard down, he would end back into their clutches once more.

He never mentioned his condition to anyone. It would only worry them. Poor Mikey would hardly sleep if he knew this. Donnie would overwork himself on trying to come up with something to help Giovanni. Raph’s worry stink would overwhelm anyone in the room, himself included. And Leo would forget to take care of himself, focusing more on his older brother.

He didn’t want that to happen. Giovanni already put them through hell when he was kidnapped.

He sighs, looking over to the alarm clock on his bedside table. Just a little past 2AM in the morning. He could try and fall asleep, but nerves built up in his chest, he didn’t want to risk seeing those memories again.

He could try and walk around the lair to tire himself out. But his body remained frozen in bed. Paralysed in his brief state of panic from his nightmarish memories.

He softly groans, rubbing his tridactyl hands over his face.

“Giovanni? You're awake?”

The voice of his father had made Giovanni flinch in surprise, looking ahead to see the rat poking his head through the sliding door of the subway car.

“Dad…?”

Splinter hums in acknowledgment, walking inside and closing the door for privacy as he slowly makes his way over, “I heard some strange noises earlier, so I thought I should check in to see if you’re okay.” He explains why he was here and awake at such an hour in the morning.

Shit. Was Giovanni making noises in his sleep now?

”Sorry…for waking you up.”

“Nonsense my son. I was already up to get some tea.”

Splinter climbs up on the bed, making sure to have enough space between him and Giovanni who carefully watches his father.

“You look tired. Have you been getting enough sleep?” Splinter questions, concern written on his face as he slowly reached out and cupped Giovanni’s face to get a better view of his son's exhaustion expression.

Giovanni wanted to lie. Tell his father that he was fine. He had been fine for the past 4 months of being back home. Safe and sound.

So why…why was he choking up?

Splinter's optics widened when he saw tears streaming down Giovanni’s face. The way his eldest son hiccuped and trembled as he sniffled.

Giovanni pressed his face further into Splinter’s palm that held his cheek.

“P-papa…”

He sobs out, as he hunches forward to the rat who was quick to cradle him. Splinter shushes soothingly, pressing a tight hand against the back of Giovanni’s head to keep his face hidden into Splinter’s robe.

Splinter’s free hand occupied itself by rubbing calming circles on Giovanni’s arm. The mutant turtle had wrapped his larger arms around his fathers smaller body, sobbing and nuzzling his snout into the fur chest as much as he could without hurting his father.

“Oh my little Yellow….you’re okay now.”

“Papa….papa…I’m scared…I don’t wanna go ba-ack!”

Giovanni choked on his tears, repeating the words ‘papa’ quietly under his breath as he listened to Splinter’s heartbeat. He melted when his father cradled him, gently rocking him back and forth like he was a baby.

“You won’t go back. Not while I’m here. You’re safe with papa.”

Giovanni didn’t respond, at least not verbally. Instead, he sniffles and relishes himself into the comfort of his dad.

He wants to rest.

Let him rest.

But he can do that after he finishes wailing like a child into his dad’s body.

Splinter’s touch was much better than the scientists from EPF, and better than the Krang after all.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)