#This is either an atomic lass plot or a donnie plot

[dydxzero]

Atomic Lass!! It was really fun shading this

[raainy-daze]

The Snatcher.

[previous.] ➼ chapter two. ➼ [next coming soon…]

rise of the tmnt x gn!reader [PLATONIC], rise!leo x gn!reader

summary: someone keeps stealing everyone's things. nothing they've stolen has any correlation, and it's anyone's guess why they're doing it. as time goes on, the list of crimes grows longer. reader just hopes no one realizes it's them.

reader goes for their second target, a set of michelangelo’s paints. unfortunately, as april and donnie’s investigation kicks into gear, they find themself on the list of suspects. what are they meant to do now?

word count: 1,894

a/n: HEYOOO i’m NOT abandoning this surprise. every time i say writer’s block has left me, it hits me like a train, so i’m gonna be totally honest this time: this may not get part three for another several months. it entirely depends on how well my brain chooses to cooperate.

on a different note, we’re approaching one year of this account! i like to think i’ve done somewhat good with my writing so far. anyhow, hope you all enjoy this!

By next Tuesday, everyone had been thoroughly interrogated. Again, except Draxum, who was having none of it.

The tape rolled on your interrogation. Well, if you counted a phone camera as a tape. For the sake of poeticism, the tape rolled on your interview. You were sitting at a table opposite the camera, or rather, April's phone, very clearly holding in a laugh. April sighed, and her voice was heard. “(Y/N), where were you on the night of April 16th?”

“Didn’t we already establish this?”

Although it wasn’t seen on the video, you remembered April had brandished a clipboard. “Look, Don’s the one who wrote the questions, not me.”

“It's for the sake of a record!” His hand barely came into frame as he emphasized his point.

You decided to entertain the question. “I was in the lair with everyone else. We were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again–”

“Atomic Lass Dies Again 2 ,” Donnie corrected you from behind the camera.

“Okay, okay, didn’t realize that was a necessary detail.” You held your hands up. “Yes, we were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again 2.”

“I recall you weren’t seated the whole movie. Where were you when you weren’t watching the movie with everyone else?”

“I was in the kitchen, refilling the popcorn bowl.”

“Three separate times?”

“Twice. The third time, I was looking for a phone charger.”

The scratching of a pen against paper was heard. “And after the movie ended?”

“I was with Leo in his room.”

“Doing what?”

“Looking through memes and shit.”

“And you were with Leo because?” Donnie interjected.

You raised an eyebrow. “He's my boyfriend. I thought that was a pretty clear reason.”

“You weren't... plotting?”

“If you mean plotting out our next Minecraft build, yeah, sure.”

“And you left when?” April interrupted the line of questioning before Donnie got out of hand.

“Oh, I’m not sure. Sometime around midnight, I guess?” Not technically a lie, depending on how you defined ‘sometime around’. You left it vague.

“So, well within in the time frame of the crime?”

“Yeah, I guess so. But April and Sunita were the only ones who weren’t present in that time, right?”

“Okay, well, did you see anything when you were leaving?”

“Well…” You began recounting what you saw before the crime took place. “Leo was still up when I left. Mikey’s door was left open when I passed, and he was passed out with some YouTube video playing in the background. I think it was some top 10 scariest roller coasters video or something? I’m pretty sure I was the last person to leave, everything was shut down in the living room.”

April nodded. “So if your story’s correct, that would mean it either had to happen before midnight, or it was one of Donnie’s brothers.”

“Or Splinter,” he interjected.

“I guess? I don’t know, I can’t really see your dad having a motive for it.”

“Old people are weird.”

“Especially Splinter,” you agreed.

And the video ended, everyone brought back to the present, April 22nd, 5:09 p.m., in the lair once more. “This is the final interview we recorded,” April stated, disconnecting her phone from the projector. “We took this Monday the 18th, the day before the second incident occurred.” She walked over to the whiteboard. There was a 'victim' column now, listing only Donnie. April now wrote Mikey's name beneath his.

•°. *࿐

Last Tuesday...

You weren’t actually supposed to be in the lair right now.

It was the middle of the day, and you knew none of the guys were home, thanks to Mikey’s social media. Did this count as breaking in? You weren’t entirely sure. Oh well.

You walked behind Splinter’s armchair, not really taking too much care not to be seen. You could hear him snoring, and when Splinter was out, he was out. He would have no clue you were ever here.

You knew exactly who and what your target was. You didn’t stop to look at anything else, you went right to Mikey’s room. The door was open, so you had no worries about fingerprints on the door, though you had brought gloves just in case.

You looked around his room and winced. It was… a bit of a mess. You'd expected it, but it still wasn't very encouraging. You had to shuffle around carefully to make sure you left everything in place. You hopped over the laundry pile to stand over his desk. Damn it. Everything was piled up on the desk, you could hardly tell what was where. You sighed and pulled out your phone, taking a picture of the desk. Then, you reached into your bag, pulling out the plastic gloves you’d taken from your parents’ cleaning supplies.

Once you pulled the gloves on, you began carefully sifting through his belongings. Using the photo you'd just taken, you made sure you put everything back where it belonged, right down to the exact degree of rotation. But with every section of clutter you went through, you were getting increasingly frustrated as you kept digging around and coming up with nothing. You even pulled open a few of the drawers, gentle so you didn't knock anything out of place, only to find nothing.

