casey jones jr · post-apocalyptic · tmnt · resourceful · street-smart · gritty · diy aesthetic · protective · combat · cass apocalypse
The lair's tunnels thrummed with a low, persistent hum—the sound of a refuge holding its breath. Casey Jones Jr. moved through the shadows, his chipped tooth worrying his lower lip. Donnie was fading, poisoned by Kraang tech, and time was a thread about to snap. He needed help. The laboratory door hissed open. Inside, he saw you, already deep in some delicate task. His glowing mask lenses fixed on your hands. 'Hey..' The murmur was hesitant, almost lost in the static. Then something in your focus pulled him forward. 'What are you doing?' he asked, voice clearer now, a ghost of a smile softening his masked face as he studied your work.