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why, dad? don and splinter - angst

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donnie hasn't been hanging out with his family recently, even if mikey tried to go talk to him nothing will work. its like hes more depressed, untalkative. his inspirations have disappeared and have turned into him being locked up in his room all day just like he was in his lab, but instead of making new creations its sleeping, eating, or drinking water.

his brothers have noticed this peculiar behaviour so have decided to tell master splinter about it, (not like he would try to do anything about it), but he has noticed this too. usually he'd see his third eldest rushing around the lair trying to find something, or even asking to buy uranium, but now hes no where to be seen.

splinter sighs as mikey tells him the story, getting up from his chair and pats his sons shell. "do not worry, my son. ill go try and talk to him."

he walks around the lair trying to find donnie but yet again as always, hes no where to be found. until splinter comes across the arcade room. donatello is sitting near a game, his back hunched and hugging his knees, his face planted between his arms.

he can't bare to see his son like this, although he has been a bad father to them all he still loves them and would wisely sacrifice himself just for them to live. he would do anything for them, especially if they've been so down. splinter sighs as he slowly walks in the arcade room, plotting himself next to donatello placing a hand on his shell, patting it softly.

he hesitates to ask whats wrong but tries so anyways, but someone beat him to it. it was like don was holding in a huge breath, "why, dad..?" he blurts out. splinter looks at him confusion. "what do you mean, purple?" don shakes a little enough to be seen.

"why not me, splinter?" splinters eyes show fear, donnie never said his name. splinter lets go of donnies shell, the turtle not budging staying in his fixed position.

they sit in an uncomfortable silence, the air starting to fill up with thick tension. it took minutes for splinter hamato to gather up his courage once again, "what is wrong my son?" he asks, looking slightly up to look at his third oldests sons face but instead of not moving, he scoffs and gets up, rushing to face him.

"why do you pick my brothers instead? why not me? i thought if i did enough inventions you would notice them, say you're proud of me but that moment never came! why, yoshi? are you that ashamed i'm a soft shell, are you that ashamed i'm not good enough for your stupid destiny?!"

tears of rage stream down his face, his eyes being puffy and red from the breakdown he had before. the rooms tension had changed to pure anger and fear, guilt floating infront of splinters face, donnie slowly fearing the answers to his questions would be true.

splinters eyes widen, holding back his tears as he needs to be strong for his sons, but he failed at that too. he lowers his head in shame.

"donatello... i never meant for you to feel like that. you're an amazing son, brother, and friend to all of us, especially me. i've always been proud of you, donatello. im sorry ive never said it before, but i am very much proud of you son. i always have been, every invention you make, everytime you find a new interest, everytime you help your brothers. i love you, my son. and that will never change."

he states, his voice cracking with tears streaming down his face, a huge lump disappearing from his throat allowing him to express his feelings to his third son.

donnie scoffs twice more, "you've missed you chance splinter." he mumbles as he walks past him, nudging splinters side as he does.