Random Oneshots

Donatello X Borrower Child Reader

~Requested by the user S203324 (Zoe Dotter)~

A timid child like yourself is in no position to steal from a group of superheroes, despite the desperate times you might be facing.

Be that as it may, your family is starving, and you have no choice other than to enter this lair. How difficult could it be anyway? You would sneak in through the sewer drain, maneuver your way to their kitchen, steal a grape or two, and make your way out. It seems like a foolproof plan- you hope at least.

You have doubt in your mind about the plan, but after glancing over at your sick father in the reclining leather chair, you know that you have to go through with it. Mom would want you to go through with it...

You look down at your small, fourteen year-old fingers, caked in mud and grime from the various burrows you have dug in the past, and think to yourself, maybe- just once, I could be the hero.

Stealing from the heroes doesn't make you a good guy- it makes you a villain, but it's a different story when you do it to save a life. Robin Hood stole from the rich and gave to the poor, and he was still considered a hero.

You look up to Robin Hood. He is your only figure of hope anymore and all other positive signs begin to fade.

You go to bed that night with only visions of the day ahead of you on your mind.

You fall asleep quickly.

-THE NEXT DAY-

First thing in the morning, you race to the fridge, ravenous, only to be brutally reminded that it is bare. This only increases the urgency of your grueling task.

After combing your fine hair, you go over the simple plan in your head, and exit out the front door. Before you go, your father warns you about the dangers, such as many mice traps scattered about many places around here.

You brush off the fear of mice traps, telling him that you are smarter than a dumb mouse, but you are shaken inside.

You run along the trims of buildings in the crowded city of New York. Before you know it, you see the entrance to the lair. You suck in a deep breath and hop down.

It takes a while to land- about 16 seconds, and when you do, you scrape your kneecaps. You look at the blood and wonder if you will leave a trail- what if they find out you broke in? What if they send the cops after you? You are the only family of small people left, and being the only one not bed-ridden, you are the prime suspect for this crime. You have regret, but it is too late to turn back now.

You wipe off the blood with your cotton sleeves and walk alongside the stream. You turn right and suddenly, you are in their kitchen area. You don't hear any voices, and assume that you are safe to take your sweet time. You dig through the fridge, but you don't see anything healthy- in fact, the only thing in there is microwavable pizzas! How are you supposed to carry a 3 pound packaged pizza? Let alone cook it! This plan was already a miserable fail, and you haven't even started leaving yet.

You jump down off of the counter onto the floor. Frustrated, you stomp around for a while, thinking of what to do.

Suddenly, when things just can't be any worse, you feel a sharp, clamping pain around your foot. You shame yourself for your stupidity, as you had just stepped right onto a mousetrap. You whimper in pain, and pry the iron clamp from your ankle. Your foot is weak, but you manage to limp your way to the corner.

With your foot in such searing pain, there is no way you can climb back up the sewer drain. You have to find a different way out.

You think of burrowing, but that wouldn't work because the sewer walls are completely metal.

Alas, as if your fate wasn't already bad enough, you heard footsteps and joyful, laughing, teenage voices echoing throughout the metal hollow drains.

You curl up in the corner, hoping to be ignored, but as soon as they walk in, you are spotted.

Despite your fear, you observe the abnormal features of these so called "heroes." They don't look very heroic. They are green, hard-backed, scaly, and acne-ridden. They were- turtles?!

Of the four turtles that just rounded the corner, only one of them notices you. He quickly rushes over. You see a shine in his eyes. You instantly feel a connection.

He rushes over and picks you up in his hand. He rests you in his palm.

"Hey- I've heard of you guys... The tiny people- Burrowers... but- I thought there were none left?"

You don't know if you are strong enough to speak, and the shame of your situation puts a lump in your throat, but this guy deserves a response. "Uh, yeah... Me, my dad, and my grandpa are the only ones left. But- they are starving."

He starts to respond with basic sympathy, but you interrupt, "Please forgive me!" You cry into his palms, "I didn't mean to do harm in breaking in! I just needed food to feed my family!"

You expect him to be upset, to yell at you, but he simply nods his head. "I understand."

His glistening eyes squint to see your features more closely. His eyes scan your entire body, up and down. He stuffs you in his pocket.

His friends question why he ran over so fast, and he says "Thought I saw a mouse- it was just a bug," he says.

You are relieved, and you truly believe that you are safe in his warm embrace. For now, even despite the pain and suffering you are going through, you feel tired, and slowly drift away into a peaceful sleep.

-AN UNCERTAIN AMOUNT OF TIME LATER-

You wake up in a wooden box, only slightly bigger than your home burrow. The walls smell of pine. There is a large enough hole in the North wall to walk out of. You figure that this must be a bird house. Real classy, you think. But hey, at least you are still alive.

You remember your family at home struggling to stay alive. You don't know how much time has passed but hope that they are still hanging on.

You squeeze through the hole in the wall and fall five feet onto your swollen foot. You are in a field, far away from the bustling streets of the city you were in hours/days before.

Stricken with confusion, you stumble around, trying to identify your location. You know you are going North, but you don't know which way your burrow is from here.

You are lost in plain sight.

Just when the despair hits you like a ton of bricks, you see him.

You feel warm. Your despair turns to hope. Your hope turns to determination. Soon enough, you are riding on his shoulders away. Away from everything.

Suddenly, you no longer care about your family.

You no longer care about the hunger burning a hole through your stomach.

You only care about him.

He whispers his name, "Donatello," into the wind, and you can't be happier. You ride away with him and no more worries fill your head.

You live happily ever after with Donnie. As for the futures of your family and the rest of the turtles, you aren't sure. But you don't care.

Donnie- all you care about- the only thing that makes you whole- is here. Here with you. And that's as happy a conclusion as there can be.