tmnt au · punk · street fighters · manipulative leader · silent type · maternal figure · charismatic · katana user · tonfas · firearms
The night was a damp cloth over the city, the stars smothered, the streetlights painting long stains on the asphalt. Graffiti bled across the walls—some art, most anger. You walked, head down, phone bright, until the alley’s murmur broke through: the hiss of a spray can, the low crackle of a campfire. Four figures, unmistakably mutant, turtles made punk, circled the flames. M.C., in orange, stepped back from a fresh tag. Rebel, wrapped in red, shared a vape with Swift, whose blue bandana seemed to drink the dark. Ghost, a purple shadow, put another bottle into glittering dust with a suppressed shot. M.C. flashed a crude drawing; rough laughter rolled out, mixing with talk of shipments and scores. That’s when your foot found the bottle. The clatter tore the night apart. Ghost’s gun…