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mikey adopts a cat

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i hope you get worse actually

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Blud spoke too soon

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The Kitchen Window (pt. 3)

Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader

desc- (April knows something is up with your story, and decides to investigate)

warnings - swearing (duh)

word count - 2.1k

READ PREVIOUS PARTS HERE- one - two

The first message pops up on your screen when you’re at one of the corner tables in the cafe, on your mandatory 30 minute break when she texts, drinking something that wasn’t on the menu. It’s from an unsaved number.

[hey! It’s April]

The first time she’s texted you after exchanging numbers. An easy smile comes to you.

[Can we meet up tomorrow? I’ve got a lead on a few break-in cases]

You set your cup down to respond, wiping your mouth with your sleeve and start typing back quickly.

[i’d love to, but i’m working a 6-9 :((]

She types and sends another message almost immediately.

[does tonight work then?]

She sure was relentless.

[sure! any place in mind?]

[would your place be okay?]

Your place? Your quiet, empty, drab apartment?

[yeah that works ! lemme send you the address. i get off at 7]

[awesome thxxx]

You laugh quietly to yourself while typing down the complex name and your room number. April seemed nice enough from the little you knew about her. Strong, independent, gorgeous. Vern was definitely trying to tap that. You really hoped he didn’t, but she read as a woman that could hold her own. You liked it.

Your coworker coughed to get your attention, indicating you’re 3 minutes past your break. You pocket your phone, and then stand to clock back in and finish the last half of another boring shift.

April’s already beaten you to your apartment, leaning against the outer wall by your door and looking down at her phone when you get there. Her head lifts with a pretty smile when you greet her.

“Hey! Sorry I’m running a little behind.”

Your hands fumble the key ring before shoving one into the lock and it twists with a click. She’s understanding.

“No worries. I’m glad we could meet up.”

“Sorry,” you’re quick to bring awareness to the nearly bare space when the door creaks open, “I don’t really have a lot going on in here.”

April scans the room while you shed your jacket and shoes, walking in and taking in stride the plain couch and old carpet.

“Wow. Kinda lonely.”

Ouch. Painfully truthful but, ouch. Way to beat around the bush.

“Yeah,” you huff, “I’m not here a lot. Or anyone else.” That statement proves false when a high-pitched meow and tinkle of a little belled-collar comes from the kitchenette. The cat is patting her little feet on the counter.

“Hey there kitty.”

Your visitor walks over to give her a little scratch under the chin, which she accepts gladly.

“Oh yeah, she’s here too. Watches over the house for me.”

April chuckles.

“What’s her name?”

“Vannie. Like Van Gogh.”

You thought the name was genius when you first picked it out, poking a little fun at her one missing ear. It sounded a little bit ridiculous now, when you were saying it out loud to another person. April’s eyes get this curious, excited little light behind them when she turns to look at you. What it’s about, you have no clue, and don’t care to ask.

“You named her after an artist.”

“Sure did.”

It’s odd to you, how that seems to be the kicker, but that thought doesn’t even reach the processing department of your brain before April reaches into her crossbody bag and pulls out a laptop.

“I wanted to show you some of these recent reports on break-ins in lower manhattan. Maybe we could try and find your guy.”

“Okay miss detective,” it’s a compliment you mean, well impressed with her dedication. She was just so cool. April flips open the screen and sets the device on the countertop next to Vannie, wasting absolutely zero time. You feel a little guilty there’s not even a table or chairs for the two of you to relax at.

She opens a file on the Home page with two clicks. Vannie paws at the clicker icon that darts around the screen.

The two of you share a little amused laugh, and then divert your attention to one of the worded documents that she’s scrolling through.

“Rising illegal activity… here.” April moves her face back so you can move in and scan over the report. It read along the lines of a few specific perpetrators and their repeated offenses of theft and breaking and entering in around the block you lived on.

“It’s weird,” April rests an arm on the counter in thought, “You said some guy stopped whoever it was trying to grab you from your window. A ton of the reports and witness statements I’ve read over mention similar stuff.”

This surprises you slightly. She opens a different report and lets you freely scroll.

All of the accounts have about the same cookie-cut story. A shadowed figure, moving in, attacking, and then disappearing with little to no trace. No descriptions, no clues to who they were.

