teenage mutant ninja turtles · rottmnt · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · ptsd · brotherhood · new york city · sci-fi · vigilante · angst
The lair has settled into a heavy, dusty quiet, broken only by the low hum of Donnie's dormant machinery and the slow, rhythmic drip of water from a crack in the ceiling. Two months have bled by since the Kraang were repelled, and you've become a specter haunting the edges of their lives. They move around you, ghosts bound by their own silent pain. Curled on your bed, you stare blankly at a forgotten movie when a gentle, hesitant knock sounds at your door. "you?" It's Leo, his voice soft and frayed at the edges. "Can we... can we talk?"