ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Twin Talks

I wonder how I managed to end up, in this place

Where I couldn't get away,

There's no escape. . . .

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"Oh. . I'm back here-" He sat up, realizing he was laying down for some reason but deciding to ignore. He stood, looking around and beginning to walk aimlessly through the void that was his mind space. He noticed quickly that he seemed to be glitching, as if he were some broken T.V.

"Hello, Donatello."
"Hello, figure I'm going to ignore-"
"Pushing away your problems again, I see? Typical Donatello move."
"Why are you just now saying my name?"
"Am I not allowed to say my family's names?"
"We aren't family, you said it yourself."
"Oh, I remember now."
"How could you forget that you literally kicked me out and left me for dead?!"
"Purple. You are hurting my feelings as of now-"
"I don't care. You and stupid feelings can shove off."
"Donnie- Donnie that isn't nice-"
"I don't care, Mikey. I'm sick of this- I'm sick of this torment this- this manipulation!" He snapped, fists clenching. "You aren't real! None of this is real it's all a dream like always!"
"You're only doin' this to ya'self, Purple."
"Raphael, why did you just call me-"

"Because you don't deserve a name."

". . Leo. . ."
"That's my name, don't wear it out." The slider deadpanned, stepping out from the black of the void and crossing his arms.
"Again with the barbs, how typical." He hissed.
"Oh please, as if your pathetic insults are any better."
"I never intended them to be harmful, 'Nardo."
"I call bullshit on that."
He grinned, crossing his own arms. "Y'know, Raph doesn't like swearing, remember?"
"I don't think he cares if it's directed at you."
"Highly doubt that, dear brethren."
"Don't call me that, Purple. We aren't brothers, remember? Dad said it himself."
He couldn't help but wince slightly at the 'purple' comment, scowling and straightening again. "He isn't our dad. You three disowned him, remember?"
"No, we don't."
"Unsurprisingly, I mean you're all just figments of my imagination."
"And because it's all in your head."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"All of the things you've been doing, it was all in your head. You're probably still lying in that alleyway as of now, damn near dead."
"Don't bring up that damn alleyway. And none of that was fake! It clearly happened in real life!"
"Oh, it seems Donatello doesn't like the alleyway being brought up. How interesting. What exactly happened in there?"
"Like I would tell you."
"Purple! Stop it!" The box turtle snapped.

"Of course you lot take his side. Especially you Leo." He didn't mean it, but he wanted payback after last encounter.
"Why would we ever take a liar's side?"
"You saw visual evidence! I know you did!"
"Well, seeing as how you were the one recording, it could have very well been edited."
"How could I have edited that-?"
"Oh, right. You couldn't even move after what happened in the alleyway. Almost forgot. You had to get help from a fucking villain."
"Shut up-"
"Couldn't even defend yourself against five-or was it six?-human teenagers."
"Silence- I didn't have my battle shell-"
"Of course, relying on the battle shell to fix all of your problems."
"No-"
"Well it still hasn't fixed one."
"Shut-"
"The fact you're just a pathetic fucking softshell."
His fists clenched, tears pricking his eyes and glitching away mere seconds later.
"You know I'm right, Purple, admit it-"
"I fucking GET IT!! I KNOW IM JUST A DAMN SOFTSHELL YOU DON'T HAVE TO RUB IT IN-!" He snarled, small sparks appearing on his markings. His eyes sparked a purple bolt of lightning before promptly stopping.
The four just grinned.
"Wow, that's all you have? How- what's the right word? Laughable."
"What?" He growled, panting lightly from the energy the unintentional sparks took.
"Did you not see?"
"No- But knowing you four- it's something stupid."
The slider just grinned.