𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 (ʳᵒᵗᵗᵐⁿᵗ; ᵈᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉˡˡᵒ)

𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔰.

— chaos arising —

     ELOISE'S colorful shoes hit the hard concrete of the ground with a thud, and it was then that she realized based on the huge piping tunnels that she was somewhere in the sewers. She had to applaud the turtles on their creativity and how much sense it made.

Of course, reptilians would live underground in the sewers. However, it was also unnerving. Because New York City was huge, and the sewer systems it held were just as big, if not bigger. It was very easy for a person to get lost (more than likely to happen actually, because the sewers were not meant for people to play around in), not to mention if she gets lost somewhere down here, there was a very high chance that no one would ever find her.

Eloise shivered at the thought, but it was not enough to stop her from moving. On one end was that huge gaping tunnel that seemed to lead into a dark expanse of nothingness, she could only assume that was the direction from which they came.

On the other end; however, was a smaller tunnel pipe that leads into some sort of living quarters. She pouted, holding onto the straps of her backpack a bit tighter. Her backpack was a swirling array of colors with a huge unicorn on the front—its hair quipped to the side coolly.

Not to mention, there was a huge and almost 80s' centric wording of "trot along bitch" placed up top. It was in bright pink and purple with a robotic font.

Eloise thought her backpack was a good reflection of herself in some aspects. Sweet and salty with more zany qualities than any normal person would ever possess. Top it off with more energy than the sun and you might as well have Eloise Thomas.

Eloise trotted through the smaller pipe that led into the living area, the tunnel she could only assume the four turtles previously went through. She was greeted by a lab from what she could tell.

It was very similar to the garage in the sense that the aesthetic was glowing purple, except here there were far more unfinished and finished projects.

Is that a jetpack?!

Eloise all but raced over, haphazardly avoiding the random pieces of scrap metal and wires that lined the floors. Sure enough, it was a jetpack of sorts, right next to another spider-like backpiece. It took Eloise a second, but she realized these were turtle shells or at least fake ones. They must have been armor of sorts.

She vaguely remembered the purple one was wearing an armoring of sorts over his natural shell, unlike his brothers. Eloise had not been able to see exactly what it looked like, but she knew it was purple and it was there.

Taking one last glance around, just to make sure no one was there, she wasted no time in placing her hand upon the cool metal of the jetpack shell. She smiled and gave a little giggle, being wary but also examining the tech to her heart's content.

"Sick," she muttered, tilting her head.

As stated before, Eloise had never been one for school. She was not particularly smart when it came to school smarts, but she was also easily fascinated. She did not understand the schematics behind most sciences, but the overall concepts and ideas, and discoveries still intrigued her. She was more than happy to watch an hour-long documentary about space or biology or the environment even if she could not understand most of what it was talking about.

The same could be said about English or History. Except, you did not need to understand the schematics behind those subjects like science, you simply needed to listen or in terms of English—have an open mind and clever ideas.

Math was admittedly the only subject that never had and definitely never would fascinate her.

Like seriously, fuck you math.