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~Michelangeloxreader~ Screw up

#10

Request: Me

Word count: 3821

Prompt: "you're such a screw up."

Universe: series/bay verse

Age: 21

Status: strangers

Note/Warning: This chapter is based off how I felt a few weeks ago. It was only going to be a Mikey one-shot, but I felt better and made it happy. Mild language.

And if anything, none of you guys are screw ups as all of you guys have worth. Big or small. You deserve to live and be an individual.

"You screw everything up."

That was the phrase Michelangelo got daily from his brothers. Minimum three a day. He was lucky if he got two.
He wasn't the best at anything he did, but he sure did try. But trying made everything worse.

"Mikey! Don't touch that!" Donatello would usually say. Him being with all of the chemicals and fragile items, Mikey touching it was a definite no. It wasn't like Donatello didn't try to let Mikey help him out, he wanted his brother to help him, but Michelangelo had a certain touch that messed it up. "Leave, Mikey."

That was when the time where he would pout and slowly retreat out the door, looking back for one last time and see Donatello's frustration out the roof; well, sewer. "Sorry, D." He would have to apologize for everything as well. Even if it wasn't his fault. The older brothers would automatically assume that he touched something. "Mikeyyy!!!" Raphael yelled across the lair.
Michelangelo, sitting on his bed, door locked, and reading his comic, perked his head up at his name. He knew that Raphael never called him over to talk like brothers, or play games. But to blame Michelangelo. The door consisted of loud banging, since the door was locked. Almost afraid, Michelangelo got up and opened the door.
There revealed an angry red masked turtle. Face, dark green as he breathed heavily. Michelangelo frowned. He didn't remember even leaving his room that day, what could he had possibly did. "You spilt juice all over my comic!" He growled, answering Michelangelo's question. He didn't dare to open his mouth, but rather to just shake his head. "Talk, you knucklehead!"

"I didn't do it," he muttered under his breath. Raphael was furious that his younger brother wouldn't take the blame.

"Yes, you did!" Raphael lunges towards him. Michelangelo moved out of the way and ran into the main part of the lair. Michelangelo ran away as fast as he could, he wasn't faster than his brother, but he was fast enough to run long enough until he caught him. "C'mere you!"

"Hajime!" Splinter's voice bounced through the walls that made Raphael and Michelangelo stand straight, hands on their side. "What is going on here?"

"Mikey here ruined my comic!" Raphael accused, hitting Michelangelo's arm. Michelangelo let his head down, not being able to face anybody.

"I didn't do it," he said a little louder, his fists clenching in frustration.

"Oh yeah?! Then who did?"

"Me." The voice came from Leonardo. With a nervous sad glance, he explained his story. "I was pouring juice for Mikey and some might have spilled on your comic," he cringed. Raphael seemed a bit clamer, that angered Michelangelo. How could Leonardo's mistake be okay while Michelangelo's is the biggest deal?
He started to walk away, not being able to face anyone.

"It's still his fault." Michelangelo stopped dead in his tracks, fist clenching and unclenching in a repetitive pattern. Everyone must have had the similar idea on how it could have been the youngest's fault. "If he hadn't asked Leo for juice, then my comic wouldn't be ruined."