Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Dᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ's 200 Dᴀʏs

28 || 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐃

Caution: This chapter contains mentions of sexual abuse, decapitation, and mental disorders. Read at your own risk.

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It looks like this turtle is going to be hunting with a bunch of cloaked animalistic freaks. As he prepared himself for the hunt, he watched all of the young Joker soldiers drench themselves in mud, cover their faces with animal skulls, and make their weapons from bones and other natural material, making him scoff.

"All of 'em are playing with sticks and mud...like children." He says quietly to himself, having to drench his odor in the mud, leaves, and bones, too.

Four nudged Donnie, holding a spear made of a broomstick and a deer's femur bone as the head of the spear. "Abeamus."
(Translation: "Let's go.")

Donnie watched Four a many other hunters run through the damp paths into the forest, about a dozen or so with quiet manners. Before he could follow the group, he looked over his shoulder and saw Zero watching from a large tree, his cloak draping over him and concealing his face. His stance-- well, to admit it, disturbed Donnie because Zero is mysterious and his intentions are barbaric and awful to witness. He turned away and followed behind Four who was at the back of the group and obviously, the mutant felt out of place. He didn't belong there, but he needed to know how to escape without being decapitated.

The entire time Donatelloo ran for about fifteen minutes nonstop on this military sprint during a hunting mission, he thought about how these humans hunt. Of course, he sees the weapons they possess, but how would they use them? Are they quiet? Why are they in such large numbers? Do they spread out or map out a game plan to corner a deer or a herd of elk? he wasn't sure. At this point, he was not interested in hunting, he just wanted to observe and if able, make a run for it.

Eventually, the Joker's hunting group came to a stop in a thicket, suddenly startling a small herd of deer which caused Donnie to cock an eyebrow ridge. He heard the leader of the hunting group spit out in rage, frustrated that they had already lost their target. Instantly, he and his clan begin to bicker and argue in Latin, causing Donnie to roll his eyes.

Soon, this whole thing of chasing down the herd just frustrates Donnie because these kids are taking way too long. When the clan scared off the herd again for being too loud, he barged in and looked at the leader through his mask and mud mask. "Tag ludens non adiuvat ut cervum capias!" Donnie spat at his face.
(Translation: "Playing tag will not help you catch a deer.")

The hunting leader shoved Donnie's plastron through his cloak, hardly getting a budge. "Melius putas te posse facere, stulte?!"
(Translation: "You think you can do better, you idiot?!")

"Etiam, possum!" Donnie enunciated, snatching the spear from his hands and walking through the brush with the rest of the group who muttered funny things about Donnie.
(Translation: "Yes, I can!")

He could hear that they were interested to see how a little turtle could hunt. Others thought it was ridiculous for him to take over the hunt. But no one stood up to him, so they let him lead the rest of the hunt. As he leads the hunting clan through the forest, he explains in their language that they cannot be too loud and travel in large numbers unless they know what they are doing.

Thankfully, the herd wasn't too far west and Donnie managed to keep the crazy Jokers quiet to sneak up on them. He whispered specific instructions to them, telling them to creep around the herd, acting like their feet were part of the forest floor. From where he stood, he watched these Jokers surround the herd, nearly startling a deer or two, but he was impressed with their improvement in a matter of minutes.

He could feel the suspense in his chest tighten with joy now that a few Jokers including Four were closing in on a deer of their choice. When Donnie gave the silent signal to attack the deer herd, the hunting group had gone in for the kill. What Donnie wasn't expecting was the way they demolished their prey. He was sure they'd stab the deer's ribcage to reach a lung, or pierce the skull quickly... Instead, Donatello witnessed the Jokers' behavior which consisted of unnecessary stab wounds to the young buck's neck, hind legs, and stomach.