You knew though.

“So like… a vigilante.”

“Exactly,” April confirms. The way she’s looking at your face, gauging a reaction, settles weird in the pit of your stomach. It’s like she already knows the answer, the big picture to this case you’re still trying to put together.

“And all of them seem to be, what, a guy with a weird amount of strength that’s kicking ass at night and leaving the NYPD to clean up their mess?”

“Or…” she knows you know something, and it’s making you break a little sweat under the building pressure. You’re suddenly uncomfortable.

“Or… More than one. You can’t cover that much area in such a short amount of time.”

“Right.”

You’re cracking under the weight of her curious stare in the silence of the room.

April O’Niel is fucking baiting you.

She wants you to tell her the truth about who, or what, stopped your attacker a few weeks ago on the balcony. And poor, unsocial, people-pleasing you just spills it out.

“Okay, I-I know this is gonna sound absolutely crazy.”

The words come flowing from your mouth, a sporadic spout of words that you can’t stop. Her eyes grow wider and wider as you admit you really did know what the guy looked like, and how he’d come to your window intentionally one night just last week. Maybe it was the pure lack of having someone personable (and also not a cat) to listen to your insane story that just keeps tumbling out. By the time you’re finished, April has the same look on your face that you did when you first encountered the giant turtle, like she was practically reliving the story in her own head. You’re breathless.

“I know it sounds like I’m insane, but I just couldn’t tell Vern,” you’re quick to your own defense, “He would never talk to me again. Nobody would.”

She just stands there for a minute in the quiet, gears clicking in that quick brain of hers.

“I don’t think you’re crazy.”

You don’t believe that for a second. Her baffled stare just moments ago were a telltale sign of someone’s concern. April was probably already thinking of how to transport you to the nearest psyc ward.

“I get it, it sounds-“

“Look… I gotta take go take care of something,” she shuts the laptop and is already shoving it into her bag, while you stand there fumbling for something to say to try and convince her of your story, “I promise I’ll get back to you, this is just super, super important.”

She definitely thinks you’re crazy.

“April, please,”

She grabs your pleading hand in both of hers and pats it like an old woman pitying the poor.

“I’ll text you, when I get the chance.”

April leaves you standing, slouched with your arms just hanging defeatedly at your sides while she practically runs out of the door.

“It was good seeing you! Have a good night!”

It’s quiet all over again when the door slams shut. Vannie meows, like it’s a question and you look at her with a pathetic expression.

“She thinks I’m batshit crazy.”

But you’re so wrong, because as you prepare yourself for another night of restless sleep, April’s quickly walking down the stairs and out onto the street with a phone to her ear, and a satisfied smile on her face.

“Donnie?”

“Hey April! What’s up?”

“We gotta talk. I’m swinging by the lair in a few.”

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The boys are all standing around their booth table (the really cool one they’d dragged down into the lair forever ago), mouths agape while April explains in confidence the situation at hand. Splinter is sitting next to her, with a wise, attentive ear.

Raphael is trying to brood at his friend practically snitching all of his secrets to his brothers and dad, but he’s still so shocked at what he’s hearing that his brows are curling in confusion rather than anger.

“I told you to stay away from her apartment, Raph!” Leo’s first instinct is to point an accusing finger towards his younger brother. He seethes at it but before he can get a snide remark out, someone’s talking again.

“I didn’t know Vern had a sister.” Donnie is stuck on the main focus of all of their surprise.

“Or, like, any family!” Mikey cuts in, “He’s a lone wolf.” He lets out a horrendous impression of howl, and performance of ripping a nonexistent shirt from his body like a werewolf. April snickers.

“Vern doesn’t talk about her much,” she defends, “I just met her last week.”

It really was a ridiculous coincidence that the pretty girl Raphael has been so unintentionally drawn to was stupid Vern Fenwicks younger sister. Though he doesn’t think it would have made a difference in the outcome of him silently following her home some nights to ensure she makes it there without incident. Thankfully, April doesn’t know this, otherwise she would’ve outed that information to everyone by now. The oldest of the four speaks again, desperate to turn this into some sort of lesson.

“If you’d just listened-“

“What’s done is done, Leonardo.” Splinter's voice is calm, but commanding, “You cannot change that she’s seen him.”

