Daylight

Screams

"So, why'd you make it in the first place?" Donnie asks the voice while he sits on the bed, a blanket wrapped around himself. "Did you not know what you were making either?" The turtle isn't proud that he made the wrong potion, but according to J, it'll make him stronger anyway, so, half-win?

"I did know what I was making, unlike some people." 

"Scoff."

"And I'd rather not talk about the why."

Why won't they talk about it? Donnie's curious, but he decides not to push. "But, I guess I could tell you about what it did. Give you a head-start or something." 

"My vision went green," So that was a normal thing. "And it made me more powerful, like I said. Seeing the look in people's eyes when they new they fucked up was fantastic! Especially the first time, I'd never felt that strong before.." Donnie doesn't exactly understand why they liked seeing people scared of them, but J continues talking.

"It took me a while to get as strong as you did your first night, though, and you only smelled it. Crazy!"

So that was why he had hurt those people. The smell of that vine had really messed with him. But he hadn't heard J while he was doing- that.

"You saw that?" Donnie asks.

"Yeah, and it as fucking great, dude! Kicked his ass, huh?" J wasn't always nice, but they sure did like complementing him whenever they were talking about something violent.

Donnie doesn't like that J thinks him hurting people is a good thing, but he doesn't tell them that. Instead he says, "I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah. I just said that." 

"Rhetorical question, J."

"Mmm."

Donnie spends some hours talking with J, the new voice in his head. Most of the time it was him asking questions only to get a half-assed answer. While Donnie moves from his spot on the bed, his stomach lets out a growl. Which makes sense, considering he hadn't eaten all day. The turtle decides to go to the kitchen to get some coffee and a snack. When he slips out of his room and down to the kitchen, he finds Mikey, struggling to open a jar.

"Hi Donnie!" Mikey greets his older brother.

"Good morning, Angelo."

"Think you could give me a hand?" The younger turtle offers the jar to Donnie. Mike's hands have been a little shaky ever since the whole- portal situation.

He takes it and squeezes the lid tight, holding the bottom of the glass container with his other hand. Apparently, he'd been holding it too tight, because the container shatters in his hands. Glass flies all over the floor. Donnie's hands feel oddly wet and warm. The turtle's eyes fly up to his brother. Mikey's covering his mouth, eyes flicking between the mess on the floor and the mess on Donnie's hands.

The mess on Donnie's hands- he looks down and sees his bloodied hands, cut up by the glass, shards stuck inside. The turtle's struck with an awful realization. Holy shit.

This really fucking hurts. 

Donnie quickly apologizes, "Oh, I'm so sorry let me just-" and dashes off to the bathroom to clean himself.

"Shit, dude, you good?" J asks after being silent for a while.

"What do you think?"

"Absolutely fucking not?"

Luckily, the glass shards haven't cut in that deep, because he's able to pluck them out. (After a lot of wincing and hissing through his teeth, though he's never going to admit that.)