Twisted Wires Shouldn't Spark ---* Rise!Donnie

Four ---* Donnie, We Don't 'date' The Enemy

Now, to no one's surprise, the next few days with the Purple Dragons were filled with rumors and gossip about you. No one had ever made it this far with Othello. No one had ever even gotten his full name.

Every time you walked through the halls, all you heard was people shifting to look at you, whispering things under their breath about you. The pain of fucking around with robots was excruciating, but welcome compared to the senseless chatter in those halls.

A bunch of teenagers, all of them. That's all they were. Spreading rumors like middle schoolers.

You smash one of the battle bots in with the heel of your boot, and the lights power down a little. Kendra groans from the corner, anger flooding her.

"This is the fifth one! If you can destroy them then everyone can!"

You pause for a second, before digging your heel further into the rubble, trying to inflict just a little more damage, staring blankly at her. You weren't bad at this. In fact you were really good. Years of practicing made it so you could actually fight the damn things.

It would be a miracle if anyone could actually fight them.

"Why do you need one to be super hard to defeat? An army of these guys could take anyone out."

Kendras eyes widen, and she slaps a palm to her head. Rolling her eyes.

"This is why we keep you around. You always think of the simplest solutions."

You roll your eyes, walking out of the training ground. Grabbing some bandages on your way out. They'd gone full out this time. Using every weapon the damn thing had. Including blades and mallets.

You were going to be very bruised by the time you met Don at the pizzeria. Bandaged up too. You wrap the scrapes and cuts on your arms, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Kendra calls after you.

"To do my job." You say, grabbing your bag as you walk away, lifting a hand up in goodbye.

As you walk, you place your headphones in your ears. Playing whatever you had been listening to while you tested the damn robot again. You grit your teeth together. A bruise on your jaw aching. You let the tension release, moving your jaw around to assess the damage.

Just bruised.

What were you even doing this for? It wasn't even your job in the first place, you just wanted to be a journalist. Telling the world the stories that they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. They needed some sort of reality in their fictional lives. You sigh.

After the apocalypse, it had planted seeds of doubt in your mind, but also made it harder for you to leave the Purple Dragons, they were there for you in your worst times. When things got rough, they offered you a full time job, they gave you a home to call your own.

You were being ungrateful, but still. Hadn't the apocalypse taught you anything? After all, she said...

You shake your head. Not before you met up with Donatello. Not in a thousand years. Not even if the apocalypse started up again would you go down that rabbit hole. There's no space for that in your mind. You just had to let go of it.

And get this job done.

"Hello there, Y/n." A voice says, and you jump a little, pulled from your thoughts pausing your music. Taking your headphones off.

"Ah yes, my stalker returns."
"I saw you as I was walking to Lou Mike Tony's. If you care too, I could leave you alone till then."

"The company sounds fantastic at the moment."