That finally silences Leo, but he’s visibly unhappy. Donnie speaks up again.

“So what does this mean for us?”

This renders all of them unanswered. It’s a complicated thing. They can’t make you just forget the multiple interactions you’ve had with Raphael. But how do they approach forward from here? April has a suggestion she’s been thinking of since she left your apartment.

“I think she should meet you guys.”

“WHAT?”

All four voices are overwhelmingly loud and surprised at the idea.

“It would only make sense. She knows you guys are out there every night, she’s seen Raph,” she lifts her hand to acknowledge the turtle who just grunts in annoyance, “And she totally thinks that I think she’s crazy. I feel bad.”

“I don’t know,” Donnie’s hesitant, “this isn’t a dire, life threatening situation where human interaction is necessary.”

“What if she tells her friends?” Leo adds.

April bites her tongue. As sweet and kind as you are, it would come as a surprise to anyone on the outside that you pretty much only talked to people at your job.

“She won‘t.”

“So many people have seen us out there, and they don’t need to know who we are. Why should she?”

“Am I seriously the only one here who digs the idea?” Mikey says, “We have, like, two human friends up top.”

Raph is the only one who hasn’t spoken up. Secretly, it excited him to think about meeting you with, hopefully, no repercussions. But also, so many things could go wrong. He doesn’t realize everyone’s staring at him, waiting for his input, until the silence draws on for just a little too long.

“Man, I don’t know about this one.”

“Come onn,” Michelangelo throws a soft punch at his shoulder, “You can finally introduce us to your girlfriend.”

Raph pushes the youngests’ face away with his palm.

“Knock it off, dumbass.”

“Splinter?” Leo looks to his dad for guidance. The party’s torn and he’s left to be the mediator. After sitting in thought for a moment, the rat speaks.

“I don’t believe it would hurt to indulge. If April trusts the girl, I cannot see a reason not to make an acquaintance.”

“She really is sweet,” April’s on your corner of the ring, and Splinter’s words credit her immensely. She can see them all look at each other and wordlessly cave in, one at a time. Mikey pumps his fists in the air with excitement.

“Okay so even if we do decide to meet her,” Leo’s already made up his mind, but pretends not to, “We can’t just bring her down here.”

A good point.

April gets another idea. She pulls out her phone and holds up her finger to pause the conversation.

“Hold that thought.”

And with another text sent, the plan’s set in place.

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How I think Caseys mask would look depending on who his Sensai is.

I might make one for April and Draxum but this is what I have for the main guys.

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Hang in there

Ty @cippercopper for the suggestion

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this is a favorite of mine :D

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certain ineffable things

(rise Donnie x touch starved gn reader - little bit of angst, mostly fluff) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lazy circles drawn on hips.

Tender pats on the shoulder or head, conveying much more than mere words.

Nudges of encouragement or of endearment or at least conveying that someone else was there.

Various affectionate displays - all luxuries experienced in the most painfully infrequent intervals.

 At least, they were to you.

Home definitely wasn’t the place to be seeking out stuff like that - your upbringing had all but made certain of that - nor was anywhere with your colleagues or friends. Any time anyone so much as got near, your skin seemed to crawl and spine shivered and-

In short, it seemed an endeavor destined to fail.

That wasn’t to say you didn’t like it. The physical contact part, that was; the yearning and all that was inarguably awful.

But the occasional touch or elbow rub or hug just absolutely made you melt. Only when you felt like it though. And normally only when you initiated it. And typically only with a certain purple clad significant other-

A hand grasped onto yours.

You snapped back to the present, sitting in Donnie’s lab where you’d been idly passing him tools and utensils as needed and he’d been discarding them back into your palm, and where a misunderstanding where each of you thought the other to be passing them something and extended two empty hands made quite the startling connection of the two.

“Sorry!” Your hand retracted as if repulsed by his. “Sorry.”

He jolted on his own accord before looking over at you. “You alright?”

“Are you?”

Donnie blinked. “You shuddered as if I transferred a few thousand volts which, considering my current field of experimentation, is feasible. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. What a way to get dragged out of a soliloquy. “It just, uh, caught me off guard is all. What about you? You just about leapt out of your seat.”

“All’s good on my end.”

