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

chapter 24 //＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚.

ok, i hear y'all's complaints about casey being hal and i 100% respect that. but, keep in mind as the story progresses i'm changing the story slightly. so, ill try to tweak his character a little more to just make him a clingy guy and not a creep. 

if u want, i can go back/rewrite and make casey/hal less weird and more like a jealous friend or something? let me know plz!

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.·:*¨¨* donatello's pov *¨¨*:·.

"sir? sir!" mikey calls out to me as i walk back into the lab. i can;t seem to shake this feeling, like ghost butterflies or some sort of heat rash. weird.

mikey grins, having known about how neon leon's powers were absorbed by some random guy outside, casey. "code: did you find out who it was?"

i look at him, curiously but i nod, motioning to the garage. "code: get the car." i say, excitedly. 

"code: right away, sir." mikey says quickly and rushes to the garage, starting up the car. 

i take this moment to myself to reflect on the last 10 minutes. that was honestly the first time i've gotten positive attention like that from someone who wasn't mikey. wow.

i shake my head, snapping myself out of my thoughts and i rush over to the car, ready to go find out who this casey guy is.

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me and mikey sit at casey's house, quietly hiding behind a bush. we watch y/n drop him off at his apartment and i use my tech to hear and see them more clearly.

"bye-bye!" casey calls out, waving from his front entrance. he grins and y/n calls back before driving away. "see you tomorrow, casey." y/n says, calmly and kindly.

i'm not sure how she has the patience for him, but y/n is one of life's many wonders, i suppose.

i turn to mikey, motioning to the scene that just played out in front of us. "who is this man
we've infused with godlike power?" i ask rhetorically, but also literally. i'm slightly nervous for this project, but i hide it well.

"well, sir, his name's casey jones." mikey responds, looking down at a notebook. i glance down, hoping to read the info for my self, but i get distracted by the many sketches and drawings that fill up the page up.

mikey continues talking. "he's 20 years old." i nod, taking this in. a year younger than me, interesting .

"no criminal record..." mikey says, sounding curious and i watch casey's house while i listen to the info. "actually no records at all."

this peaks my interest. not even a speeding ticket? or anything? no awards? strange. "apparently this man hasn't accomplished anything." mikey says, sounding bored.

"not yet, mikey. not... yet."

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alright, im so sorry but this is shorter, as i started writing and got like half way through, when i realized i had copy and pasted the wrong part of the script and i had to start over :(