When Worlds Collide (RotTMNT Reader Insert) [Donnie x Fem!Reader] (Discontinued)

Chapter 2: Nothing Could Go Wrong

     "New Jersey?" My sister shook her head in disgust, looking almost offended. "Why the heck are we in New Jersey?"

     We only had to walk a few minutes before we found any signs of civilization, and even then, the seemingly abandoned warehouse, but the flashing light bulbs outlining the doorway creepily. Totally not a clear sign that this was a trap. But the thing that bothered me most was the fact that I haven't eaten a single piece of junk food in what seemed like hours. But that's besides the point.

     Staring at the sign that clearly stated New Jersey, there was something else poorly written on the green piece of metal.

     "Welcome...tootsies?" My brother tried to read what the dripping green paint said, but I face palmed.

     "It's turtles, you idiot. Tur-tles. And look," I said, finding a piece of paper. "This must be the ad that tricked the turtles into coming here." I displayed the sheet to my siblings, showing the false advertisement for pizza that made my stomach rumble. But seriously, how clueless were these boys? I mean, Donnie seemed to be the only one with common sense.

     ...most of the time.

     Braeden frowned. "But if the paper is here, and those weird looking footprints lead inside that old warehouse, does that mean they're-?"

     Right then a resounding series of 'booms' and 'kapows' blasted from the far side of the shack, and a cloud of dust and dirt rose to the sky. Me and my siblings screamed in surprise, huddling close, but the moment of realization hit and we all looked at each other, to the source of the commission, and back again in unison, thinking the same thing: stalker time.

     Or maybe that was just me.

     "Let's go check it out!" Braeden said, already dashing away to the chaos.

     I chased after him, Annabelle on my tail. "YAS, ADVENTURE TIME!"

     This was it. I was finally going to do something with my life that involved chaos and chance to experience something dangerous, contrasting with my absolute bleak life back at home. I know I was being the most irresponsible sibling, but this will all be over soon, so it's best to make the most of it while we can.

     We did some sick parkour moves (most of which were absolute fails that involved tripping over a multitude of crates) but all came to a halt as the vile odor of rotting fish flooded all our senses.

     Annabelle pinched her nose and gagged. "Oh my gosh, what is that stink?"

     Braeden laughed, not affected by the smell. "Probably your armpits."

     "Hey!" She smacked his arm, but he continued to laugh devilishly.

     "C'mon, guys. I think we're in the direct line of fire, so let's move, because I think there's gonna be some major brawling soon and I-"

     As if on script, a heavy New Yorken accent spoke, cutting me off from my perfect foretelling skills. We all ducked behind a crate where we thought was in the safe zone to see what was going to happen next.

     "What are they saying?" Ananbelle whispered.

     "Something about soup, I think," Braeden said, but I was tuning out all the dialogue because I was in awe of what was happening right before my eyes.

     Two sides were present on the coincidentally perfect space of a battlefield, all varying in different shapes, sizes and color. One side had five or six non-human creatures, all too large to be considered good guys (minus the worm looking creature) and just had that villain vibe about them.