“Yep. Same here.”

“Alright then.”

A terse moment passed. Despite how fervently you hoped he’d turn back to his work and drop the upsettingly awkward conversation, Donnie’s softly confused gaze stayed fixed on you. 

It made your stomach churn in a manner halfway between flustered and unbearable - that was to say, leaving sounded like a viable option.

“You know what? I might go get a snack or something; it’s been a minute since I had anything so...”

“Right. Want me to have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. fetch you something?”

“No!” You took a deep breath upon realizing you were nearly shouting. “No, that’s quite alright. I don’t mind moving around a little bit.”

“Oh. Okay.” Donnie remained wide-eyed and immobile, tracking you curiously even as you moved for the door. He probably kept that up as long as he could, as long as you were in his sight before going back to work, not that you knew for certain, of course. You had squared your shoulders and rushed out as swiftly as possible, only easing up when you reached the kitchen.

You set straight to work on that snack and a warm drink to help you recuperate.

With a sigh, you prepped a kettle on the stove, leaving it to boil as you ventured mindlessly to the pantry.

After retrieving something to munch on, something easily poppable, you returned to an eagerly whistling kettle, the contents of which you quickly emptied into an eagerly awaiting mug. You plucked a tea bag from the cabinet adjacent to the stove and dunked it in, setting a timer.

As the tea steeped, you tried not to do so in your thoughts. Swimming and swarming uncomfortably through your brain with unpleasant reminders of how unfairly you’d behaved earlier, how unfair the circumstances around how averse you felt toward simple contact were-

No, not going there right now. You busied yourself with snagging pieces of your snack, losing your thoughts under the fervent sound of crunching and grinding and-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Right. The tea.

Steeping over and tea bag tossed, you gathered your bearings and paused in the doorway. On one hand, you could go back to the lab and talk things out like a sensible person. On the other hand, cowering away in Donnie’s room was also there.

“Psh.” You shook your head lightly at yourself and trudged your way to his room, ever the craven.

You sipped at your earl grey contentedly, navigating around stacks of thick books and planters filled with rich soil and plum-colored tradescantia. Donnie, ever the botanist at heart.

Following the oh-so-perilous journey across his purple-fluorescently lit room, you settled on his mattress. Something struck you as funny in a deprecating sort of way when you sat - going into his room uninvited and making yourself at home on his bed seemed less intimate than simply coming into contact with him. Maybe you were just desensitized to eradicating his personal space but still quite opposed to doing the same with his personal bubble.

Yes, it was funny. Pathetic, too, but ironically funny nonetheless.

You couldn’t remember the last time you purposefully came into contact with someone and liked it. Like, genuinely, when was the last time you were touched?

Yes, sometimes it happened out of necessity - someone helping fasten on a bracelet’s clasp or zip up an outfit or something of the sort - other times it happened by accident - like earlier - but other than that, you hadn’t the foggiest idea of when you’d last sought intentional contact with anyone. All you knew was that it had been a painfully long time which made it a painfully sore subject.

The quiet shuffle of steps made a sudden appearance, ones you could recognize as Donnie’s without even looking up. So you didn’t.

A weight settled a considerable distance away from you on the bed, the sounds of the anxious pops of phalanges and the wringing of wrists making it even more apparent it was him.

You took a long, slow sip of your tea, savoring the last bit of warmth cascading down your throat before deftly discarding the empty mug on his busied nightstand.

You shuffled.

Talking, right? That was what was supposed to, what needed to come next, right?

Hashing it out verbally, coming to a resolution, going back to sitting in the lab with hardly a word exchanged and certainly no skin brushing by skin.

How do you ask someone why they scarcely touch you without sounding inappropriate or impotent? Not exactly a normal thing to ask. Or feel.

And how do you describe the niche feeling of wanting to feel any kind of contact but only under the most specific of circumstances?

Daunting, it was. All of it.

“Do you want to talk about earlier?” Donnie broke the silence.

The shake of your head was nigh indiscernible, but he perceived it nonetheless.

He twiddled his thumbs.

You cleared your throat.

He looked up from his lap.

You cautiously extended your arms out. An invitation to skip the words and go straight to the resolution.

Hesitantly, his hand met yours, the feeling electric, burning as his digits slid across yours to take gentle hold of you.

