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I took a shower and watched some South Park so im ready to write again my hope is to get 2 new chapters out before bed but idk if that'll happen also I was trying to be more realistic with y/n like not being like h-h-her hand w-were silky smooth *bats eyes* like no you're a warrior and constantly working so you're bound to have rough skin. I work in food service and even I have calloused hands so sorry if you don't like it or if u do have soft skin but I don't wanna be a classic pick me y/n bc u guys deserve better <33 I don't want them to be admired or sought after bc they look cute I want them to be genuinely likable ok sorry for the rant I just wanted to clear things up

ALSO IM CRINGELY USING S/T FOR YOUR SKIN TONE bc idk if u wanna be pink or black or white or any other axolotl color bc YOURE the reader NOT me its your choice

also guys im not a technician I only took half of a computer science class so don't come for me with my terminology :,)



"He's saying he's basically a walking fusion bomb!"

     Gasps emitted from each team member while Fugiotid further elaborated, "The original intent of my robot body was to be a fusion generator. It's why I tend to be a little n-n-nervous at times." He still couldn't speak without glitching or sparking. "Great. Now he tells us." Raph huffs. The professor is still malfunctioning while you and Donnie try to come up with some sort of solution, speaking in a hushed tone as to not alert the others, well, even more. You both crouched next to Fugitoid, "Can't you just rewire his motherboard?" Donnie whispered and you shook your head, "No. That would mean resetting all his data. It's too valuable, we can't risk it." He spoke a little louder now, "Well then what do we do?" Donnie panicked getting louder as he spoke. "Shh! Stay quiet, remember?" you hushed while placing a hand over his mouth which shut him up fast. 

Donnie's pov

     "Shh! Stay quiet, remember?" they hushed me and before I could retort their hand was put over my mouth, silencing all thoughts. Heat prickled my face, I'm honestly surprised steam didn't erupt from my ears. All panicked voices had calmed down and I was left with just the thought of their rough hands against my face. 'Oh, man. If they can feel how hot my face is right now I might as well just die from embarrassment.' I whined to myself. I looked over to see if they noticed but all that I saw was their focused face, brows furrowed and fingers pushed to their lips in thought, even their tail was flicking back and forth like a cat stalking their prey. Now that I was really looking I could see how tired they appear, a deeper shade of (s/t) was dusted beneath their eyes and their hands slightly shook. 'It makes sense, I suppose. They're always up late working alone--'  A horn blaring halted my thoughts, followed by whirring of the mechanical parts. Everyone stood shocked and stared as the factory came to life.

regular pov (is it third? idk)

     You watched as each robot lit up with a beep sounding with each power on. One after the other, we all drew our weapons ready to fight at a minute's notice. "I'm thinking those are probably the WarBots, yo." Casey concludes and April shakes her head. "Ok, run or fight?" Raph asks Leo who drew his other katana,"Fight." Mikey was the first to charge head in with a 'Booyakasha', Leo following after for the same robot. Except almost as soon as they attacked both were knocked into different sides of the room. Everyone went their separate ways with so much ground to cover, April and yourself firing blasts at the robots while everyone else settled for handheld weapons. Raph and Mikey struggled with the robots on the conveyer belts while you and the others fought on the ground.

     Honestly it wasn't looking good, there's a reason these robots were the best in the galaxy. You did what you could for only wielding a laser blaster but it wasn't too shabby. Fighting one robot until another came up and slammed his fist into your back, sending you flying into one of the machineries. 'Yeah somethings definitely fractured' you joked to yourself while reaching for your gun. That is, until it was crushed under one of the robots feet. You growled to yourself before equipping some of your smaller gadgets, some spikes in the soles of your boots, as well as a blade in front, and small dagger-like blades from each of your gloved fingers like claws. Designed by you, of course. You rejoined the fight along side your teammates and destroying robots however you could.

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