ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

"Fatherless"

Ah, yes. Here we have two mutant family members arguing for the third time today, about what? No one knows. All everyone knew was Splinter was blaming Donatello for the breakage of something, and the turtle was putting his two cents in as well. . .

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"Damnit Purple you said you have fixed the T.V.!" The rat man snapped, scowling.
"I did! But you got angry at it and threw the damn remote at it for the fifth time in a row!" The latter countered.
"Well it isn't my fault these shows are terrible!"
"Then choose better shows!"
"How about you find me better shows!"
"How do I do that?! That's cable television in case your little rat brain hasn't noticed!"
"I dunno! Hack it or do that weird techy stuff or something!"
"Oh, yes, because that's all I am to you. Your little crime-doer and hacker! Bet you want me to hack the Pentagon next, huh? Or- or maybe the damn Whitehouse?!"
". . ."
"I bet you just keep me around because of that, huh?! You know what's don't even reply to that I already know the damn answer."
"No, I do not. I keep you around because your brothers need—"
"YOU DON'T NEED ANYTHING MORE THAN MY TECH!" He screamed, tears spotting the corners of his eyes. "So why would they. . ?"

"Damnit child shouldn't those sessions with oranges counterparts be helping? Because they don't seem to."
"He shouldn't have to do that. . ." He murmured.
"Speak up child, I cannot hear you." He growled.
"I said, he shouldn't HAVE to be giving me those sessions! He's just a kid! He shouldn't be the damn family therapist!! You should have realized, or can you not remember that either?" He scowled.
"You are one to talk, you helped provide him with a degree in the subject, do you not remember?"
"Oh I remember very clearly old man. I also remember having to remind him about the fact he isn't useless after doing so because he specifically said he quote- 'wanted to be helpful' because he thought he wasn't useful enough! He came to me because he didn't trust you enough to come to you with his problems!" He screamed, voice wavering and unhelpful and, in his opinion, quite pitiful amount.
"I do not get why he-"
"Because you don't act like you care! The most you do to acknowledge us is to yell at us for being too close to the t.v. and to get you your stupid milk and cake! Or when you need something to yell at for a show's horrible ending!"

"I do not."
"Yes, you do." He narrowed his eyes, leaning down ever so slightly closer to his father's face. "But apparently you're too blind to notice when your sons are in need of you more than just the bare minimum."
"You are no son of mine." He stated coldly.
"Wh- what. . ?" His eyes widened, standing up straight and pulling his arms close to his chest. His eyes watered.
"Get out."
"Wh-"
"Get. Out." He snarled, pointing to the exit of the lair.
"I—" He started, before his voice caught in his throat and the tears started to spill over. "F- fine. . ." He swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry with shame as he turned and speed-walked to the lab. He shut the door, grabbing a backpack from a corner and beginning to pack the necessary things for survival. He packed multiple pairs of clothes, a few water bottles, some granola bars, and most importantly; money.

He threw on the backpack after pulling on his hoodie, putting his phone in his pocket and sprinting out. All in a blurry haze of tears and choked sobs. He didn't even bother to stop when the other three greeted him in the kitchen, taking a painful gasp for air as he wiped his tears with his arm and exited the lair completely.
The other three blinked in confusion, and soon their faces grew into looks of worry.
"Was Donnie. . Crying. . ?" The snapper asked.
"Yo am I the only one who saw how fast he was trying to leave? And right after—"
"Why does he have a backpack on?" Mikey interrupted, earning a confused glance from the other two. "He had a backpack, and it looked full."
"Maybe we can call him? I don't think he wants to be bothered right now to be honest—" Leo began.
"We're talking to pops. Obviously he has something to do with this." Raph decided, walking out of the kitchen and towards the lounge.
The other two followed close in tow.