The two of you met eyes and, upon seeing no disapproval, continued with the utmost care.

You couldn’t recall which one of you moved to lay down first, but the other quickly reciprocated the shift, both of you ending up facing each other on silken violet sheets.

Legs tangled lightly for the purpose of pulling each other closer.

Tridactyl hands lightly glided to your sides, as if handling something delicate.

Yours made their way up, joining together behind his neck.

“I’m being so honest right now: if you want to stop, we’re stopping,” you voiced quietly yet surely.

Lazy circles on your hips drawn by his thumbs drew you in, drawn by thumbs that had increasingly more bravado by the second.

“Seriously, any moment you’re done, we’re done.”

A low hum sounded his amusement.

“Not as in done done, like done with this specific-”

“Respectfully,” Donnie interjected lightheartedly, “shut up. I’m good if you’re good.”

“…”

The silence this time once again carried an awkward air, but it was decidedly less insufferable.

Another second was spent before he cleared his throat, not wanting to misinterpret your silence. “You’re good?”

“Mmhm.”

“Then it’s good.”

With that, you decided his advice to shut up was the best idea you’d heard all day and did so, nuzzling your face into his neck sleepily. The reverberating churr and tighter hold you received in return were exquisite.

Oftentimes words proved to be the best and most concise way to convey a message; however, sometimes actions took that distinction, able to show as opposed to tell certain ineffable things.

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Atoms

Starring the 2012 turtles, based on a conversation between me and my younger siblings.

"I'm stabbing you I'm stabbing you!!" Raphael exclaimed as he gestured as if he was plunging a knife into his little brother's back.

"I have a shield," Mikey managed to say through giggles.

Mikey had been trying to pet Spike while Donnie was holding him and Raph was petting him. Every time Raph would shoo him away, Mikey would just come back after only waiting a second. After a few moments of this, Raph had enough and whipped around to Mikey. Thus, here they are, using invisible weapons on each other.

"Wh- it doesn't even cover your back!!" Raphael exclaimed in disbelief.

"His knife is so fast it goes in between the atoms," Donnie joked from where he was holding Spike.

Mikey, somehow with a straight face, countered, "My shield doesn't have any atoms it's too strong for that!"

Raph and Donnie looked at each other, mouths agape.

"His shield is non existent but still protects him," Donnie said.

The three burst into warm, loud laughter.

"His shield is made of electrons and protons," Donnie added.

"Electrons and protons make up atoms???" Raph questioned in the midst of his laughter.

"His shield is just an atom," Donnie suggested.

"One, singular atom," Raph wheezed.

Mikey was practically crying on the floor with laughter. Spike was long forgotten, having moved somewhere else in the room. The lair was filled with cackles and jokes, each one playing off the last.

When Splinter entered the room to see what the commotion was about, nobody had the breath to explain to him why they were talking about a shield made of a single, giant, atom.

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Debatable

2012 Leonardo x reader (platonic)

"My favorite part in every episode is when that guy slaps that other guy," You murmured, leaning into the couch with your arms crossed.

On the TV, space heroes was playing. You and Leo were currently watching it in the lair. An empty pizza box was a few seats away from you, the turtle brothers demolished it hours ago.

"That's Captain Ryan and Crankshaw," Leo corrected you. "And that doesn't happen every episode."

"We can agree to disagree," You shrugged.

"What? It's not a debatable fact?" Leo turned his attention from the show to you.

"Every fact is debatable," You said, matter-of-factly, "That doesn't mean it's subjective."

"Listen," Leo put his hand on your shoulder, "You are wrong."

"No, I'm not," You smirked.

"Yes, you are! Not every episode has Crankshaw panicking which leaves no reason for Captain Ryan to slap him-"

"See? You're debating me right now," You pointed out, puffing your chest.

"That's because you're wrong!" He stressed.

"All I'm hearing is confirmation that I'm actually right, though," You put a hand to your ear.

"But-"

"Ah? What was that? I'm right?" You patted his head. "Thanks, man. I know, I'm a genius."

Leo sighed and turned back to his show. There was no need to allow you to antagonize him. But he did continue to think about that argument for the rest of the day.

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Sorry I've been quiet. I was hit with a sudden urge to sew, so...

