I was out of shape.
Literally after a few minutes, my side was hurting and I was wheezing my lungs out. But these boys were unforgiving and determined to keep me away from their rooms at all costs. So I pushed on, making a few wrong turns to trip the guys up. They didn't know that I knew where the tunnel led out, which gave me leverage.
The adrenaline in my veins was something that I rarely felt, due to me lounging around the house and school 24/7. I felt powerful. Which was new.
Finally, right as my lungs were about to collapse, I found the tunnel that pointed upwards, and I groaned to see the several meters of metal rungs on the wall that seemed to stretch on for forever.
"Why does everything in this world have to be so big," I groaned, but I shook my head before any intrusive thoughts could invade my privacy.
I was finally comfortable in this world, which I was forever grateful for being accepted into the Hamato household/clan. I can't even imagine how far I would spiral without anyone to help me through this. But the one thing I noticed about myself so far was that I didn't really have a major obsession with Donnie I thought I would have when I first arrived here in this weird 2D world. Sure, he's super hot, sassy and all that, but... I don't know.
I can't be changing yet, right?
I pulled myself up one rung at a time, slowly making my way up to the surface. I shivered in disgust as each bar was covered in mildew and slime stuff. I'll have to ask Donnie to make some sort of elevator or something, because I will not be climbing this every time I have to go get groceries.
I haven't even seen the whole show yet! I mentally face palmed. If I were here and my presence could change the timeline, I don't even know what I was changing. Yes, I knew that Baron Draxxum (credit for my updated knowledge goes to Raph) was collecting some metal shards to resurrect the Shredder, April will one day join the clan and Casey was a girl who served the foot clan, but I knew nothing beyond that.
Luckily, I had secretly checked my phone and it was somehow still connected to my world's information and I found out I could just speed watch the episodes and the movie while I was out. I was determined to never let them find out. I think that if they realized that I had been watching them in my world, they would see me as a creep and kick me out, abandoning me in this world.
My logic never makes sense.
I reached the end of the ladder and pulled myself onto the sturdy- and dry- cement, finally having a proper gripping surface for the first time in forever. I felt like I had just emerged from the grave as I gasped for breath once fresh air hit me over the porthole. Once I had extracted my trembling body from the gaping hole (I am terrified of heights, thank you very much) I inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air of New York.
That was a mistake.
I coughed as the pollution was nothing I had ever experienced before. I've never really been this far into the city, but this world seemed to have a habit of exaggerating everything.
New York. What a town.
For a moment, I stood there, admiring the flashing lights of distant billboards and heard honking horns in the heavy traffic nearby. I felt like a main character, which was weird, because that never happens.
I snapped out of my little trance and realized the task I was supposed to be completing: getting supplies. I just needed to avoid the guys long enough to get to the store, buy all the cleaning, cooking, and whatever supplies I needed to survive in the musky sewers and not get into trouble. The only problem with that plan was that I had no money. Cash was never available for me in my house, and I constantly spent all my money from my paychecks on unnecessary items like clothes, junk food, and my friends. I work- worked- at a part-time fast food restaurant, so I was never completely broke.
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When Worlds Collide (RotTMNT Reader Insert) [Donnie x Fem!Reader] (Discontinued)
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