TRIGGER WARNINGS
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Also, things in italic means it's blurry or from a distance, or even slurred and/or not very clear. Anything in bold will be in sign language. Anything underlined will be texts.
Anyways, on with the story!
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Michaelangelo stuck his tongue out and hummed as he cracked the egg against the side of the pan. He pulled the shell apart, watching as the yellow and clear spilled out, and began to sizzle.
After a few moments, when he felt was right, the turtle grabbed a spatula, and began scooting the tool under the egg.
As it flipped, it had potential. Potential to be the perfect breakfast. But of course, it flopped over the side of the pan.
"Tch.."
Mikey huffed and scooped the egg up into a plate. He frowned as he looked at the less than perfect egg. He sighed softly in defeat and shrugged.
"Well- I'm sure Leo won't mind- They still taste good!" He smiled and began to leave the kitchen. Then his hands began to cramp. Bad.
"Ow-!"
Mikey jerked back, dropping the plate, flinching as the glass shattered across the floor.
He but his lip and grabbed a dustpan, sitting down.
Donnie walked in, looking at his phone "Angelo, Raph's looking for you-- And you're on the floor-" his eyes widened.
The box turtle sniffed and looked over at his old er brother, tears falling down his face.
"Oh no, feelings-"
"I-I'm fine!"
Donatello sighed and walked over, avoiding the glass, before holding out his hand. "Even I can see that is false."
Mike hesitantly, before taking Don's hand, wiping away his tears as he stood. "No- Really. I was... Just making breakfast for Leo."
Donnie frowned at this, and tilted his head. "And that... Didn't go well?" He questioned.
Mikey instantly forced a smile. "Yeah! I just slipped. That's all!"
"Mh.." Don hummed, noticing how his brother's arms trembled.
Mikey then waved him over, heading to the stove. "C'mon. You can help me re-do it, sous chef Donald!"
Donnie nodded, before walking over.
"We're making something easy on the stomach, correct? He just woke up yesterday."
Mikey nodded and hummed "Mhm! Cleared with mom and everything!"
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11:57 pm
Donnie sat at his desk in his room, typing away at his computer. On the screen, showed many different articles and videos on compression gloves.
He had a new project.
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AFTERMATH
FanfictionThe aftermath of the ROTTMNT movie. This fic is heavily inspired by the comic 'AFTERMATH' by happyfoxx_art on Instagram. I asked permission to use their story and they said that I could. on the first chapter there will be a link to their account and...
