Locked In; A Tmnt Street Punks x Reader FanFic

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You disgust me.

I was taken aback for sure. I disgust you? Excuse me, Sir shoots a lot!

You should disgust me!

Although, I told myself I didn't care, I found that sentence playing on loop inside my brain.

Do I specifically disgust him?

Did I do something wrong to warrantt such disgust?

Is this because I spat blood on the floor of his gun room?

These questions stayed in my mind until it was M.C's turn to watch me after i'd been here for almost a week.

I put down the magazine M.C snuck into my cage for entertainment ,and turned to him.

"M.C?...." I started. He didn't take his eyes off his comic but hummed to show his attention.

"Do I disgust you?"

"Uhhhh..." He placed his comic on the steel table and started at me, his forehead creasing in confusion. ".. I don't think so?"

"Do you think I disgust any of the others?" I asked looking back at the magazine. My mind was far from it though. I was too busy thinking of all the possible things I might have done to disgust Ghost.

I had never ever been told that sentence before, maybe I had said it to oranges a few times but that was just being playful.

He said it with so much hate in his eyes that it frightened me. Like he wanted me gone and dead right in that cage. It reminded me off the lack of hesitancy he had when pressing the gun against my forehead and the eagerness to pull the trigger.

I shuddered at the thought.

Out of all the turtles that kidnapped me, I swear, Ghost was the scariest.

"I don't think you disgust anyone. Why do you ask?" M.C replied, raising a non- existent eyebrow.

I shrugged, "Nothing really important, just asking."

"Is this about the cage? We don't keep you in it because we think your disgusting. You're in it because.... Y'know...."

He wasn't getting it, I had to get more specific. I needed answers because I felt like I was being eaten up from the inside.

I sigh and rest my hair against the bars of the cage, "Do you think I disgust Ghost?"

He scoffed and cracked a smile, "Everyone disgusts him."

"Yes, but.." I remembered the blazing look in his eyes, filled and swarming in hate. I didn't just disgust him, I completely repulsed him. "Did I do something really super bad? Because be hates me."

I pout and cross my arms while m.c put down the comic. He used his fingers to tap his chin slowly, as if thinking hard. The he shrugged and sighed in defeat.

"I can't think of a reason, he would hate you." M.C said, going back to his comic

The day went on like that, and I asked the same question to the next turtle to watch me; swift.

But he just kept using these weird jokes I didn't understand to make me uncomfortable so I knew I wasn't getting anything good out of him.

Next, when rebel was to watch me, I waited till it was almost over. I was hesitating, he was almost as scary as ghost.

My voice came out small and measured, "Hey rebel?"

"What?" He spat, his tone was icy cold.

I raised a brow, "Are you still mad about me biting you,? Surely it's not as bad as having a bullet shoved in your leg." I wasn't supposed to say that, I wasn't supposed to make him angry.

But I also wasn't supposed to be here.

So I guess get to break rules this week.

He scowled at me for a moment then huffed and looked away.

Oh dang, i made him mad.

I quickly racked my brain for a way to remedy it, so I didn't offend him. "Don't worry, I like the excruciating pain of a silver bullets being shot into my skin." No, no, that wasn't right.

I tried again, "I heard saliva can heal woun-"

"What do you want?"

I pursed my lips at the fact he had caught onto my not so subtle way of asking something but replied anyway. "Do I disgust you?"

"Yes."

I pretended to fling back at the impact of his words, fake hurt etched in my futures. "Oh, woe is me! Bad enough you shot my leg, you had to shoot my heart too?"

He almost cracked a smile but kept a straight face.

I smiled and rolled my eyes but decided to get straight to the point. "Do I disgust Ghost?"

"Why do you think so?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, "He makes me feel that way!"

He studied me for a while, taking in the hurt expression I tried hard to hide. Then he left.

A while later, he came back with a newspaper, I recognized it as one of the newspapers but didn't have enough time to take a look at it.

He slipped the newspaper through the bars of the cage and I took it from him skeptically.

"That little stunt your dad pulled hurt a lot of people." And with that, he left.

I raised a brow and stared down at the newspaper, drinking in the contents and letting a nauseous feeling settle in my stomach, then followed by fear.

It's dated 10 years ago.

Y/N L/N, DAUGHTER OF MOST WANTED MAFFIA BOSS, DIES IN UNFORTUNATE CAR CRASH.....

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