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idiot.

lol don't ask about the title

Donatello had a brilliant mind. His quick wit and talent for machinery was outstanding, and he easily outsmarted his brothers by a milestone. Without his brain, the turtles would have gotten toasted since long ago. That was Donatello, that was his thing. 

Leonardo's bravery was like no other, and his everlasting selflessness was heartwarming. He sometimes overworked himself, but it was only so he could get better at protecting himself and, more importantly, his brothers. That was Leonardo, that was his thing. 

Raph was strongwilled, but loving. He sometimes didn't act upon it, but his love for his brothers was nothing worth questioning. His scars show the lengths he'd go to save his brothers in battle. That was Raphael, that was thing. 

What was Michelangelo's thing? 

He couldn't help but wonder, especially after a fight with the Shredder and his minions earlier that night. His brothers had done everything they could to protect each other, and he had just tried to lighten the mood a little, but he ended up making a fool out of himself once again. When he made silly faces at Shredder Donnie got hurt. He should have seen Fishface coming behind Donnie and stopped him, or at least warned his brother. 

Now Donnie sports a bandage on his left shoulder and upper arm, and it's all his fault. 

Idiot. Stupid. Dumb. Colossal fool. 

No matter how many times he apologized, and no matter how many times Donnie repeated the phrase 'I'm okay, it's alright Mikey.' he still couldn't shake these thoughts out of his head. 

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

Raphael gave him a big whack on the head after they had fled from the fight, and Leonardo gave him a dirty look as he helped Dontallo with his shoulder. As if Michelangelo wasn't feeling bad enough. 

Fucking idiot. 

He didn't show up for breakfast the next morning. Instead, he went straight to the dojo the first thing in the morning. Even Leonardo wasn't awake yet when he entered. 

If he couldn't even protect his brothers from dangers, then what kind of brother would he be? 

'This goofing off needs to stop, Mikey. You always screw up.' Donatello's voice whispered in his head. 

'You fucking doofus, look at the mess you caused. You're the reason this happened.' Raphael's voice chimed in. 

'Maybe you shouldn't be with us on the next patrol. We can't trust you anymore.' Leonardo's quiet but venomous voice cut through all his thoughts. 

'Stop..' he begged, slowing down his movements. 

'Idiot.' 

'Imbecile.'

'Brainless fucker.' 

The voices kept chanting in his head, forcing him down on his knees. 

'Stop.. please!' he begged louder, wishing this torture would end. 

"Please.. I'll be better. I'll never smile again, just please stop." he sobbed outlaid this time, attracting the attention of his brothers in the kitchen who looked at each other with worried expressions. They hurried to the dojo. 

"Please.. please.. I'll never goof off again. I'll never crack a joke, I'll never smile. I just want to be good. I want them to love me." he confessed to no one in particular. 

"What the heck are you talking to, knucklehead?" Raphael's gruff voice rang out in the dojo. 

Ah, so they had found him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should have known better than to speak loudly. 

He's such an idiot. 

He didn't respond, just quickly rose up and started his training again. Raphael and the others tried contacting him, trying to get him to explain what he just said. 

'Sorry, bros.' he thought, 'the old Michelangelo is gone now. Get used to the new me.'

He would no longer be brainless and reckless. He would be responsible and protect his brothers at all costs. 

Even if it meant throwing away everything that made him Michelangelo. 

He would no longer be a fucking idiot. 

well that got dark