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apatchedupdoll · 1 year

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cw: gore and death

This is a ROTTMNT AU I thought of while at work. Work seems to be the best place to think of all this shit or in my hazy awake sleep state. I hope you enjoy! There's art I swear!

Donatello watched as a kraang hound was tearing through people. He sipped his drink and seemed unfazed by it all while humans and yokai were either running for their lives or desperately trying to fight off the pack that had barged into the underground bar. It was a merciless blood bath. He couldn't care less at the carnage. Good, other people know how he feels. Alone, as everything was torn from them. Their family and friends gone, although he envied the guy that had his head smashed into the wall. The softshell leaned back to avoid gore thrown his way, and now his drink was ruined. His eye twitched. He really needed that drink. He picked up his poor excuse of a metal bo staff and smacked the hound that went for him. It hit the ground with a loud thud before scrambling back up to continue its assault. Donnie was not in the mood for this shit. Seemingly without effort, the ninja got up with his weapon and glass in hand. He smashed the glass into the hound going for his neck before using his bo staff to smash the head open with great force. His legs started to shake as he leaned against the staff, but it was short lived as the other hounds went for him. He deflected and blocked the attacks being able to predict the unpredictable creatures, however the attacks got too much and the ninja had to jump back before grabbing abandoned drinks and throwing them at the hounds. Eventually throwing an entire table at them. He did this a couple times, although he did take a couple chances at getting some free drinks. Maybe after another 30 minutes and the help of a few other survivors the kraang were finally put down. They would have been done in 10 if his brothers were still here.

Without hesitation Donnie took what he deemed worth it from anything dead, even as he got a few glares. He didn't care, who would keep him in check? A necklace, a book, a map, a few watches, and... Despite being the main contributor to taking down the kraang, his vulture behavior was starting to rile up the survivors and he took that as his que to leave. The turtle made his way out, almost passing the tunnel the kraang had made to get into the tunnels. Donnie used what he could to patch up the whole before finally leaving. It became a mindless walk through the tunnel until he found his way to the surface. Well the underground city was very underwhelming to say the least. He found his way to his hidden lab. It was pretty bare all things considered. The exhausted turtle limped his way to his hammock before carelessly falling into it and dropping almost everything he was carrying to the ground. Out of all his brothers, he can't believe he was the one to survive this long. His eyes wandered as sleep didn't bless him as he'd hope. What a shame. He did have a new book. Robot Carnival. Wasn't that an old movie? He mumbles to himself as he reads through the book and finding it somewhat familiar. After some time the technician's mind starts to wander, ideas starting to trickle through his head. He suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide before they start to travel towards his pile of personal items, an old old picture of his family durning younger times. He knew what to do.

Months had passed (maybe a year?) and Donnie was in his lab trying to calm his agitated knee. The brace was starting to fail him and he was having to lean on his bo staff more and more. But it was fine, he was almost done. He stood up and started to limp over to his hyper-fixation. He got down on his braced knee, finding some comfort in the pressure, and started to go through the blue metal shell before him. After a last few adjustments he closed the hatch, making sure it was locked in place. He practically dragged himself to now face the robot turtle. It looked exactly like his brother, younger and more robotic, but it was good enough. Donnie reached out, hesitantly pulling back for a moment. What if it didn't work? Was he replacing his brothers by doing this? What if he fails? Donnie waved away the thoughts with a shake of his head before pressing forward. A blue light flickered and the antenna twitched then perking into the air. Parts of the robot softly glowed blue to show each part was working. Donnie waited with bated breath. The robot looked up to the turtle before tilting its head. Donnie's heart squeezed then broke as the robot flinched and shut down. Frantically the technician scrambled to find the problem. He was so close! He had it! No! He was going to do this, even if it killed him. He couldn't be alone anymore.

So, I thought this was just going to be a short story. BUT. I am suddenly intrigued by the idea of it all. I've decided I'm going to write this story! For now I'm thinking about calling it Metal Bonds and Love. I can't really think of anything else so it will probably stay that way. The whole idea of Donnie building his family and going on adventures with them while annihilating Kraang is just too heart warming to ignore! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!

Also let me know if you like this idea! I'm already making a document about this story so if you have any questions ask away! It would help me think about things for the story and flesh it out. This goes for any stories I make as I love to share!

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