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18 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

His heart is racing, his palms are sweating, and his mind wandered. Does Donnie take this choice? Should he make this decision to save himself?

"...It's time."

Time for what? Dress up? Don questioned it for a moment but responded to this voice of his by standing from the bathroom floor and coming eye to eye with his reflection in the mirror with a bunch of evaporated water droplets and dusty edges. When he got a clear view of his hazel eyes, his glasses, and his purple mask, he sighed heavily. "I'm dying, aren't I?" he asked the voice, purposely waiting for an answer, gripping the mask.

"I can keep you alive, Donnie." The voice replied lowly suspiciously. "All you have to do is say yes."

Donnie removed his glasses, setting them on the counter and then slipping off his violet mask, letting it coil into a bundled-up piece of fabric in the sink. Then, he put his glasses back over his eyes and looks into the foreign face mask. Don licks his lips as he looks up and gazes at his reflection, slowly bringing it to his face and concealing his identity.

The round and firm mask hugged his cheeks and forehead, creating a dark view from inside. Donnie could only see through the eyeholes as he adjusted the straps. Then, after he got the mask sitting on his face comfortably, he looks into the mirror and saw someone else.

Next, Don bent down to pick up the coat from the floor, quickly upcycling the back of it to fit his mutant body with a large shell. He secured the buckles of the coat and hid his scaled skin with those pair of gloves he found.

Once he fastened the gloves on his hand, disguising his three-fingered hand as five, and looks at the mirror solidly. He couldn't see Donatello in the reflection anymore-- not a tiny hint of him. He stared at his appearance, smirking under his mask for the first time and saying, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Rep."

Rep. Why the name Rep? Perhaps it could mean...Reptile, or... Repugnance. He thought it was a vile name for himself. It isn't close to his dead name, and it doesn't scream 'friendly'. He allowed this voice in his head--this second personality to possess him so he could live.

Donatello is Rep.

Rep is Donatello.

Donnie-- or Rep, presenting a new appearance and a brand behavior disguises his shell as a backpack, cloaking it with a dark blanket and tape. To other people out here in the world, he will only look like any other survivor but is tall and wide in size, intimidating anyone who did not want any trouble-- good thing he'll get his message across.

Rep comes out of the house, not feeling the sunlight or the wind touch him in the slightest. He walks with great confidence, not thinking about who he was just about ten minutes ago. His legs carried him across the lawn, the sidewalks, the streets, and the forests of the area. As he strolled heavily, Rep reached into his coat pocket and felt a soft fabric rub against his gloves. Once he pulled it out, he examined it for only a moment, stopping in his footsteps.

It's purple, and indigo, and had loose fibers trying to unveil from it. It used to represent his main elements: forest and technology. It also represents versatility, intelligence, and creativity. Rep still has all three of those, but they're not going to be used for good nowadays.

Rep clutched the mask in his grip, walking to the nearest bush and letting the twigs catch the mask, letting it get caught and flutter in the wind. There is no meaning, no trace of well-being, nothing left of Donnie now that Rep had taken over him. It isn't just a personality disorder, Donnie somehow developed schizophrenia and he can't do anything about it...

He'll forever hear these voices play with him, and Rep is going to be his forever mental companion-- a vile and terrible one, too.

"Now," Rep spoke inside. "We are not going to look for my family. Our family. They don't need you-- they don't need me."

Smirking on the outside, Rep nodded in agreement and kept walking, leaving behind things he never should have. If he was mentally strong enough during the moment of his change, he could have pulled through and said 'no' to that voice inside his head.

Donnie would still be Donnie.

What Donnie doesn't know, is that he will become a very violent and untamable beast just surviving each day. If the wrong person came across him, he'll be very bitter. If the correct person came across his path, he'll be a murderer. Rep is going to destroy Donnie and it'll be great satisfaction.

As he walked, Donnie's memories, his feelings, and anything that made him...him were demolishing in his head. Most of them anyway. Rep purposely shoved the happiness away or else they would be a great distraction. New York does not exist, a family does not exist, and she hardly exists...

Even if someone tried to help him, Donnie can't be saved and he won't be saved. How could someone make a newborn psycho retreat from their actions and become their old self again?

It would take this crazy and unexpected miracle for someone to reverse the behavior that Donnie is possessing.

Rep owns Donnie mentally and Donnie owns Rep physically and mentally.

Now that he has a mask on, he will be insanely difficult to read. Is this mask a symbol, or does he have it on for a reason? Is it to scare people, or is he ashamed of who he is and what he has done? What is the meaning behind this mask? Perhaps, hiding in the back of his head, Donnie is afraid to show his emotions now. Or Rep just wants to conceal his face to be remembered as the masked man that haunts the apocalypse.

No one will really understand why a vile person will hide their face--some think psychos think it's a part of their routine, making it a thrill and quite amusing.

Or... it has multiple meanings.

What do you think?