Requested by SilverDreams82
Warning for suicidal mention
Also, please take time to take care of yourself (especially during this hectic year and onwards)
You can skip on this oneshot if theme is a bit heavy (its understandable)
However, I would prefer some criticisms on this particular oneshot (tbh I was about to decline this request, reflecting on this sort of subject... [also it's my first time writing this type of prompt])
I'll happily make edits to this one and change it, if its necessary (Also taking account of notes for future oneshots with a similar prompt regarding the other turtles)
*Note: Once I reach the 200 chapter limit on this book; all edits will be final*
In the lair near Donnie's lab...
Donnie noticed (Y/N)'s sketchbook after discarding a stack of miscellaneous papers. His curiosity took over, starting at the first page. Most of the drawings were light hearted, filled with his friend's favorite interests and some with the turtles' chaotic shenanigans on past events. However, last week's sketches revealed a more somber and empty feeling.
Sunday showed (Y/N) without a face while words enveloped her. Not budging in the ink filled sea. The next three days portrayed outlines of various buildings, with (Y/N) having another faceless appearance as silhouettes of strangers pass by her. Thursday and Friday used up two pages, sticky notes in bright colors, covered in tape as (Y/N) held onto the shirt collar towards a distorted version of herself. The mask concealed her doppelganger's face as the vibrant hued weapons stood still. Intentionally aiming at her. And finally, Saturday's picture depicted (Y/N) drawn in a heel sitting position. Her face smudged in scribbles as abstract shapes took up the background in a cluttered mess.
Donnie closed the sketchbook and carried it, now in a hurry out of the lab. He replied with a white lie, saying he's going early on the night patrol, before his brothers could respond at the sudden rush of action.
6 pm near (Y/N)'s apartment...
As (Y/N) opened the door to take the trash outside, she saw Donnie wearing his hoodie. She was slightly surprised by the unexpected visit as the softshell turtle started catching his breath.
"Oh wait, (Y/N)! I'll take care of that!"
"I also need to discuss an urgent and private matter with you." Donnie said as (Y/N) answered with a questioning okay.
It gave Donnie some time to think about the discussion as he searched for the building's main dumpster area.
He was going to ask Dr. Feelings (aka Mikey) regarding certain themes towards the drawings he saw in her sketchbook. But considering how the turtle look through the book without her permission, he rather not face Dr. Delicate Touch's fiery words. Along with, how the majority of art is subjective and it varies on the artist's personal feelings and reflections about certain things.
And Donnie didn't want to leave this sort of issue at the last minute...
15 minutes later...
Donnie returned but, hid her sketchbook, carefully inside his battle shell.
His worry got worse with a brief glance at her eyes. The dull (e/c) uncovered an unfeeling (Y/N) who continued to stay silent as she scrolled through her phone.
"(Y/N)... I may have accidentally took a peek at your sketchbook..."
"Since you left it at my lab last week..."
"I haven't told the others about it..."
"And Mikey would have been furious if I talked about the topic as well..."
"The artistic meaning still eludes me but, hopefully I'm not stepping over your boundaries but..."
"Could you tell me what it means, regarding last week's drawings..." Donnie asked looking directly at her.
He ended up flinching at the sight of her with tears beginning to pour out of her eyes. Clouding her vision as she tried to speak.
"I kept getting a reoccurring dream, gifted with such a pretty face but, personality wise."
"I was a horrible person..."
"Finding any sort of fault at a person's appearance and other small things."
"You guys appeared in the distance as another potential target."
"And I just snapped"
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"Getting the urge to murder myself to prevent any kind of harm at my friends..."
(Y/N) slowly wiped her face with the collar shirt she wore. Taking a breather to calm herself before resuming the conversation.
"I only take short naps..."
"Afraid of getting another vivid nightmare or returning to the aftermath of that particular dream..." (Y/N) said still uneasy hearing her solemn words.
Donnie swallowed his anxious thoughts, with hope to console her to the best of his abilities.
"It can be difficult to see the good in this situation and sometimes, we experience these unpleasant thoughts..."
"But, I'm here for you."
"My brothers and the rest of our friends would do the same."
"There are other things to look forward to and, even one small thing can provide a brief moment of peace in this bitter world."
"Waking up to another tomorrow, brings a fresh start."
"Pushing away yesterday's melancholy feeling..." Donnie said as he delicately grasped her hand.
(Y/N)'s tears reappear but, she returned the gesture gradually reassured by his words. She started laughing with a smile.
"You're starting to sound a bit like Dr. Feelings with the part at the another tomorrow."
"And the pep talk cheered me up."
"Thank you for that..." (Y/N) said as Donnie felt his heart beating fast, seeing a grin he missed so much.
"You're welcome. However, I plan on making frequent visits for the rest of the month and onto the next one."
"I'm not the best at drawing but, I'll attempt some effort into it." Donnie said.
"Your blueprints show more towards the detailed mech stuff like, the turtle tank and shell hog."
"Along with your other cool gadgets attached to each unique battle shell."
"I'm honestly surprised you haven't added a feature where the turtle tank transforms into a techno turtle titan." (Y/N) said as Donnie started writing down that idea.
"Any other ideas and I'm open to a lot. Seeing how the self-cleaning toothpick is one of my other brilliant examples." Donnie said as (Y/N) chuckled now suggesting a turtle like appearance to a roomba.
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Edited September 20, 2020
Ngl I felt a bit better typing this oneshot; online classes have been sort of a pain but I'm slowly adjusting to the changes, sort of ^^;
Hopefully the descriptive part of the drawings weren't too graphic (I try to avoid tense subjects on common themes regarding this prompt)
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