TMNT x reader

/First Encounter Remake/

'This means you're thinking if the text is like this'  

Update: PG 13+ rating, Mild swearing. And that's it pretty much. 

3rd person P.O.V

As any usual night in New York, the streets were busy. People yelling for cabs, yelling through their car windows and you know the usual insult here and there like "where'd ya learn to drive? The zoo?!" Or something more abusive and a bit more creative. It was Friday night and you were weaving through a bustling crowd of pedestrians, some people were texting on their phones not caring if they may or may not have shoved someone in the ribs like a total douche bag. oh wait, that someone was you! Yeah, today was not your day. You just flunked a science test in the 3rd period about adaptation on some dumb blue or even red gecko and got a foundation two! yaaaaay! Reports aren't even meant to be in so quickly! You angrily huffed "Stupid test, stupid teacher, stupid lizard..." You were grumbling for what seemed like forever until you spotted your usual fire-escape, "time to de-stress." When you climbed to the top of the escape and on top of your apartment building, you walked up to a rusty old birdcage and opened it to grab out your spray cans. You just grazed the can when you heard a thud, as anyone would usually react you flinched at the sudden sound and hid behind the cage. Yeaah, your flight instincts kicked in so you were holding your breath. ' Oh my god, oh FUCK! I-I can't be caught up here with spray cans, not again! OH shit, oooh shit!' You looked around frantically as you searched the concrete roof for any other ways out... until a shadow was just peeking in front of you, your breath had hitched and you were sweating like a sinner in a church! You tried backing away but your stupid shirt got snagged on some nail that was poking out, "is someone there?" You heard a guy's voice call out. You were now having a heart attack, on the floor, attached to a nail, on a roof...' I'm a fucking genius'  you wheezed while trying to breathe...

(I'm just gonna update this chapter bit by bit until I feel satisfied with the number of words... so, this is basically gonna get bits of writing added to it from time to time)

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

'Breathe child! BREATHE'  my chest felt tight and the nail had slightly dug itself into the back of my shoulder. 'I don't want to go to jail!'  I turned my neck and tugged myself away from the nail but it didn't budge 'damn nail I hate you!' whimpering I sulked for a bit. "Hello?" I flinched at the now closer voice and basically rag-dolled the shit out of my shirt until I heard the satisfying tear of fabric. "YES!" I jumped up on my feet and fist-pumped the air, for a split second I had forgotten all about the roof guy. I turned on my heel only to see the dude 'fuck' stepping back for a better look my eyes widen and a scream erupts from my throat, "ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh" TURTLE HUGE GREEN PURPLE MASKED TURTLE! Obviously freaking out I bolt it to the fire escape " I'M NOT DYING TONIGHT!" I screamed...again. Not really giving my decisions a second thought I basically jumped down the fire escape and you know, casually fell onto my hip- that's fun! "FUCK!" I clammed my eyes shut while I rolled onto my right side and rubbed my left. "That was definitely a smart move." a mocking tone made my eyes almost pop out of the sockets. The guy-turtle thing landed right in front of me, "please! I won't paint on the roof anymore! I-I'll paint over it, please, I'll do anything just don't eat me!" well I'm epic aren't I! An uninterested scoff  aided an unamused glare from the turtle thingy-guy while he scooted closer, squealing I back up and hit the back of  my head on the railing. "Jesus, just keep still, you took a heavy fall." OH GOD he's reaching for ME-wait did he just call me fat? Well, how the turns have tabled-tables have turned, it's my turn to glare. "Oi, that took balls to jump from that!" I growl but the turtle guy just rolls his eyes "ah yes, a 3 meter drop, soo brave!" he fucking saracstically clapped at me! "I've seen better landings than yours, I've seen kids stick a perfect landing than that."  Jesus, he's kinda a dick.