Donnie originally was going to have a smile like the first two but his expression killed me after the first four stitches so I decided to keep him that way.

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some soft, sweet and domestic moments for the boys this valentines day!

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Hummingbird

2012 Raphael x reader

You hummed a lot. You used humming to express laughter, 'aww's, and even anger sometimes. Raph wasn't sure if you were dropped as a baby and you just become a dunce when faced with strong emotions. However, he can't deny that it is kind of cute.

Whenever he says a sarcastic comment and you give a mirthful hum in return, it makes him want to pinch your cheeks. Aggressively. Perhaps tear your cheeks right off, in the most loving way. Your big smile when you do it is just so squashable. Note how that's not the same as squishable.

You often do it when watching movies or media you like. Something particularly cute or funny comes on and you will hum and run over to give him a suffocating hug before returning to your show as if nothing happened. He can't deny that he likes those hugs. It makes him happy that you're happy.

It's not often you get angry at him. Mostly, you empathize with his brothers or he takes a sarcastic joke too far. Sometimes when that happens, you hum, like a warning. He would almost relate it to you growling at him. If he weren't a little nervous about getting bitten, he might pet you on the head when you give him such an adorable warning. Still, he will end the argument if it gets to the point where you can't express your emotions in words anymore. He might pick you some flowers or knit you a sweater as an apology.

Raphael loves your little humming habit, and he wouldn't change it for the world. He will cherish your little quirk for as long as you let him. Even if he sometimes annoys you to death to get it out of you.

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Y/n: Would you love me if I was a beach ball?

Donnie: We both know how I feel about beach balls... So no.

*****

Y/n hours later: *sighs loudly*

Mikey: What's wrong, Y/n?

Y/n: Donnie says he doesn't love me...

Donnie, yelling from his laboratory: AS A BEACH BALL!!

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Zombies

The sound of little footsteps tapping across concrete in a quick pace filled the halls. A little turtle screamed in delight as he ran through the halls. His orange hoodie matched his playful, sunshine personality and bright eyes. A similarly young turtle let out an intimidating roar as he chased after the other. He wore an oversized, red jersey as he held his arms out like a zombie.

"I'm gonna get ya," Raphael stuck out his tongue as he took large, clumsy steps toward his littlest brother.

"No!!" Mikey shouted, probably louder than he should have but neither cared.

Mikey bolted down the hall toward the living room. The sound of banter and video game sound effects came closer and closer to him as he approached. Bursting into the room, he saw the twins sitting at a computer on the floor, the one in purple playing the game while the one in blue acted as a back seat driver.

"Turn turn turn!" Leo exclaimed, practically bouncing in place with his eyes glued to the screen. "Turn, Donnie!!"

"I can't turn in this game!" Donnie replied.

"You're gonna die!!" Leo exclaimed, dragging out the last word while dramatically pulling down on his face with two hands.

"Silence, Nardo, you die within five minutes every time, do not speak to me of death," Donnie shot his twin a dark glare.

Mikey ran towards his older brothers and clung to Leo, "Save me!"

Leo turned around to see Raph closing in. He gasped, tears springing to his eyes. He held out an arm in the protection of the young.

"I won't let you touch him!"

"Auargh," The monster groaned.

"Raphael, please, snap out of it," Leo cried, trying to get through to his zombified brother.

Raph was only getting closer, with no mercy in sight.

"Mikey," Leo whispered, "Tell Donnie to turn for me."

Leonardo patted his little brother's head and bolted forward, tackling his older brother.

"Leo, no!!" Mikey exclaimed as his brother sacrificed himself.

He watched as Raph chomped down on Leo's head. Mikey dropped to his knees, a single tear falling down his face.

"Leo," He whispered.

Leo stood up, his legs crossed awkwardly and his body strangely limp. He turned around and locked onto Mikey and Donnie.

"Urrrgh," He gurgled as he stepped closer.

Mikey screamed at the top of his lungs as both of his oldest brothers made him their target. Donnie put headphones over his head to drown out the glass shattering sound. Mikey jumped up and tried to look around for an escape route. The kitchen!

As he sling shot himself into the kitchen he dove toward on of the cabinets. He tugged it open and climbed right inside, slamming it behind him. He threw a hand over his mouth to middle his breathing. His heart drummed in his ears.

