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

chapter 40//＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

it's crazy to me that we're on chapter 40 omg, this book is going to be so long.

i also might have gone to bed at 8am yesterday, bcs i was watching community and then woken up at 11am. no clue how i'm not tired.

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.·:*¨¨* don's pov *¨¨*:·.

"okay, mikey! you were right!" i cry out into the seemingly empty lab. i had thought that he would still be there, and if he isn't then i have no clue where he is.

i spin around, trying to see through the scattered mess and dark environment. "i was... Iess right!" i'm not ready to admit i'm wrong, my pride is already too injured.

"we should stick to what we're good at... being bad." i say and my voice is upset. i don't want to be good at being bad, i don't want to be bad.

i'm not getting any sort of response and i call out for the last time. "michelangelo? but still silence.

until i hear some clattering and out pops one of my robot turtles, glowing in the dark lab. "you there!" i call out to him but the bot does a mini look around.

"yeah, you." i say, irritated. i snap, then wave him over. "bring out the black mamba." i say, glancing over at the wardrobe that holds my dear angelo's project for me.

the turtle bot approaches me, holding up the battle shell. it helps me detach the other one and put one the new one.

it fits nice and i sigh, squeezing my eyes shut to try and resolve the anger in my mind. "okay, puck."

i mutter to myself, stretching out my green limbs. it's been a while since i've done villain stuff or even turtle stuff.

"it's time to go down in style." i say, a little louder and i rub my eyes before opening them.

i make my way down to the new york city square, ready for the fight. but... puck never shows.

i probably waited there for around four hours and now i'm even more pissed off somehow. this last 24 hours have been pure torture.

i decide to just go find him, i know where casey's apartment is. i head over there and right into the entrance. 

i knock on his door but casey or puck or whatever, doesn't even answer. i resort to instead, shooting down the door, taking most of the wall with me.

i'm left looking at casey, playing video games on his couch. i take this in, and i'm raging.

"this is embarrassing." puck says with a sheepish smile and i just stare, folding my arms. this is not going how i planned but i'm too stressed to fix it.

i step closer, ready to go off at casey. "of all the inconsiderate, bone-headed..." i step over some broken wall and then continue walking. "...irresponsible, rude..."

i continue walking around the drywall sprawled out on his floor. "unprofessional, that's what this is!" i cry out, absolutely furious.

"would neon leon have kept me waiting?" i say and i hope this guy gets the point by now. "of course not! he was a pro!"

i glance up though from my rage rant and i'm stunned to see that, of course, puck wasn't even paying any attention.

puck seems to notice me and he peeks his head up from his game. "hey, othello!" he says and i fight the urge to eyeroll so hard my eyes fall out.

"you're actually the guy I want to see." puck says and i raise an eyebrow. this was supposed to be puck and othello's first meeting, their great first fight.

but, puck seems happy to see me and i don't know why. i'm also not sure why he made me wait four hours for him.

puck points to the door beside the missing chunk of wall as he plays. "also, there's a door here." this has been going on wayyy too long.

"do you have any idea how Iong I waited for you?" i say, pissed and i have no clue how this guy is staying so unfazed.

i take a step closer and i move my hands up to pull my locs into a ponytail but then i remember i'm a green turtle. oops.

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alright, time to go work out ✌🏼😑