ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Tired

Vent fic for some stuff that happens with me on a day-to-day basis or at least pretty often. Warning, talks of su!cidal thoughts, self harm, intrusive thoughts, self hatred, self worth issues, etc.
Decided to project onto Donnie. Might project onto Raph next with my "Oldest-sibling issues" and stuff that I can't project with Donnie. Except he actually gets comfort for his problems lol👍

🚩Please read above before reading.🚩
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Tired.

A word commonly used to associate with depletion of energy, lack of sleep, the aftermath of a sport or other physically or mentally exhausting activity, or even after working on a project for too long.

A word that a certain softshell never used.

A word he thought inferior to his highly intelligent mind, and very complicated vocabulary.

A word he barely thought much of.

Not after he stayed up for three days straight, no. He has the word 'weary' for that.

Not after he spent exactly 47.256 hours straight on a project he had to constantly get up and move around for, because of how large it was. That's what 'fatigued' was for.

Not after the Draxum event, or the Shredder incident, or even the Kraang battle! What else was 'exhausted' for?

No, he never used tired. He would never use such a simple and lackluster word for what he was on a day-to-day basis. He would never allow such a word to enter his vocabulary. . .

So why couldn't he find a better term for what he felt. . . . ?

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The softshell sat in his lab, the faint whirr and hum of machinery audible from around his place at his desk. He had his head down, resting on his arms and eyes closed. He let out a sharp hiss as he shifted his head to stare at his phone. In which the purple-cased device lay on its back rested haphazardly on the titanium desk. He sighed, reaching out and grabbing it before sitting up and blinking away the wateriness in his eyes.
He turned the device on, unlocking it and scrolling through the list of things he needed to do.

There's too many things you need to do, don't be so selfish.

He let out a small scoff at his own thought, brows furrowing as he scrolled and scrolled.

Gods there was so much to do. . . So little time—

He shook his head. No, stop it. You're just being dramatic, it's your job to fix things for the family's sake. So do it.
He stopped his scrolling, promptly exiting the notes tab and switching to the messages app. He tapped on the family group chat.

Me:
Greetings, family. What is it you all need repaired this time?

Papa:
Well the toaster has broken again, and my recliner is having troubles- well- reclining.

'Nardo:
I broke my dor.

Me:
Need I ask how exactly you managed to do that?

'Nardo:
Uhhh n0 prolly not

Mama Raph:
Rea/ly Le0? 4gaiN¿

'Angelo:
Nothing here Dee! Make sure you drink something tho! ✨💜🧡

Me:
Affirmative, I will get on that as soon as possible.