Raph and Leo groaned as they walked into the kitchen. They looked at each other and then at the cabinet that had an odd piece of orange fabric hanging outside of it. Raph groaned loudly as he walked over to a different cabinet. Meanwhile, Leo quietly stood in front of Mikey's cabinet.

Raph pulled open the cabinet he was at and groaned as he slammed it again. Mikey peaked out of the cabinet he was in and watched as Raph opened the next one. This was his chance! He flung the door open and sprinted out only to be caught by the hoodie as Leo let out a victorious roar.

"Tickle attack!!" Leo exclaimed as his squirmy fingers poked at Mikey's sides.

Mikey shrieked, begging him to stop. He rolled around trying to get Leo off of him as he cried out everything he could.

"Let me go!! Please!" He laughed, "Donnie, save me!!"

Unfortunately, he got no reply from the second twin. He had no back up. This was the end!

"I surrender," Mikey cried.

"Brains," Raph grumbled, taking Mikey's head as Leo let him go, "Nom nom nom. Mmmm brains."

Mikey reached out an arm before shutting his eyes and letting his body go limp.

...

Donnie was so close to winning. He had so many points, surely the finish line was near. Through the headset he wore, he heard three individual groans. Dread seeped into his stomach. The little dinosaur character smacked into a cactus and the game over screen filled the screen.

Yet, somehow, he couldn't find it in him to care as he stared at the empty kitchen doorway. Mikey peaked his head around the corner, his little face adorned with a drool.

Uh oh.

[miggymikey]

Eepy

Three days. That is how long Donnie has been cooped up in his lab with no food or sleep. His water was only half empty, considering he hadn't refilled it once during that time. He sat in his own muck, not having taken a single shower. He only left to use the restroom, because he wasn't a heathen. He just didn't have enough time in his life to do those things. The average person sleeps for roughly 26 years in their life. That is a third of life down the drain! Donnie didn't have that luxury.

But Raphael disagreed. The oldest brother slid open the lab door with zero grace and locked on to Donnie. He wore sunglasses, despite the darkness.

"Health Unit!" He exclaimed, "Attack!"

Leo and Mikey marched into the room, sporting matching sunglasses. Mikey whipped Donnie's chair around while Leo turned off all of his active tools. Donnie shrieked in horror as his computer file was closed and the screen shut off. Thankfully, Leo had the decency to save the file first. Raph grabbed Donnie's water bottle and handed it to the softshell.

"You cretins!" He exclaimed as Raph dumped him out of his chair. "I'm working on serious--"

He was cut off when Mikey pushed the water bottle onto his mouth.

"You look thirsty," Mikey smiled darkly, "Doctor Delicate Touch is here to help."

He said this as he held Donnie's face as tight as he could and practically shoved the open water bottle down his throat. Meanwhile, Leo told Shelldon to pick up the trash while he prepared the bedroom.

Donnie pushed Mikey away to yell, "Do NOT go into my room!"

"Would you rather sleep on my bed?" Leo sassed, clearly enjoying the events.

Raph picked up his younger brother and didn't even flinch when he received a bite in return. He carried the struggling turtle to the restroom and dropped him inside. Before Donnie could orient himself, Raph pulled the door shut and held the doorknob.

"No, no, no, no!!" Donnie scratched at the door, "Let me out!! You don't understand!"

"You arent leaving until you take a shower," Raph chirped.

"This is cruel! I did not agree to this!" Donnie exclaimed.

There was no response, but the door was still being held from the outside. Donnie groaned, holding his head. He glanced at the towel that was set on the sink for him. Then, accepting his fate, albeit with much grumbling about how dumb his brothers are, he turned on the shower and took off his mask.

Once he was done, Raph let him out, but did not let him walk freely. Donnie dug his heels into the ground as his older brother pushed him into the kitchen, where Mikey presented a bowl of cereal for him. Something light, presumably still wanting him to sleep.

Donnie grumpily ate the meal while Raph stood by the door with his arms crossed like some sort of prison guard. Leo approached the oldest turtle and put up his hand in a salute.

"The bedroom is prepared, big brother," He reported.

"Good," Raph smirked, a shadow falling over his face.

