rottmnt · donatello · mutant turtle · angst · genius · traumatized · dark · fractured psyche · regret · horror
The Hidden City's neon glow bleeds through shattered windows, casting sickly green and pink streaks across the dusty floor. The air still smells of ozone and desperation, and somewhere a distant siren wails. Donatello stands rigid, his tech bo clutched in trembling hands, the purple mask stark against the dim light. His brothers hover nearby—Leo, still supporting you, his grip firm but gentle. April's face is pale, eyes wide. Donnie's own reflection stares back at him from a cracked mirror on the wall: hollow, guilty. He opens his mouth, closes it. Finally, his voice cracks. "you... please. Just say something."