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I open a weary eye to stare at the time politely displayed on the digital clock sitting on Leo's bedside table, it's 7 AM. The day just started, and I just came from the lair's second, larger, bathroom, covered by perfume... I think?.. Not really sure, I just kinda bathed myself with whatever covered the horrendous smell that infested my body.
I don't think I smoked that much (Did I?), but it was more than enough for me to worry about how I looked in the mirror, and oh god, why did I look? I'm the definition of a hot mess right now, if my pupils were more dilated I'd be scared they'd pop off. I try (and somehow manage) to brush my fur with my fingers, making sure every single strand makes its way to the right, sober-looking place where it once was. Alright, you've played pretend before as a child, Y/N, It's alright.
I look over at Leo, who is sleeping peacefully, with his limbs spread out to every single corner of the bed. I would be amazed, that is, If I wasn't grossed out by the drool on the corner of his lips, making its way to the soft fabric of one of the pillows. Now the pillow is ruined! Awesome!
Knowing damn well Leo is dead to the world around him and lost in a deep slumber, I use my foot to yank one of the pillows across the cold floor in his direction, making it softly hit him on the head. For a moment, I genuinely thought I fucked up, watching in surprise as he rolled to the other side, but he quickly hugged a plushie next to his plastron, holding it for dear life and snoring loudly.
I slowly got back into walking around the lair, I simply wanted to hide my stuff on my room, nothing more. I go in the direction of the same bathroom I covered with the strong scent of probably-perfume.
'I'll go back to the bathroom and see some stupid Pinterest shitposts, that will make the trip worth it' I think to myself, scraping my headspace for any trace of brain cells left. I take a turn and stumble into a familiar red snapping turtle holding a 'best male mom 4ever' mug with a tired glance. Before I can let my body fall down, he picks me up by my hips and carefully positions me on the ground - "...You okay?" - I blink once, then twice, before realizing I didn't answer the poor dude for 7 whole seconds. - "Y/N?" - he calls, bopping my nose with his finger, making sure I wasn't in a trance... In which I was.
-"Oh. Yeah, pretty much." - I feel myself getting lost in my words. Wait a fucking minute... Is it finally hitting?
Before I can think about it, I feel my head getting heavy, I bite my lower lip, but feel incapable of controlling the strength with which I do so. He's looking at me? Why is he looking at me? Oh, I didn't answer him yet, did I? - "Sure" - He lifts one "eyebrow" up, letting the other sink in. - "Sure what? Y/N?" - I answer, unsure - "Sorry, I'm just... exhausted." - He stares at me with a worried look, taking a heavy sip from his coffee?... Tea?... Whatever.
-"Your eyes are red... You sure you don't want me to call Donnie to check you out? It may be an allergy or something." - Not Donnie, for the love of god! If one of the turtles ends up catching me in my lies it 100% will be him and I absolutely do not feel like listening to an entire scold about how cannabis affects the body from a scientific standpoint!
-"Oh, there's... No need for that at all." - I try to gulp in nervousness, but my mouth is completely dry.
"Fuck." - I stutter in fear, speak of the devil.
Donatello, the man himself, almost-sneakily emerges from behind his older brother and takes some steps around him, standing in between us both, holding a bunch of tools under his arms. Some basic, some probably created with his tech, none of them which I actually knew the name of. He lifts an eyebrow, looks at both of us (making a quick surprised double-take on me) and tries to cough on the back of his hand, immediately realizing that the tools in between his arms were stopping his moves. He quickly gives up and just rolls his eyes at his own arms. I would have been scared at his appearance instead of entertained right now, that is, if I wasn't absolutely tripping balls. Hah, balls.
-"Oh! Good morning, D!" - says Raph -"Good morning, Raphael." - He smiles briefly at him, before quickly robotically turning his head in my direction with a plain poker face - "Hi to you too, I suppose." - He says, non-enthusiastically. He really wasn't joking with the 'No more emotions for you' thing, was he?
I stare in a trance, trying to focus and stand still while my surrounding spin around my very core. - "Yes, Hi." - Donnie boops my nose, making me chuckle. Then he flicks his middle finger against it in a loud snap, making me scream and cover my face.
-"I see you've decided to wake up early today, huh?" - He turns his head to the side, like a lost dog, if said dog was a five-foot ninja turtle with an egotistical personality, of course. - "Come." -Donatello grabs one of my wrists in one hand and holds on to his tools with the other, quickly making me spin backwards as he speed-walks in the same direction I came from, leaving Raph stuck in a pose with his finger pointing up, ready to make a now interrupted argument.
I try to keep my balance in a rush, but with Donnie's grip holding unto my wrist and bringing me further and further into the depths of the ever spinning lair, It's practically impossible. As Donnie stopped at the door of his lab, he quickly (like, I literally couldn't see his fingers moving type of quick, wow) entered a code on the pad code in front of him, basically throwing me into the lab the second the door actually opened.
