The Uncanny Ship (Tmnt x Male!Reader)

What a Trooper

 (Y/N)= Your Name

(e/c)= Eye Color

(h/c)= Hair Color

(y/s)= Your Style

(f/f)= Favorite Food

(f/d)= Favorite Drink

(o/t)= Old Town's Name

(f/t)= Favorite Pizza Toppings

Chapter 5 [Edited]

In the last chapter...

Mikey leads you out of the dojo and to your new room, giving you a small reassuring smile of his own. You can't help but smile back, feeling a little better from it.

I might as well get used to this since I'll be staying awhile. At least I'm not doing this alone.

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There goes my reputation for being the best at video games.

You and Mikey make it down a hallway with a couple of doors. One, in particular, was open, indicating that it was yours. Mikey leads you in front of the doorway to open the door wider. You lean your head in to take a closer look.

"Welcome to your new room, dude!" Mikey announced dramatically, a broad and excited grin on his face.

You look around and relax at the familiar feel the room had. The room was a simple guest room with a queen-sized bed in the far corner, and next to that was a small table with a lamp on it. The lamp was on and spread across the room since the lamp didn't have a lampshade. Across from the bed is a small desk that looked used, the legs having scratches and dents. Next to the desk was a dresser in the same condition.

Leo and Donnie were giving the room its final touches, putting some blankets and pillows on the bed for you to sleep with. Leo sees you walk in, and he looks down with an apologetic smile. He rubs the back of his neck, almost embarrassed at the condition of the room.

"Sorry that it's not much..."

You didn't blame them in the slightest, realizing it must be hard to get new things when humans would constantly scream at your appearance. You just wave him off with a reassuring grin.

"It's fine, really. Thanks, I appreciate this, you guys."

Leo relaxes at your words, relieved. He and the others smile at you, and Mikey practically beams as he says, "don't even mention it, dude! We want to make you as comfortable as possible, Le Sewer de la Turtle."

Mikey had tried to say this in a French accent, but it was average at best. Donnie rolls his eyes fondly at Mikey's attempt but lets his eyes trail to yours. Donnie looked almost hesitant to speak.

"Look (Y/N), we know you're disappointed about staying down here for a while, but Master Splinter is right." You soften at Donnie and give him a sad grin, shrugging. You felt almost sheepish to explain how you felt and didn't know what to do with your hands, so you stuffed them into your jean pockets without making eye contact.

You didn't want to make the turtles feel bad about you not wanting to stay down here with them. They seemed like exciting guys, even as turtles. However, you didn't belong in the sewers. You wanted your parents back, and a small part of you wants revenge for those Kranng who took them away from you. Leo sees your look, and he frowns at it, knowing how you felt. They all did, but Leo was the one who went forward and put a hand on your shoulder for comfort.