•Necromancer Dancer•

•Sudden thoughts•

No ones P.O.V

After April had left, Donatello had gone about his day as per usual. Eat, work, drink, repeat till the day was over and he could go to sleep, but he couldn't help but reflect about what April had said 'I know that you're bottling it all up.' Because as much as he would love to deny her statement, she was somewhat correct; He did leave things unsaid.

But he would rather give up his technology than admit that aloud.

And couldn't do that, as long as tech existed, so did he; it was his lifeblood. He wanted to put his mind to work, to use his hands and intellect to make something and hopefully he would feel better.

He gathered all of his materials and had Shelldon powered on so he could help with whatever he would construct.

"So? How're ya' feelin' Donnie?" Shelldon asked hopefully, he was happy that Donnie was doing something other than lay in bed; and occasionally nourish himself, but for some reason it didn't feel fully right. Shelldon may have been an AI, but that didn't mean he didn't notice things.

"Nothing much..." Donnie quickly dismissed Shelldons question as began a his small project, whatever it would be.

Donnies P.O.V

I still kept contemplating Aprils statement. It rattled around my mind all day. She wasn't right, I didn't bottle things up and even if I did, I would never admit anything to her. But it wasn't like it bothered me, oh no, my fingers quickly and diligently worked the metal and wires. My hands moved nimbly, my agitation silently fuming inside, she wasn't right; I was the one that was always right, and she wasn't me; she would never be me.

I was working so fast that I couldn't stop myself, especially not when I accidentally moved the welding rod on my finger.

"Fuck!" I sprang up in pain, gently cradling my injured finger with my other hand; staring with wide eyes at the red-ish 2nd to 3rd degree burn, the pain somehow died down, but my anger didn't. The frustration still inside me, eating at me. Aprils words echoed on my head.

'I know that you're bottling it all up.'

I know that you're bottling it all up.

I know that you're bottling it all up...

It was repeating I'm my mind painfully; it was taunting me. The burning in my finger was nonexistent as I slammed my forearms on my desk and in one fell swoop I shoved my things to the floor. I leveled the shelves that held my Jupiter Jim and Atomic Lass figurines.

I threw my things about the room, ripped up my blueprints, my anguish controlled me as if it were the devil upon my shoulder.

I reached for my titanium bust of myself in rage raising it up in the air...before I stopped myself.

I slowly lowered it so that I could look it in the eyes. It captured my cocky smile, my cunning eyes; everything about me that wasn't here right now. I stared blankly at the object, I felt a tangy bitterness in my mouth.

"Donnie...?"

Shelldon. I slowly looked over towards my robotic son, and even if his eyes were supposed to be robotically blank, I could see fear in them; his rectangle pupils dilating. I fear that I had instilled into those eyes. I looked back towards the titanium bust and let it drop to the ground with a loud echoing thud as I knew it had dented the ground.

I sluggishly turned to my empty, stained, desk and rested my hands upon it, leaning most of my body weight upon the desk and hearing it creak under me.

I had never done that before. Never just destroy my lab for no reason, my body tensing unconsciously, I needed them. As much as they annoyed me and bothered me, I needed my brothers.

I silently hiccuped as the tears escaped, falling delicately onto the desk. They flowed starting off slow and becoming more and more sloppy as they fell. I brought my hands to my face as I sobbed even harder. My body slumped to the ground as I kept on crying.

The quiet whirring of Shelldon made me look at him and I couldn't help but think that I looked pitiful and weak in the moment, but I somewhat didn't care. He slowly hugged me as I turned and hugged him back "I'm sorry..." I whispered after a minute of silence.

"You're alright Dad." He whispered back "You're ok." I slowly stood, still holding Shelldon weakly in my arms, as I walked to my chair and picked it up, silently reminding myself to clean up once Shelldon was asleep. I sat down with Shelldon on my lap and leaning my head back as I was tired.

I kept thinking about my brothers and my favorite moments with them.

I remember the time we first found Señor Hueos pizza place and Leo almost got us killed in the death maze just for some pizza.

When Mikey wanted to go on a solo mission to get a Lou Jitsu game and got ambushed by the Foot, and the game wasn't even good.

When Raph and the rest of us got separated in the sewers and turned into Savage Raph; where he also tried to eat some villains.

When I melded their minds to be like me in every single way possible...

I paused thinking about that last memory. I used a device to change their minds like mine...I changed them; modified them if you will. The more I thought about it the more I was beginning to open to the idea. Could I do something similar to bring them back?

I don't know how because there could be many ways to do so, but all I knew was that I could do it, I am Donatello after all.

I hear a soft robotic snore from my lap as I look down to my son, I smile gently standing up and bringing him over to his charging station and helping to plug him in before going back to my desk and finding some blank scratch paper that I had laying around, since I shoved it all off my desk.

I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I sat down at my desk and begging to take down some notes for my plan. The first part of that plan was getting them back, and by that I mean going to the one place that dread when I think of their bodies. The place that they were brutally murdered and where they still lay; lifelessly.

The abandoned warehouse at the docks.

The next step of my plan was going to be the most tricky. How to successfully bring them back to life...permanently.

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