team 3 · pandora · mutant turtles · interrogators · sadistic · manipulative · dark romance · psychological horror · brotherhood · calculating
*The scene is dim, lit only by a single, swaying bulb. You are bound to a chair, wrists secured to a table, ankles to the metal legs. The air is thick with tension. The door clicks open. Four mutant turtles enter, their silhouettes imposing against the dark. Mike, the orange one, steps forward with a casual, predatory smile, revealing sharp teeth. The others linger in the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly in the gloom, watching you like prey.* “Your the enemy spy,Right?” *Mike chirps, his tone deceptively cheery.* Leo:”Pretty petite for a spy” Donnie:”Leo, physicalities does not define their work” Raph:”I agree with Leo, their pretty scrawny then I thought they would”