ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Raph Magic (emotional hurt/comfort)

(Donnie has a nightmare and ends up getting a small panic attack from it, raph comes to comfort him and hums a little tune.)

No. .
Nonono. . .
Shelldon. .
Shelldon power on!
Power on Shelldon!
SHELLDON!!!

He picked up the shattered drone as if it was a small child, fruitlessly trying to piece him back together in a fit of choked sobs and wretched screams. He continued, knowing it was futile to do so.

He still had to try

He had to try and save his son. . .

He would be damned if he let him die just like that, having not even been able to do anything he had wanted to do from the plans on his bucket list. He would die before he let his son die without doing at least something on that list.

But he wouldn't wake. . He wouldn't even light up or spark. He was just a hunk of metal and wires sprawled about in the genius's arms.

He was but a simple piece of tech, another broken piece to be set aside to be fixed later.

No, he wouldn't let that happen.

He wouldn't let him be tossed aside like the other useless tech. He was his child, and much, much more than a simple piece of machinery.

"Shelldon! Shelldon please! I'm so sorry please. . !" The desperation in his voice shown with each word, his voice cracking an unhelpful amount as his sobs continued.

Your fault.
Your fault.
Your fault.
Your fault.

"Shelldon. . . Please. . . ." He sobbed, holding him close to his plastron as he gasped for air. "Wake up. . Power on, wave, speak, something. . ."

You failed.
You failed.
You failed.
You failed.

The drone didn't budge. Silence filled the destroyed lab, an eerie silence. There was the occasional flicker of a light, spark of an open wire, crackle of a broken circuit. But nothing he was so desperately straining his ears to hear.

Shelldon was gone. .

Donnie had failed. . . .

"Donnie. ."

. . .

"Donnie-"

. . .

"Donnie!"

. .

"Donnie! Wake up!" A voice yelled, shaking the purple coded turtle awake.

Raph?

Donnie awoke with a jolt, gasping lightly and looking around frantically. He began murmuring some inaudible stuff.
"Donnie, dude you alright?"
"Sh. . dn. . ."
"What?"
"She- on. . ."
"Don speak up, I can't here ya—"
"S- Shelldon. ." He choked up, eyes darting around the room in search.
"Oh. . Don. . ." Raph muttered, shaking his head with a small sigh. "Don- remember? He's- He's gone. You haven't rebuilt him yet—"
"N- no. . nonono—" He shook his head wildly, holding it with his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. "I failed. . IfailedIfailedIfailed. . ."
"No, no you didn't Don. . You just haven't finished yet—"
"I failed- my fault I failed he's dead because me I did this I killed him. . ." His breathing sped up, and it seemed to grow shakier, short gasps emitting from him as he began to struggle with breathing. Everything felt constricting, his socks and gloves, his mask, his pads, even his ribs. He couldn't breathe, oh God why couldn't he breathe!?

"Donnie- Donnie breathe dude it's alright, calm down, you're rebuilding him right now, he'll be good as new once you're done." Raph reassured with a gentle pat on the shoulder and a firm hold.
"H- he's- g- gone—"
"No, not fully. You were able to get his memory chip thingy from him. ."
"Dead. ."
"Don-"
"Deceased-"
"No-"
"My fault! I did this I'm a horrible- I can't- I killed him—" He gasped between some words, tears pooling up in his eyes and spilling over like a heavy stream.
"Hey, shhh, sh-sh, calm, deep breaths Don."
The softshell's face scrunched, desperately attempting to not break into more sobs. His hands fanned, freaking out and gasping as he shook his head wildly.
"Hey, hey, how many fingers do you have?"
The genius paused, his actions slowing a bit as he clung to the thought. Eventually he answered. "S- six—"
"Good, good. And how many days until Mikey's mutation day?"
"S- sixty four—"

"Mhm. . And how many lou-jitsu comics does Leo have?"
"A- about eighty. . N- not including t- the side- collections. . So about N- ninety two—"
"Great, great. And. . how about how many turtle species are there?"
"O- over three hundred te- en—"
"Amazing bud, feel better?" He asked, smiling and rubbing the other's back soothingly. He knew data collection calmed him down, so he decided to do that little quiz. (Even if he didn't know if any of it was right. Though, he didn't have to. It's Donnie.)
"I- I don't know— A little. . ?" He mumbled, sounding quite unsure.
"Alright, well how about I use my Raph-magic?"
He received a small nod, the younger curling in on himself a bit.
He sighed, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. He let the genius rest his head on his shoulder, rubbing his shell and whispering small reassurance to him as he felt the body start to relax.

He began to hum a small tune, gently rocking his body side-to-side and patting the younger's shell. He continued to hum softly, feeling the purple-clad turtle shift and bury his face into the crook of his neck.
Not long after, he felt the smaller body's weight increase. He chuckled quietly.

"Heh. . Like I said, Raph magic."