Finally, somewhat annoyed, you left the desk. If it wasn’t here, then where was it?

You looked around. Then your eyes landed on one splash of color in the ocean of it. You squinted, trying to decide if you were really seeing what you were seeing. You were.

“What kind of psycho paints on their bed ?” Mikey’s paints were lying next to a not-quite-dry canvas laid down on his bed. You spent a full ten seconds staring at it, just processing what you were looking at. That felt like a disaster waiting to happen. His brushes were sitting in a glass of water on his bedside table, at least. You snatched up the paints, and were about to shove them in your bag when you thought better of it. There were still drops of wet paint around the caps, and you didn’t want all your stuff to get stained bright green. So instead, you chose to just carry them in your arms and pray you wouldn’t drop them.

You strolled past Splinter, still snoring, and made it out without no trouble. They weren’t even close to home when you left. Wednesday, April 20th, 3:39 P.M. The Snatcher strikes again.

•°. *࿐

Back in the present, everyone stared as April finished the tail of the y on Mikey's name.

“Everyone, we've got a serial snatcher on our hands.”

“Snatcher. Uppercase S,” Donnie corrected.

“How do you know the capitalization of something I'm saying out loud?”

He shrugged. “I just do. Anyhow, not to say I told you so, but I told you so!”

“Are we sure he didn't just... misplace his paints?” Sunita asked, in the most sympathetic way possible.

“I DIDN’T!” Mikey was reacting almost as dramatically as Donnie had, but with tears as opposed to anger and suspicion. You honestly felt kind of bad seeing it. You hadn't thought the paints were that important to him. He had a billion, after all. “I LEFT THEM RIGHT THERE! ON MY BED! I KNOW I DID! I LEFT THEM RIGHT BY MY PAINTING!”

Raph was patting Mikey on the back, trying to comfort him while April sketched out the new crime scene right next to the previous one.

“Hey, Mike, don't be so upset.” This was just a dumb prank, you didn't want to make him actually cry over it. “Look, I'll buy you some new ones, okay? We'll go to the craft store later,” you offerred.

“Oh, but (Y/N) , it's not just about the paints!” Donnie interrupted you. “It’s the principle! We don’t just have a Snatcher anymore, we have a serial Snatcher!”

“That sounds fucking dumb.”

“Shut up, Cassandra.”

“And April already said that.”

“Shut up, Leo.”

You were pretty sure it was more about the paints for Mikey, but whatever. Let Donnie have his investigation. It was more fun that way. The whiteboard was pretty impressive, honestly. At least, it was now that April had organized it. When you'd first seen it, Donnie had kind of just scribbled everything anywhere he could put it. April was in charge of it now, and was officially making a 'suspects' column. Everyone watched with bated breath as she wrote, waiting to see if their names were present.

Leonardo...

A dramatic gasp. “Me? Well I never!”

Raphael…

“But why would I take my brothers’ stuff?!”

Cassandra…

“WHAT?! THIS IS UNJUST!”

Ah, fuck.

And you.

You made no response but a practiced perplexed expression.

April explained why she'd come up with this list. “Leo and Raph are the only two of the brothers who haven't had anything... well, snatched.” There were a couple snickers around the room - mostly just you and Leonardo. The Snatcher title really was being embraced. “For all we know, this could just be a Hamato brother thing. After all, no one outside the family's been proven as being involved. And, well, Leo does have a reputation,” she muttered the last part.

“Wow, biased much?”

“And, well, kind of a similar principle for you, Cassandra. No offense, but this does feel like something you'd do. And I mean, we've seen you professionally steal stuff.”

“That's behind me.” Cassandra huffed.

“And me?” You were dying to know what could've given you away.

“Suspicious behavior.”

“... Suspicious behavior?”

“Suspicious behavior.”

“...” The two of you shared a long moment of questioning eye contact. “... Do I get anymore context beyond that?”

“Sorry. Confidential information.” Donnie answered for her.

You ran through everything you'd said and done in the last week. You couldn't think of anything particularly incriminating. Did she actually know something, or was she bluffing?

Jesus Christ, what is this, Death Note?

When the meeting was dismissed, you and Leo turned to each other, immediately sharing your thoughts.

“I can’t believe she suspects us! I mean, I don’t even know what those batteries are used for!” Leo had a hand to his chest, trying to emphasize just how innocent he was. He didn't have to prove anything to you, you knew exactly who it was. You also knew they weren’t batteries, they were a bunch of cables for a GPS antenna. You knew because you stared at them by your closet every night before going to sleep. They cast weird, overlapping shadows on your wall that looked a bit like a nest of some sort. You had no clue how they were so tangled when Donnie had barely even touched them.

But you didn’t say that. It’d make you look suspicious if you were keeping track.

So instead, you just played along. “I know, right? I mean, I wasn’t even here when Mikey lost his paints.”

Once you were done with your 'can you believe how ridiculous this is' debriefing, the two of you sat there on the couch together. He had an arm over your shoulder, scrolling through memes on his phone. You would joke about them with him whenever he showed you one, but the gears in your brain were turning. You had to get April off your back, and quick. She was onto you, and you had to come up with a plan to fix that, and fast.

Time to pull some strings.