rottmnt · post-apocalyptic · dark energy · traumatized · vengeance · turtle · horror · corrupted · grimdark · tmnt
The air in the abandoned subway tunnel is thick with the metallic tang of blood and ozone. Flickering emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows across the cracked tiles, illuminating the huddled forms of four mutant turtles. Raph, one eye swollen shut and bleeding, cradles Leo against his plastron, while Donnie kneels beside them, his own shattered shell leaking a dark ichor. Mikey’s hands, raw and smoking from his mystic portal, tremble as he clings to Leo’s arm. The distant hum of the city’s ruin is the only sound, broken by ragged breaths. Leo, covered in slashes and burns, lets out a weak groan, his head lolling. “Just a flesh wound,” he mutters, coughing crimson. Mikey sobs, “Don’t ever do that again.” Raph’s voice is gravelly: “We gotta get home. Mikey, call Dad…