Falling, Fallen

✡𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 1✡

"Ow~..." Opening your weary eyes from the dark emptiness, you grimaced. You heard footsteps as you cautiously awoke off the hard concrete. The footsteps were proceeding in your direction. You leaped to your feet, fearing for your life in this miserable location.

What could be approaching towards me? You gave it some thought. You considered several situations, but none of them appeared to make sense. You felt your stomach plummet when a shadow appeared out of the mist. Stepping back was necessary as the darkness grew closer. "S-stay back!" Your speech was halting. What else could you possibly say? 

Nobody found you to be threatening. So why would the anomaly? The shadow appeared to be carrying a weapon. Something resembling a stick. The figure got closer and clearer as it approached. You didn't realise it was what it truly was until that point. With a purple bandana and shell, the man had green skin. On top of his head were goggles, one with a blue lens and the other a red one. black shorts with incredibly phony-looking eyebrows, a purple belt, and other accessories. A metallic stick was lifted towards you by him. He questioned inanely but bitterly, "Who are you?"

With shock, your eyes expand, and you find it difficult to speak. "Oh, my god! It's a Shrek!" Just as you see his response, you pause. He lowers his stick slowly. "What?" he queries. "I am not a Shrek!" He uttered the term Shrek as if it was a very bad word. There was arrogance in his voice. "I'll have you know; I am a turtle- A mutant turtle as a matter of fact." His geeky voice made it obvious that he was a smartass. 

Your (e/c) eyes gleam. Even though he was a "mutant turtle," he was kind of- "It's rude to stare." he cuts you off from your thoughts and you take a step towards him. In which he responds by taking a step back. You notice that he is backing away. "Oh, I'm sorry." you clumsily say. You don't seem to know what to say. He looks at you after rolling his eyes. "You never responded to my inquiry. Who are you? You glance up at him. "(y/n)"

"What are you doing here '(y/n)'? Are your parents aware that you're present here?" His tone gave off the impression that he was merely trying to get rid of you rather than that he genuinely cared. You laugh off the question. "To start with, I really do not know. Secondly, how old do you think I am?"

 He gives you a blank stare. "I don't know- 12?" You give him a bewildered look. "18 you fucking-" you hesitate, then stop talking. You give him a sharp glance once again and smile. "Is anyone else present? Or are you just a wannabe Batman who uses my chemical romance as a catalyst to think about their own life decisions?"

"Hey!" He snapped. "I'm not a Batman wannabe! My chemical romance isn't all that horrible, either." He grumbles. "Additionally, to answer your final query, yes I dwell here with my so-called brethren." 

You gasp, "wait, there's more of you?" You jumped up and down and seemed excited. What specifically made you excited? You're not entirely certain of yourself. "Relax," he commanded. "They are nothing more than a group of dumb-dumbs. Despite everything, why are you so eager to see them?" His eyebrows shoot upward. "It's not like you're going to meet them."

"What? Why not?"

"Because you're returning home," he said in a cutthroat manner. "No, I can't go back." You respond. "Why" He leaned slightly in your direction. "Is someone searching for you?" You try to recall who it was, but the memory fails to cooperate. All you could manage to sputter out was, perhaps due to the impact of that fall on your recollection. "I-don't know." The individual scoffs in disappointment and then reclines. You're welcome to remain. However, it's only until the person searching for you gives up." You beam and give an enthusiastic nod. "Of course, guardian~", you say in a flirtatious tone. The guy grunts in irritation and mumbles. "Not an additional Leo"

Before you talk again, the two of you walk in silence. "What's your name?" He answers in a calm, heartless tone. "Donatello...Or Donnie" 

"What 'bout Tello?"

"No"

"Darling~?"

"Never again"

You snap your fingers. "Tello Tubby" Donnie halts and you enter the rear of his psychotic shell. "Tubby?" With concern, he asks. You give a nod. "Like Teletubbies but Tello cause you're Donatello." You grin at the thought, but all he does is turn around and carry on moving.

He shows you where to go and opens a door. He says, somewhat grudgingly, "Welcome to the lair". Three more turtles can be seen as soon as you enter. One was enormous and appeared capable of instantly squashing you if he so desired. He had a sharp tooth jutting from the right side of his upper jaw, yellow sclerae and teeth, spikes on his shoulders and elbows, a red bandana and shorts on.

He appeared to be speaking to a red-eared slider with mustard yellow plastron, green-blue carapace with teal patterning, and lime green skin. He has two yellow stripes on his thighs and upper arms, two red crescent-shaped stripes covering his eyes, black eyes, three fingers on each hand, and two toes on each foot. He's dressed in knee-high toeless shoes, bluish grey fingerless gloves with blue trim that reach almost to his elbows, and a blue bandana with long bandana tails. In addition, he has a blue belt around his right shoulder with a strap. Two blue pouches are fastened to his belt. He was not as big as the red one.

The final turtle had a blue-grey carapace with a yellow pattern, bright yellow plastron, and blue-green skin. He has black eyes, three fingers on each hand, two toes on each foot, a tooth gap in the left side of his upper jaw, and geometric yellow markings on his thighs and shoulders. He's got on an orange bandana with short bandana tails, orange knee pads with red faces (a smiley on the left, a dead face on the right), orange wristbands, and toeless shoes. In addition, he has a dark orange chest harness over his left shoulder and two stickers—a triangle and a lightning bolt—in magenta and cyan on his plastron. Compared to Donnie and the remaining two.