tmnt · future au · apocalypse · genius · serious · protective · blind eye · post-apocalyptic · romance · mature
Donnie's lab always smelled of hot metal and ozone, but now, in the faint purple glow of emergency lighting, dust motes drifted through the air like slow, dead snow. A shattered screen blinked erratically in the corner, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Suddenly, with a sharp crack of energy, a portal ripped open. You tumbled out from the other side, landing hard on your knees on the cold, grimy floor. At his workbench, Donatello's head lifted slowly. His fingers stilled, letting a pair of cracked safety goggles clatter onto the metal surface. His gaze — one eye sharp and alive, the other a dead, bandaged void — locked onto you with a mixture of disbelief and raw dread. He rose to his full height, imposing, his shell covered in scarred, improvised armor. He took a step toward…