TMNT-Dark side

Donnie

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT or the characters! I only own the plot of this fanfic

A/N: CHRISTMAS IS COMING. ITS SOON. JUST A MONTH AWAY. WOOHOO! hopefully I can finish this by the end of the year ._. The sequel should be out next year. It'll probably suck but that's why I'm making different endings for this. One for the ending to be in this book and another for a continuation. So you can either finish it here or read more :D

April collapses onto the ground. This is not good. Not good at all. It's all up to Anger and Sadness to complete the plan now. And now I have to play my part. It's now or never.

I leap down from the wall, running towards Dark Mikey. Could I do this? Probably not. Chances of this failing horribly? 99.999999%. But that 0.000001% chance was all I needed. Time to rely on a big mouth I never had.

I swung my staff at Dark Mikey, anticipating his dodge and quickly kicking him. It barely affects him, but he stumbles slightly as my foot hits his shell. "Well hello Donatello, finally here for the party? You're a little late but hey, you're more than welcome to meet your death. I'm surprised you could hit me. Then again you probably predicted where I would move to."

I nod. I'd been studying him with the emotions as he fought the rest, and observed a pattern in his attacks and dodges. I was dying to go help Leo, Raph and April, but it wouldn't be of any use if I was there with them. I could only hope that by the end of this we wouldn't have failed, and Master Splinter would find all four of us dead come morning, and with Dark Mikey awake and alive in the physical world. (A/N:SKILLET REFERENCE WOOOOOOO!)

"You're getting stronger and stronger by the minute, aren't you? So you're toying with us now. You know we won't win and that you might as well kill us slowly as the emotions fade and you take over Mikey."
"How many times do I have to repeat that, Donatello? I get it that you're not as smart as you and everyone else think, but even your brothers got this through their thick skulls," Dark Mikey snorts.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" I tease, ignoring his remark. Inside, I was terrified. All I had to do was distract him while Anger and Sadness figured out a way to convince him to use them. They also said something about waiting for the right moment.

I had no idea what they meant by that, but at the same time I was horrified at what would happen if I made him really angry while distracting him. What if he killed me on the spot? Don't be a chicken, Donnie. Anger and Sadness will think of something. You just need to give them something they can work with. Greediness is a human nature. Surely it'd be easy to get him power hungry.

"Well, your power can only take you so far. You may be able to kill us, but beyond that, you can't do anything. You're too weak to do anything outside Mikey's mind, which is pretty much pathetic. Only strong here, but completely limited." Dark Mikey's smirk turns into an annoyed scrowl.

"Watch your tongue, Donatello. Unless you'd like to see it outside your mouth. All it takes is one cut and it's off," Dark Mikey threatens. I grin. Got him.
"Such a shame, really. Who knows what kind of chaos you could wreck outside. If only you had more power and weren't forced to be totally useless in our little brother's mind."

Dark Mikey grabs my throat and I struggle to breathe. The force of his hand around my throat tightens as he snarls. "Shut. Up." I smile despite the lack of air and try to shake off the feeling of lightheadedness. Just one more jibe and Anger and Sadness can take over.

"Getting angry? Fat load of good that'll do you. What will happen once you kill us, I wonder? If Mikey becomes full on dark, the most you'll be able to make him do is hurt splinter. You'd never be able to be as good as him. And after that? Splinter would probably flee, and you would have no more chaos to spread."