Tear In My Heart (Donatello X OC)

C.25

Dorian's imagination was... different.

It was like a castle, and we just stepped through the front doors. It was completely abandoned. Dust everywhere, covering every surface, and it looked dirty. There was music playing, and I recognised it to be The West Wing from Beauty and the Beast.

"Let's go." Leo said and we walked through the castle, trying to find her.

"Do you guys, hear music?" Raph asked.

"There's been music playing since we walked through the door." I answered.

"No, different music." He said and we shut up and listened. There was a different song playing from somewhere down the hall. We followed it and came across some grand doors.

"The ballroom?" I asked and we opened them up and stepped inside.

It was filled with people and things all standing in the ballroom, watching a couple dance on the floor. I was trying to see who was dancing, but then Mikey squealed softly.

"What is it?" We turned to him.

"It's Captain Jack Sparrow! And over there is Anakin Skywalker! Is that Dumbledore?!" He pointed people out and I started paying attention to the crowd.

"Fictional." I breathed.

"What was that, Donnie?" Leo asked.

"They're all fictional characters..." I said. I spotted so many characters that she loved and talked about. There were still some I had no clue where they were from. A small, twelve year old boy with an eyepatch? A teen with curly hair, devil wings and a tail on the arm of some vampire looking guy? A fully grown man in a red fleece suit with red yarn all over his head and down to his shoulders?

The dance ended and the people started applauding, and I got to see Sherlock Holmes walking back to join John Watson in the crowd. The girl wore a lavender dress that looked beautiful on her and her hair was done up perfectly.

"Who's next? Hatter?" She looked over and stretched her hand out for Tim Burton's Mad Hatter to join her in the next dance.

They went into position and she looked up and I saw it was Dorian. We made eye contact and she dropped position.

"Hatter, I'm terribly sorry. Something has just come up. The next dance is reserved for you and you alone, though." She said and rushed over to me.

"What are you doing here? You're not in my imagination!" She hissed, then the others showed up behind me. "Guys?! What the fuck?" She whisper yelled.

"Listen. Some dark force got into your head, we're here to help you fight it." Raph said.

"I'm starting to think it'll use the bad guys in this room against you." I said.

"Bad guys?!" She scoffed, and let out a laugh. "Donnie, honey, almost everyone in this room is a bad guy! Sam and Dean Winchester..." She pointed to two guys dressed in plaid and leather and denim. "Professional murderers. Over there, that little boy with the eyepatch? Ciel Phantomhive. He solves cases for Queen Victoria and gets his butler, Sebastian, to do the dirty work for him. Oh, and Sebastian is a demon and Ciel sold his soul to him. Draco Malfoy is just over there with his Aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. Sweeney Todd is over there, hanging out with Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham. Deadpool is right over there about to beat the shit out of Anakin, don't even get me started on him. And Dumbledore! Ooh, I hate Dumbledore for what he did! He might be the most evil of them all..." She said and turned back to us.

"Point is, technically everyone in here is a bad guy, even if they're the protagonist of their franchise." She said.

"Wait. Sherlock Holmes is bad?" Leo asked.

"He abused drugs and faked his death and made his best friend go into a near suicidal depression." She said, then paused and shivered.

"What is it?" I asked, holding her arms.

Dorian just turned her head to the ceiling that was now covered in a black fog. Her brows furrowed. "That's not a Death Eater..." She mumbled, then turned to talk to her characters.

"Bellatrix, Sam, Dean. Do you recognise that?" She asked the three of them.

"Is it a demon?" The longer haired one asked.

"No way, Sammy. Demons don't move like that." The other said.

"I didn't feel my mark do anything. Not one of mine, nor my Lord." The woman, Bellatrix, said.

"Simon! Baz! Is that the Humdrum!" She called to the gay couple of the devil and the vampire.

"I'm not feeling any absence of magic." The vampire called.

"And I'm not a wizard anymore! I can't feel shit." The other called.

"Could it be a dementor?" Dorian mumbled to herself.

"What are you doing?" Raph asked.

"Trying to figure out what it is so I can fight it." She sent, then her eyes lit up. "This is my imagination. It can be whatever I want it to be." She said, then squeezed her eyes shut in concentration.

"Bellatrix, give me your wand." She said and was handed a little twisted piece of wood. The black fog turned into a cloaked figure and everything felt sad. Well, not really sad, but all the happiness and joy was sucked out.

Dorian was still concentrating, then a small smile came to her face. "Expecto Patronum!" She yelled, pointing the wand at it, and a white wisp came out the end and transformed into a dragon. The black thing disappeared and she smiled, handing the wand back to Bellatrix.

"We're safe." She smiled.