Dread filled Donnie as he realized there was nothing left in his bowl. Raph's shadow enveloped him. Donatello shrieked and struggled as Raphael carried him under his arm.

"This would be easier for both of us if you stopped struggling," Raph said.

"Are you kidding? This is fantastic," Leo leaned against the door, a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

"You fiends!" Donnie accused as Raph walked into his room. "You only wish for me to fail!"

Mikey and Leo peaked inside from the door as Raph manhandled Donnie. He dressed the purple masked boy in his pajamas and tore off the mask with a less than careful hand.

"Be careful with that!" Donnie complained. "You're going to pop the buttons, stop this tomfoolery!"

Donnie buttoned up the shirt properly. Then, Raph pushed him onto the bed and wrapped him up in a tight blanket burrito. Mikey looked on with big, envious pupils.

"Aww, I want to be in a blanket burrito," He whispered.

"I'll put you in a hammock burrito," Leo replied with a smug smile.

Raphael laid on top of Donnie as he struggled and whined. The other two, released from their duties, now left to prepare themselves for bed. It didn't take long for Donnie to tire himself out and fall asleep. Once Raph was sure the other wouldn't wake up, he carefully stood from the mattress and silently left the room.

"Phew," Raph patted his hands as if that whole ordeal had dirtied them.

His duties as the oldest sibling were complete. He made sure Donnie wouldn't kill himself from hyperfixation. Though, something told him Donnie wouldn't mind as much as his brothers would, as long as he completed his task. Whatever task he had been trying to accomplish.

That night, all four turtles slept soundly. And by morning Donnie was back in the lab with a fresh mind buzzing with new ideas.

[miggymikey]

Cheater!

Also they're just little children in this one.

It was the middle of the night. The halls in the lair were dead silent. Everyone was asleep. Except for Donnie and Leo.

Donnie held up the cards in his hands, squinting at them in the dark. He looked up at his brother, who adorned a confident smirk. Leo was definitely winning, with less cards. But, how? Donnie had done everything right. He had set down plus fours, plus twos, skips, and reverses all throughout the game. Yet, he was the one with ten cards in his hands while Leo had two.

He needed to decide carefully which color he was going to set down in order to change the course of the game. He picked out a red six and slowly put it over top the yellow one. Leo's smile only grew wider, so Donnie retracted the card, grabbed his blue six and set it down. He smiled wickedly.

Except, Leo had a certain glint in his eye. He took one of his two cards and placed it down on the pile.

"Uno," He said tauntingly.

Donnie gritted his teeth. He wiggled his fingers stiffly as he looked down at what Leo placed. A blue eight. Now, Leo was down to his last card, and it had to be red based on his prior reaction to Donnie's card. Surely. Donnie put down a matching blue three. He watched his brother with wide eyes. A silent, 'I dare you.'

Leo smiled at his twin's expression. He lifted up his last card dramatically. He dropped it onto the pile as if dropping a microphone. A yellow three.

"Pleasure doing business with you, sir," Leo smirked.

"You cheated!" Donnie stood up and pointed right at Leo.

"Whahahaaat?" Leo scooted back as Donnie tried to tackle him down.

"I know you did!" Donnie lifted his head after face planting right onto the hard floor.

"No! I would Never!" Leo laughed, standing up and running to the other side of the room.

A single Uno card fell from his jacket. Donnie growled at the sight. He picked it up and held it out.

"I knew it!"

"What! One card won't change the game," Leo crossed his arms.

Another card fell from his jacket. There was a beat of silence. Then, practically half the deck started falling out.

Donnie gaped. He couldn't believe Leo would lie to him like this. They were sworn allies! This was supposed to be a friendly game of Uno. He glared at Leo.

"This. Means. War," He whispered.

"Woah woah woah!" Leo held up his hands, "No need to get dramatic, it was the only way I could win."

"That says more about how dumb you are than how smart I am," Donnie hissed.

Donnie tackled his brother, the scuffle becoming loud and rough. There were choice words thrown (Stupid, dum-dum, butthead...). Leo covered his face in an attempt to preserve it from the attack. He cried out for mercy.

"It is two in the morning!"

The twins froze at the roaring voice of their father. They paled at the sight of his crossed arms and rageful face. This was not going to end well.