Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Dᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ's 200 Dᴀʏs ❪✘❫ 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐷

27 || 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟻𝟿

About two months ago, Donnie had gone missing and became a solo survivor in the zombie apocalypse, teaching himself what was necessary.

Over time, he changed into someone he couldn't get out of, a mental obstacle that ended up saving him and is now a challenge to defeat. But now that he is associated with the Joker Clan, Donnie may need his second personality as much as possible to keep him alive.

Just yesterday, 004 showed Donnie around the camp-- pretty much where to get food, clean up, and available weapons and the entire time, Donnie stayed quiet and spoke unless he thought it was needed. Tonight, there is a bonfire in the middle of camp and each Joker is dressed for it. Since there is no rain outside, the fire is what brought them joy at this evening hour.

From what Donnie saw on this log he sat on, while his skin was covered in scars, bruises, and mud, he observed the Clan and what they did. It was definitely animal-like. They wore masks created from bones, their faces were unrecognizable, they laughed and hooted, danced and cackled... it was insane.

Then, Four came behind Donnie before sitting beside him on the log, his own muddy face and torn clothes to show off. "Adhuc componit?"

(Translation: "Are you still adjusting?")

"Tsk..." Don growled, seeing about fifty different people dressed in cloaks and gross bones and twigs. He doesn't say much other than shrug and give a few nods every now and then. All he is focused on is how to escape without being mauled by twenty of these freaks. 

"Hic." Says Four, scooting closer to Donnie with an unknown femur bone and a large jagged stone in his hand. "Cum saltare non vis, fortasse telum facere vis."

(Translation: "Here. Since you don't want to dance, maybe you want to make a weapon.")

Don looks down at the femur bone, only the universe knows where it came from and takes these objects into his hands. He gripped the stone and bone and looked at Four, receiving a single nod as a sign to begin carving a shank of some kind. The reptile looks down at the objects and begins to drag the stone across the dry bone, hardly getting an engrave into it. 

Four chuckled at the turtle and kept a close eye on him while the Joker party carried on. During the bonfire gathering of this group, Zero is standing off to the side, his spear at hand, his hood over his head, and an animal skull over his face to conceal his identity in the night. He is accompanied by other Jokers, two of them to keep him secured.

As Donnie carved into the bone, he stopped for a brief moment to look up with his eyes only and got a glimpse of the wannabe horror character. Staring back at him through the boned mask, Zero chuckled lightly, happy to have an enemy of his in his camp, under his rule. Soon, he'll take advantage of this turtle and make him of their own.

Don looks back down, speaking to Four among the other voices and Jokers. Four and Donnie continue to speak a little more, getting to know one another and it turns out Four isn't such a bad kid. He's got his bad side but there is always a good to someone. Donatello found himself laughing and chuckling at Four's jokes, his consistent stupidity of memories as a child, and things that go on in the camp.

The bonfire also became larger. Jokers were adding more wood to the fire as they watched the flames spread and roar. A female Joker emerged from the crowd when the noise was much louder and she stumbled toward Donnie. "saltare debes!" She laughed, grabbing his hand, and trying to pull him up.
(Translation: "You must dance!")

Donatello shook his head, a smile forming on his face as he set the bone and stone down next to his feet. "Non, non, non..."
(Translation: "No, no, no...")