Daylight

Dreaming

Tentacles.

Gooey. Ticklish. Soft and prickly at the same time.

Donnie shivers.

Cold.

It pulls.

Should I have done this?

Yank.

What if it doesn't work?

Yank.

He gets pulled in.

Pitch black.

Three seconds.

Four.

How long is too long?

And then he's not him anymore. His flesh is his, but not. It's weird. Gooey, slimy, wet. That's all he feels.

Ew.

No time to be grossed out.

"I.... am..... a spaceship!"
His eyes glow, as big as spotlights. No, bigger. 

Mikey's eyes light up just as much.

But the fun doesn't last long.

He's ripped out of the controls like a puppet getting detatched by its strings.

Snap.

One tentacle down.

Snap.

And another.

Thwack.

And more.

What about my brother?

He gets pulled out, eyes shut. Screaming rings in his ears, but his eyes refuse to open.

----

"Mikey!" He shoots up in his bed, sweating. He's about to scream again before realizing it was a dream.

"Are you okay?" S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. asks.

"No, I'm fine," Donnie says, rubbing his shell. He shivers.

"Do you want me to get Michelangelo?"

He looks up.

Do I?

"No, I'm fine. He's probably asleep-"

Mikey bursts in the door.

"D?" There's a warm glow in his pocket.

He brought his mystic weapon. What was it called- right, his kusari-fundo.

"I thought you called for me. Are you good?" Mikey says with a concerned look on his face.

"Fine, Angelo. What time is it? You should go back to sleep." Donnie waves him off.

His brother pouts. "Mmmmokay. Night."

"Good night."

Donnie lays back down, rolling over to look at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

"Can you get me some coffee?"

"Raph said you should drink less coffee at night."

He did?

He lets out a sigh.

"I can get you water, if you want?"

"Okay."

The drone flies off.

The wet, prickly feeling returns. Donnie rolls over, and over, and over. He sits up, kicking his feet against his bed violently, shaking his head rapidly.

Icky, ew, gross.

"Disgusting."

Leaveleaveleaveleaveleave-

"Donnie? Your water." He snaps his head to the door.

He picks up the drink with both hands, staring at it as if waiting for it to do something. He takes a sip, like he's testing it.

Donnie proceeds to drink half of the bottle. "Would you like me to get you another?" S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N asks.

"No it's fine. What time is it?"

"Twelve in the morning."

He flops down on his bed. "Good night, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. You can get yourself on the charging station?"

"Yep. Night, Donatello."

"Night."

The turtle rolls over, hoping he won't have that awful dream again. Before he knows it, he's asleep.