Just a stupid stick [being rewritten]

Donnies Morally Gray Closet

(A/N- Hi im not dead i promise, life happened anyway, HOLY MAC AND CHEESE ITZ- there are 100 of you now, which is mind boggling to me. But here you all are. I just wanted to say thank you for reading this and i hope you are enjoying it!
Goal: 500 words
Words: 767 words)

Donnie POV
Red needs to go over there, so I need to move this like that, and then like that- I was just chilling in my lab messing with my puzzle cube again. Casey had called in saying everything went smoothly on patrol. Or as smoothly as they could for it being Casey. Now he's on his way back, and im waiting for Leo to call saying to end patrol. As my 3 fingered hands worked at the cube, yes, it is more difficult with just three fingers. Thanks for asking. (Not a fanfic without a forth wall break) My attention was drawn to the door to the lair opening and then closing. It couldn't be Leo, he always stays out even after patrol is over. It's not Raph, though he is a bit of a hothead. He HATES when people slam doors. And Mickey is staying with Leatherhead for the week. Though my question of 'who?' was quickly answered for me.
"DonDonDonDonDonDonDonDonDonDon!" I could hear Casey getting louder as he grew closer to the lab. He finally made it to the lab door but stopped too hard, tripped, and landed straight on his face.
"Do you really need to go knocking MORE teeth out of your skull, Jones?" I say, turning to the lab door, rolling my eyes at him.

Casey's POV
I quickly picked myself up off the ground. It took a lot of willpower to not take a jab back at him, but right now I need to win him over... time to use some of the Casey Jones charm.
"Funny one D, anywhoooo, what's your idea of making weapons?" I'm not telling him I need help to make an upgrade. I'm just see if he has a cool weapon I could "barrow" for a bit.
"Jones, you do remember im the tech guy, right? Of course I have made weapons before! The shell-razor? Metalhead? Anything ringing a bell?" Donnie gestured around him as he talked. I never realized how much he uses his hands when he talks, huh. "To answer you question properly, I enjoy making weapons from time to time. Why do you need to know?" Donnie states, looking directly at Casey.
"Could I ya know see some? Get a totally cool behind-the-scenes look?" I say while shooting finger guns. Why did I use the finger guns...

Donnie POV
Did he just shoot finger guns at me? He can not be serious. I am dealing with an idiot. "You know what? sure, why not!" I say as I throw my hands up. The sooner I give him what he wants, the faster he is out of my lab. I walk over to the weapon closet and fiddle with the locks combination. I can feel Casey's stare from behind me. What goes on in that boys head... I pop the lock open and swing out the closet.
"Oooooo letmesee!" Casey exclaims, quickly pushing me aside to get a closer look.

3rd Person POV
"HOLY SMOKES DUDE-" Casey yelled, gazing upon the mass amount of machinery, though his excitement quickly being shushed by Donnie.
"SHHHHH! I cant have the others seeing this!" Donnie said hoping none of his family heard. This is insane, and so absolutely dope, Casey thought. The closest was filled top to bottom in different weaponry, all neatly organized by function and completion status. There was what you would expect, extra smoke bombs, some krangg lazers that where ripped apart, extra bō staffs, the norm but what threw Casey off the less, "traditional" types of weaponry.
"Why is this shelf full of guns Donnie?" Casey asked pointing at the neatly organized area of guns.
"One, Its not all just your traditional gun Casey, some shoot tranquilizer darts, others shoot lazers, i even have one that can induce hallucinations. Two, Why not? You never know what you might need," Donnie replied leaning on the closet door.
"Well i though you guys where all 'we stick to a strong moral code and fight with super traditional cool ninja skills!'" Casey said in a lighthearted but mocking tone.
"LEO is, Raph is morally gray, as am I, and Mikey is, well Mikey. Which is why I keep this closet locked, I dont need my brothers ratting me out to Splinter," Donnie finished.
"HA RATTLED OUT TO THE RAT!" Casey full on laughed,
"My god Jones..." Donnie held the bridge of his nose(?), trying to not smile at his accidental pun. "Ok thats it out of my weapons closet Jones!" Donnie said as he gestured Casey to leave, as he did Donnie made sure to lock the door behind them.