- "Move, Move!" - I try to keep myself in place as I try to rationalize what's happening, but Donnie reappears and pushes me from my back, guiding me into a small corner where he kept his lab jackets, extra gloves, and more importantly a small sink with a single mirror, probably used to clean whatever makes its way into his hands during his weird ass experiments.
-"Now." - He glues the palms of his hands together and brings them to his lips, speaking against them -"Spit."
...?
-"... Excuse me?" - He rolls his eyes, obviously trying to contain a laugh - "On the sink, not on me, please." - I stare at him in confusion - "...Excuse you?"
-"Spit"
-"I'm not going to 'spit' Donnie."
-"It's not a choice."
-"Donnie, what the fuck is wrong with you."
-"My bloodline."
-"Are you sure it isn't a brain tumor?"
-"Are you sure you're not following my orders?" - He looks at me in an intimidating way, puffing his chest out. - "Yeah, if you continue walking 'shell-naked'" - His eyes look at me hinting at confusion, before they open wide at the realization of what I meant - "My battleshell is... Broken." - "Oh? How so, exactly?" - He bites his lower lip in pure embarrassment, hanging his head low - "You don't need to know that." - I smile in not-so-pure bliss - "I'll spit if you tell me the truth."
He uses his hand to facepalm himself and basically mold his face into a frown as he speaks - "Tomato sauce." - Maybe it's because of the confidence boost or the newfound confidence that is making me act this way, but whatever it is it came directly from the zaza in my blood - "Holy shit- Your tech is literally made to protect a turtle mutant but... Sauce is too much?" - He stares at me dead in the eyes as he speaks one last time - "s p i t ."
'Fair enough', I think to myself, as I finally lean my head into the sink and-
uhm?
The spit spills out of my mouth and drools from my lips to my chin and into the sink.
...
Silence freezes the air, being slowly taken over by Donnie's words - "... I was right." - Donnie says, in a surprised tone - "You really ARE high!" - I look at the spit slowly being swallowed by the sink, did I really just fall for that? How did I not know that one already? - "Hahaha oh my god! You're actually high!" - My gaze shifts to the now laughing turtle, trying to hold his own body in place - "Oh- Y/N! Blink!" - he suddenly locks eyes on me, impatiently waiting for me to close my eyes. I try to keep my eyes wide open for as long as possible, before giving up and finally blinking. Donatello, now, is absolutely losing his shit. - "That was basically slow motion! I can't believe I've lived to experience this!"
-"Leo was high too! W-why are you laughing NOW?" - He comes back to his straight posture, still holding onto a shitty grin while wiping a tear off the corner of his eye - "You're not even denying it! This is perfect, just perfect, really!" - He walks in the direction of a drawer next to his work desk and quickly opens it, coming back with a folder and opening it in front of me. He opens the coils that hold its pages together and gasps, looking at me with an exaggerated surprised facial expression - "Y/N! Look!" - He maintains his eyes on me - "I didn't know it did that!" - He keeps opening and closing it as he looks at me, making satirical surprised sounds - "Who could have thought!" - he says, making an "o" with his mouth
I keep my posture for some seconds trying to glue my brain cells together, slightly crouching down as they finally gave my little silly brain a coherent situation to work with -"Ah! I know you're joking!" - my face turns angrier and angrier as he keeps opening and closing it back again and again, mouth gaping open, but he doesn't really seem to care that much - "I'm not! I'm astonished! Bamboozled! Flabbergasted, even!"
My sober side (now being run over by a train) tells me something as clear as day: he's mocking me, but- If he's mocking me, how does he look that surprised? Like, genuinely surprised. - "STOP MOCKING ME OH MY GOSH!" - He flinches and moves his hand to his plastron in shock - "Me?... Mocking you?" - as I stare at him head-to-toe, he continues - "Y/N, I would never!"
-"Wait, so you actually didn't know how to open a folder?" - He nods his head back and forth, keeping his hand on his chest as a way to show respect - "No! You do! You do know! Donnie! You fucking ass!" - We keep 'arguing' like that (more like my brain cells are the ones who are fighting between each other) for a while until he eventually (and finally) gives up.
-"All right! All right! I've had enough of you now." - He chuckles and looks around, both of our pairs of eyes catch a shiny object inside the pocket of a lab jacket hanging around a coat hanger, and Donatello reaches for it, holding it in between his fingers and hitting my face with its light without even a hint of a warning. I flinch and close my eyes harshly in response, but he's quick to open my eyes with brute force using his leftover hand.
-"Now, time to give me some answers."
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+ a little something I drew with MS paint
(author from the future here: I cringed way too hard re reading this chapter so no cringy artwork for you.)
(Im so sorry for even proposing the idea this art was enough to be put here OMFG)
(the other ones are also cringe but this one... This one is... Ugh)
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