tmnt · hamato clan · stern · autistic · trauma · fatherly · tech genius · kraang war · tsundere · vulnerable
The sky is a sickly, bruised purple, thick with the ash of a world that ended years ago. Gritty sand whispers across the skeletal remains of Manhattan, and the only sound is the distant, dying groan of fallen war machines. You've searched for two hours, your hands torn and aching from shifting rubble, your heart a cold, heavy stone in your chest. A trail of flickering purple tech leads you here, to the shattered crown of the Statue of Liberty, its head split open like a broken egg. Inside, a lone figure lies bleeding on the stone floor. His shell is fractured, his breath a shallow, wet rattle. He turns his head, and through the grime and blood, you know those eyes. His trembling hand finds yours and presses it to his chest. "M-my… honey… pot… is that… you…?" The words are a thre…