So This is the End. ( ROTTMNT dystopian/apocalypse AU fan fiction)

Prologue

Donatello didn't know what went wrong in the fight. They had the higher power in the battle. His drill was out of beta, Leo could finally open portals now (which are actually not possible, but apparently that didn't matter because the ability was helpful, in some way), Mikey and Raph were demons at fighting and the holographic avatars Raph created were perfect. He himself, in his opinion, had amazing tech and Nimpo. Then, out of nowhere, a massive explosion went off just as he was attacking with his drill and even Donnie barely had time to prepare himself for the shock, radiation, mystic power, and ooze that was going to cover him.

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Donatello looked through his mask vision settings as he walked through the musty smelling rubble the explosion had caused. The ruins were hard to see at first with only the lava lighting up where they were, but now it's worse. At literally the worst possible time ever (Donatello knew it was the worst, he calculated it himself), the lava around what looked at Birds Eye View: a hand, had decided to erupt, releasing enough mystic power to allow atomic radiation to combine with ooze that happened to be somewhere around the wreckage and power up with the mystic energy that had already been here. And this all happened while Donnie was attacking with his drill, so he obviously got his arm cut off. Perfect. Just perfect.

Getting hurt by my own tech. Donatello thought bitterly. I'd be a laughingstock in the Technology Industry. He missed his arm. He desperately wanted at least one sign of his family after all they had been through. His parents were probably dead though, along with his brothers. Donnie sighed. He was in a horrible wreck of emotions that no Dr. Feelings sennamar could untangle. Ugh feelings, that annoying thing. Donatello just wanted to find them and make sure they were okay, then find some time to make a prosthetic to replace the arm he lost.

Donnie thought about the explosions that threw them off their game as he set his mask vision to X-ray. Donatello looked around again, and started to push a rough, heavy, rock off a big pile of debris to his left but stopped pushing after he heard shouts and saw flashlights being aimed not too far from him. The Foot, Donatello thought with an uncontrollable flare of rage and unexpected fear, I need to get out of here. NOW. He sadly looked around one last time, hoping to see anything that would have his family written all over it, then ran away, faster than he had ever gone in his life, a hollow pain throbbing in his chest that grew bigger with each step he took. Donnie wanted to curl into the fetal position and cry forever. He wanted to turn back and look until he found even a single sign of his family in the ruins. But deep down, Donnie knew that they were gone and he couldn't do anything about it. Donatello stopped running and turned around. If I can't get my family, then I will have my revenge on the Foot. He thought about going back and killing everybody in the area, but he saw three reasons and then a small, insignificant fourth about why he couldn't do that:

1. He was too weak alone. The Foot could probably smash him like a twig if Donnie even tried killing one of them, much less all of them

2. Shredder was after him. He already knew that from the way Shredder had immediately sensed Gram-Gram the moment she was released from the Twilight Realm. His presence was weak, but he was still part of the Hamato Clan and still had a presence.

3. There was a microscopic chance his family was alive and he would ruin it by attacking the Foot.

And also that sad, sappy 4th reason (ugh, emotions) about what'd he do after he did this miraculous feat of killing Shredder and terminating the Foot Clan. Donatello sighed, starting Plan #3.65 to get out of New York and continued running west, planning to get to the borderline of New York. His battle shell activated to fly over the lava as he continued running and planned on finding the way out of New York with his GPS. I will come back and when I do, the Foot will wish they never existed. Maybe he could sell his tech for money, like Leo had once said to tease him. Donatello quickly rejected that idea. He couldn't sell his babies. He would find a different way to get living. And he would get his revenge when he came back.

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The news got to Donnie by the time he made it to Cincinnati, Ohio: three weeks after the fight. The rumors and news had told something had happened in New York City. There was a new government taking control. Something called the Top Order. The government they had already, was collapsing. Everyone was encouraged to join the Foot Clan or unsaid consequences would come, based on most of the posters littered around town.

The Foot was taking control. I have failed. I have let what the entire Hamato Clan has been trying to stop the Foot from doing, happen. Papa is dead. Shredder has won. This is the end of the Hamato family, and I am the last one. Donatello felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, with only endless oblivion following him as he walked towards his death. Something shutdown inside of Donnie as he saw the empty streets that were once full of activity.

There were several small businesses in town, collapsing, due to the fact they weren't supporting the Top Order. This was bad, and good in a small way. Donatello tried his best to think about the situation with optimism. As he walked down the streets with his newly obtained hoodie(which he got from sources that wish not to be mentioned) he contemplated. There are benefits from this. Small? Yes, but they still exist. Perhaps you could... do something productive out of this mess. Donnie's mind went back to the ad he saw the other day about being an assassin. That could work. He went ahead and started to prepare to get out of the city. It could work and might be suited for him already. A new start. In a world that's going to get worse than Donnie would ever imagine. Where his entire family was dead and the only person in the Hamato Clan was him. A new start, alright