the bad guy doesn't get the girl//donatello rottmnt x reader; megamind au

chapter 12//＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚.

3 WEEKS SINCE NEON LEON'S DEATH

.·:*¨¨* donatello's pov *¨¨*:·.  

the little desk toy bird moves softly. the feathered bird dips its vibrant orange head down to the cup to drink and bops back up, gently.

in the clear cup, i see my own reflection slightly warped by the water. my purple bandana is a prominent feature in said reflection, as i have been studying this toy bird for a while now.

"i know, i know." i do know. i understand this bird fully. which might come to someone as a surprise, as it did to me. 

i've came to this understanding through the absolute boredom i suffer from. what is there to do when you've done it all?

"always thirsty, never satisfied." i thought killing my brother would bring happiness, satisfaction. anything.

but, it didn't. i mean, sure, it was fun for a few days, but once the whole city was destroyed and lives were ruined- well, you can't do much else.

"i understand you, little well-dressed bird."

i pause to reflect, again. i miss it. the fights, the kidnappings, the banter, the kidnappi- did i say that already? whatever. 

"purposeless, emptiness."

was it worth it? to kill my own brother, lose it all, and for what?

god, i don't know what to think. i feel like i'm being sucked down into my thoughts.

"it's a vacuum, isn't it?" i rest my head on the fancy desk, which honestly feels the same on my face as my normal desk.  "what's your vacuum like?"

my thoughts are interrupted by mikey bursting into the room. he's singing some song, clearly still excited and i'm not sure if he's sincere or playing it up to cheer me up.

i only groan, not moving my head off of the table. "not now, mikey." i look back at the bird, still trying to drink the water.

"i'm in a heated, existential discussion with this dead-eyed, plastic desk toy." a very sad sentence but i watch mikey's face fall. i guess he was being sincere. 

he looks worried or concerned and closes the office door behind him. "is... is something wrong, sir?" 

i think of a way to explain it to him. emotions are often hard for me to express and i'm not really sure why. "just think about it."

i pause again, rubbing my forehead in a soothing manner. "we have it all." the irony in this statement does not escape me. to work for something all your life and to then hate the result?

the result was obsolete to me, at this point. "yet, we have nothing. it's too easy now." an honest claim, even the most experienced get bored with repetition and jobs that are too easy.

'it's just too easy now." i sigh softly and rub my eyes, stressed by now. i wish mikey shared my sentiments, that might make this easier.

he simply stares back, obviously confused. "i'm sorry, you've Iost me, sir." his voice sounds worried, strained.

i shake my head slightly, still feeling a little lost myself, but about my own emotions. "i mean, we did it, right?" i'm still in disbelief about the whole situation.

"well, you did it, sir." mikey, not so helpfully, corrects me. he seems a little brighter at these words, proud for me? 

but, i'm not proud. why should i be? "yes, you've made that perfectly clear." i say, sounding a little sour. "then why do I feel so... mel-on-choly."

"mel-on-choly?" my dear angelo repeats, which frustrates me a little bit. 

"unhappy."

mikey swallows and looks deep in thought for a moment. the emotion on his face is indiscernible to me. "well..."

he sighs again and looks back at me, hopefully. "what if tomorrow, we could go kidnap y/n." mikey shrugs a little bit and smiles at me. "that always seems to Iift your spirits."

that would make me happy, but it feels weird. i want to see y/n, if i'm being honest, but kidnapping her feels... unrewarding and i can't quite figure out why, so i lie.

"good idea, mikey. but without him, what's the point?" this wasn't the best lie as, in it's own way it rings true still.

"him, sir?" i know i'm confusing him even more, but i don't quite know what to say to mikey.

this is pointless. "nothing."

"ok, all right. we'll just..." mikey paces slightly, trying to think of ideas or anything, honestly. "that's something to consider..." he still seems a little lost and i look back at the bird. "...and..." he's still talking? 

 "well, i think i'll just go draw or something for a while then." i think i upset my brother. wouldn't be the first time.

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omgggg i did not think i was going to write this much ngl