(Y/n)'s head was too busy throbbing to process where she was. She groaned quietly as she opened her eyes. She hissed in pain as a bright light was hit against her face. She covered her face with her arm and sighed.
"O-Oh! S-Sorry about t-that!" Stuttered a young males voice, as the light was moved away from her face. (Y/n) sighed in relief as she rolled her arm down her face.
"N-Need help?" Said the same voice as (Y/n) nodded, her body feeling numb. She was carefully lifted up as soft hands grabbed her hands and pulled them up. (Y/n) shifted from her seat on the cold metal bed slightly and stood up.
"T-Thanks... Donatello..." (Y/n) said hoarsely, barely remembering his name. She looked up and scanned 'Donatello'. He was the same as she had seen him on the rooftop, so that meant it might not be a costume... Wait. (Y/n) paused for a moment and took a few seconds to scan around the dark walls of the cluttered room. Just where was she?
(Y/n) went into panic mode. Her eyes widened as her breathing hitched, her lungs squeezing the air from it. "H-Hey calm down... Its alright I wont hurt you.... Well only if i have to-" Then, in realization, he slapped his green hand over his mouth.
(Y/n) pursed her mouth and nodded, her hands tightening their grip on the table. She took a few deep breaths and gave him a tight smile. "I know you wont.... I'm (Y/n)... Just to let you know.."
Donatello gave me a grin, showing off an adorable gap, as (Y/n) flushed pink. What a lovely, unique smile she pondered as she smiled back. "N-Nice name..." Donatello stuttered as he cleared his throat, his gaze falling downward. (Y/n) nodded, not in agreement but in acknowledgment, and looked around. There were many gadgets, tubes, doo-hickeys, and a bunch of other science things. (Y/n) felt incredibly stupid I'm not knowing what they were.
"So... Donatello," Started (Y/n), feeling the odd new word, on her lips as she focused back on him. "Just where am I?"
Donatello sighed and gave (Y/n) a sweet, and yet nervous smile. "You're in the... Sewers... In my lab and my room." He looked around and glanced back at her. "Please, call me Don or Donnie. Everyone else does."
(Y/n) once again nodded, crossing a leg over the other. "Okay... Don... So you live in the... Sewers? Alone?" (Y/n) asked, feeling a pang of sympathy for Donnie. Most of her days, she spent on the streets. When she did go home, to the dirty apartment in the gang riddled area, all she was met with were glares, verbal abuse, and the smell of that drug on her breath... (Y/n) snapped out of her deep thoughts as Donnie shook his head, chuckling.
"No... I live with my brothers and my father." Donatello said, curling his fingers around the two tattered mask tails of his. He seemed almost embarrassed when he spoke of his family.
(Y/n) raised her eyebrows. "T-Theres more of you?" (Y/n) said, before she abruptly realized how rude that sounded. (Y/n) winced as she bit on her bottom lip in regret.
"I-I mean... Do they look just like you? Not that that's a bad thing." (Y/n) laughed nervously, the laugh fading away as she pursed her lips.
Donnie chuckled and nodded. "Yes they are... My father is a..." Donatello's brow furrowed as he looked at his hands. He chucked and shrugged his strong shoulders. "Well, a giant mutant rat. My brothers are just like me- mutant turtles."
(Y/n) blushed, still incredibly embarrassed by her intrusive words, and nodded.
For the next few minutes, the off pair stayed only in an awkward silence. The soft humming of machines and gurgles of liquids filling the silent room.
That is until the door was slammed open, which made (Y/n) jump so high she almost fell off the table she sat open.
"Don! Where the shell were... WHO IS THAT?!" Cried a turtle who looked like Donnie. The mutant had a blue mask and a angry look on his face. Which was pretty terrifying if you considered that this creature, whom (Y/n) had never known had existed, was incredibly angrily... At her especially! (Y/n) gulped and looked at a nervous Donnie, who was opening and closing his mouth, stutters spilling from the few words he uttered.
At that moment- (Y/n) knew that they were, to put into modern words- screwed.
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Imperfectly Perfect {Donatello X Reader}
Fanfiction{DISCONTINUED} (Y/n) (L/n) has always been alone. From being a lonely child that never seemed to connect with children of her age, the separation of her parents, and the gradual decline of the mental health of her dear mother, she has only had herse...
