Just an oc story for ROTTMNT :)
A mutant turtle, who posses the ability to shapeshift but was experimented on for most of his life, enduring through harsh tests and trials. His ultimate goal, given from the scientists, was to be a clone of the turtl...
Lifting his head up, he saw squares and squares of white, shaping into a small cube room along with a small room, which he assumed was the bathroom. It strangely felt familiar but he couldn't place his finger on it.
The mutant strained his ears, trying to pick up the slightest hint of sound.
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Eerily silence...
He shifted his hands around, trying to get a grip onto something. There was something cold and hard against his skin but it also felt soft and comfortable...
Oh. I think I get it now.
Click.
The mutant scrunched up his face, giving the nurse at the doorway a not-so-friendly glare. The nurse just scrunched her face up back at the mutant, seemingly in a playful manner.
Ben rolled his eyes with a scoff, setting his head down on the pillow.
Damn. My head's throbbing...
Ben shifted his gaze onto the nurse, curious to what she was tending to. What Ben could make out through his blurred vision of his was a tray with some colored objects. Ben assumed they were just food. His daily meal time.
" What's with the cuffs?" Ben grumbled, jerking one of his hands up against the restraints. " Seems a tad bit too excessive, don't you think? "
" Don't blame me. " The nurse responded, putting on nitrile gloves and stretching it out, a snap sounded.
The woman took out some small boxes here and there along with small metal tools. Ben huffed to himself, knowing well what she was about to do.
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The turtle mutant rubbed one of his wrists where the restraints had been. The nurse stood up and started to walk to the doorway, leaving the door closed. The mutant scrunched up his face with a not so pleasant throbbing feeling over his injuries.
" Damn Nurse. " He let out a few annoyed clicks. Although he knew it was necessary to treat his wounds, he hated being cared by those freakish, money-grubbing, people.
They all just want money...
The mutant looked over his tray of a decent meal, his stomach demanding for food at the sight. He let out a reluctant sigh and picked up the tray, taking his fill.
He won't have much time soon anyways...
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The turtle mutant went bouncing off the chipped floor, his plastron skidding against the surface. Taking a second to crouch back up on his feet, the yokai came bouncing at the mutant with a snarling hiss.
Claws open to meet the turtle's face, the turtle immediately crouched down and launched himself backwards, attempting to create some distance between the two. The yokai slammed his hand down and made a dash for the turtle.
Unable to have the time to dodge again, Ben went for the option to crouch down into a bull-like position, hands in front of him. Pushed back by the force of the yokai's charge, the mutant took his grip on the jaws and jerked his hands down.
Receiving a yelp, Ben took the opportunity to shift over and sit onto the yokai's back as he tried to keep the yokai down. With one hand, the turtle reared his hand back and thrusted it into the yokai's side, feeling the icky feeling of flesh crawling over his skin.
The yokai let out a crying snarl, enraged and standing up on four, aggressively shaking and bouncing around. Smashing into the wall, Ben lost his grip and hit his head, sending waves of pain.
Seeing the yokai, Ben lifted his body up followed by a cartwheel and backing up a few steps. The crowd's cheering certainly didn't help with Ben's head pain.
" Ah shi- " The yokai rammed his head straight into Ben's stomach against the wall, forcing the turtle mutant to gag out some oxygen.
Left coughing in the floor, the yokai clamped its jaws on Ben's shoulder and giving him a nice taste of the feeling of having flesh ripped out of you.
The turtle yelled and clawed at the yokai's face and kicking at the stomach, sending the yokai flopping onto the ground. The turtle and the strange spiky leopard-like yokai went running around and wrestling around on the ground before the yokai managed to pin the turtle down.
Both the yokai and turtle visibly exhausted, the yokai opened his jaws open for a desperate finishing bite. Alarms blared in the turtle's mind, instincts triggered and his hand morphing into a spear-like hand. Thrusting it into the yokai's stomach before the yokai could react, time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The turtle watched the yokai hack and breathe heavily, instincts still on high. The yokai's eyes seemed to falter after a moment or two, the body going limp and slumping onto the turtle, the stomach pierced through.
The turtle stayed still underneath the yokai body, feeling the thick warm blood flood onto his skin, the soft squelching sound of the flesh.
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Damn... It's awful here.
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Ben was busy, throwing off his childish tantrum on the roof, flailing around.
He silently screamed, constantly cursing in his head. Why?! Why of all times!He had to fucking fall asleep in the damn alleyway and wake up to see being tied up, on aSHIP?!!
Well, lesson learned. One, don't go sleep deprived anywhere. Two, pirates like to kidnap slash rob helpless victims. Not that I'm helpless-
I was just asleep, that's all...
Ben let out a puff, cursing himself once more before sitting back up.
