❤💙ROTTMNT ONE-SHOTS💜🧡

🐇Baby Donald🐇 (Pt. 1)

Donnie gets turned into a baby and Mikey has to take care of him.
Idea by: Beybladefan1

~💜Second One-Shot🧡~

Normal POV

Donnie was in his lab, trying to get some work done. Though it seemed to be a bit harder to do with a certain orange cladded box turtle playing around the lab.

Mikey wasn't causing any bad trouble, but the noise did annoy Donnie. He would try to ignore it, but the loud and obnoxious talking wasn't an easy thing to block out.

The said turtle would be roaming around, touching every purple thing in site before asking Donnie about it, putting it down, and go on to the next item, doing the same thing he did before.

This went on for about thirty minutes, yet the purple clad was still silent as he tried to work.

Suddenly, he heard a quiet thud on his lap. He looked down to see Mikey laying on his thighs, smiling up at him.

"Hey, D! Whaddya working on?" Mikey says ever so casually as he looked up at the desk Donnie was working on.

Donnie didn't even bother to push the box turtle off and looked back at his work. He knew if he did, he'd probably hurt the small turtles feelings and he'd get in trouble for it, so there was no chance he was getting scolded by Raph and Splinter today.

"Just some chemicals. Don't touch." Donnie warned bluntly, pouring the red stuff into the blue stuff, making a purple mixture.

Of course, Mikey didn't listen, and slowly reached his hand up to touch the triangular beaker as his eyes sparkled.

Donnie noticed this and slapped his hand away, raising his goggles from his eyes to glare down at Mikey. "I said don't touch."

Mikey only blinked I'm response. He wasn't afraid of Donnie's glare, nor his threats. He's been living with this turtle for almost fifteen years now, he's used to this.

Now yelling, being yelled at was a different story. Of course, everyone hates being yelled at, but Mikey reacts to it a bit differently.

Instead of yelling back or walking away like some people do, Mikey would either break down or straight up run away and only come back when he calms down.

"What kind of chemicals?" Mikey asked, sitting up on Donnie's lap so he could see what was laying on the desk, blocking Donnie's vision as well.

"Michael, as a dear friend, I love you, but please do not bother me right now." Donnie tries saying this in the calmest way possible, but his expression showed he was getting quite irritated.

Again, Mikey didn't listen, and grabbed the purple substance to take a closer look at it. "Wait, are you making potions? Can I help?" He asked excidetly.

"Mikey, no, put that down-" Donnie says quickly as he grabbed Mikey's waist to pry him off.

Mikey yelped in surprise and jumped off Donnie, throwing the beaker back to Donnie, thinking he would catch it.

Sadly, it was the exact opposite. Donnie tried catching it, but the substance ended up spilling on his thighs and the beaker shattering on the floor.

"Damn it, Mikey!" Donnie huffed in anger, getting up quickly so the purple potion wouldn't trickle into his shorts. "I told you not to touch anything! You're lucky I didn't use any dangerous chemicals yet!"

Mikey would step back slightly as the purple cladded turtle glared at him before grabbing a rag from his desk and whipping off his lap.

"I'm sorry D, I thought you would catch it-" Mikey tried to reason with him, but the soft shell wasn't having it.