Around Every Corner

Prologue

-This story is part 2 of Brothers. There is a time skip between that story and this one. Now there's multiple POVs.-

It was cold.

Cold walls, cold food, and cold cells for the people stuck underground. Underground with a scientist gone mad, who was trying to work. Filling up needles was a pain when there was a bang and a crash every five seconds, which was what Donnie had told them time and time again, but they never listened. Oh well, they would be the first to find out what was in these needles anyway.

Crash.

"Be quiet in there!" Donnie shouted. The turtle sighed, then turned back to his work. He was at his cluttered desk, which was covered with papers, blueprints, several pens, and wires upon wires which were tangled and stuck out every which way. Above the  desk were screens that were cluttered even more, filled to the brim with news articles, videos, hell, even Baxter Stockboy's website was there. Donnie wasn't too proud of the mess his lab had been reduced to, but If there was anything that could lead back to him and his brothers, he would find it and take it down before it could reach anyone else's eyes. He could focus on his messy room later, but first-

Donnie's thoughts were interrupted by a ding. He looked down at his wrist, white text displayed on a blue background glowing back at him:

Reminder: Get food.

Search for grocery stores near you?

The turtle sighed, putting his work back down on the table, and swiping the reminder off the screen. "Guess I'll have to finish this later." Donnie made his way over to a closet, the one thing left mostly untouched, and threw on some clothes. His signature purple hoodie and some black pants. He'd have to hide his turtliness somehow. Donnie didn't want people calling the cops, curious children following him around, or Big Mama catching wind of a certain turtle roaming around the surface.

Getting forced to fight in her battle nexus against warriors ten times his size, getting his shell- Donnie shook the thought off. He stuffed his phone into one of his pockets, went over to the secret exit in the corner of his room, and was ready to hop inside when he heard someone from behind him.

"Where are you going?" 

Donnie whipped his head around, hearing a satisfying crack crack emanating from his neck. There was a girl with short brown hair, not even reaching her shoulders. She wore a shirt with the name of a train station printed on it, for what reason, Donnie didn't know, and blue shorts. The girl could've been mistaken for a normal person, except there was one problem. 

If someone squinted, they could see the objects behind her. And she would've caught Donnie off guard if he didn't already know who she was.

She was a ghost, and she was going to bother him. Again.

"I'm guessing you're not going to see your brothers, are you? I wish you would just go talk to them, but we both know how stubborn you are."

"Scoff. I'm going to go get some food. Now if you don't mind me, I'll be going now. I'll see you, Davis."

"I've told you, stop using my last name! It's-" The turtle jumped into the exit, not waiting for her to finish the sentence. "And, he's gone."