an O N L I N E thing || Donatello x Reader

Awkwardness

 (HEYYO BETCHA THOUGHT I WAS DEAD HUH WELL GUESS WHAT I'M HALF-DEAD AND I FORGET WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO ENJOYY)

  Why is everything so blurry?

  I feel like I'm paralysed, unable to lift so much as a finger. What the hell am I sitting on right now? It feels like literal concrete. It probably is. My back hurts. Why does it smell so.. pungent in here? Okay; what happened? I remember.. fuzzy dark spots blurring in and out of my vision, and then a searing pain had shot through my head. Ow.

  Ah, I must have bonked myself somehow. When did I..

  Realisation snapped. Right. Turtle people. Weird paper cultists. April. Donnie. Oh god, where even am I right now? What time is it? Is it late? Does gramps know where I am? Is he okay?-

  I felt a splash of.. wet stuff dripping over my face. Oh god, please tell me that was just water. Between the incessant ringing and pounding in my ears, I managed to catch a few snippets of voices talking above me.

  "What the shell, Leo!?" said a voice that sounded vaguely like Darth Vader.

  "What?"

  "Do not pour water on my patient's face!!"

  "Your wha- y'know, I'm not even gonna ask. Look, that's what you usually do to us when we're unconscious, isn't it?"

  "This isn't the same!"

  "How is it not the same, Don?"

  Don? Donnie?

  "See, she's stirring now. No need to thank me."

  "I won't."

  Carefully and slowly, I blinked my eyes open. I seemed to be lying on a concrete slab, lights hung from the ceiling and flashed brightly; it was almost blinding. The room was pretty dreary and dull otherwise, it looked like it wasn't occupied much. And standing above me was...

  "..hOLy fUCK-!" I startled, and promptly fell from the concrete slab table, landing gracelessly face first. "..ow."

  "Are you okay?" asked the Darth Vader voice from before. A gloved hand was offered towards me. I gladly took it.

  "Yeah, yeah, thaA- WHOAH." I flinched when I was faced with what looked like an Among Us cosplayer, decked out in layers of lab coats over a raggedy purple hazmat suit. "Whoah. Uh, nice.. costume?"

  No response. Just a harsh breathing sound that filled the silence as hazmat dude seemed to stare at me almost judgingly.

  April burst in through the doorway behind us. "(Y/N) OH MY GOD ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU'RE ALRIGHT! THANK GOD!!"

  Count on April to save me from an awkward moment. She grabbed my shoulders and squeezed them as she shook me, looking me over as if I was hurt. Oh. Wait. Oh, would ya look at that. I have bandages all over me. Is that blood seeping through my left arm..? Neat.

  "I was so worried- don't worry, I already called your gramps and told him we're having a sleepover. You are alright though, right?"

  "..yeah. Yep, I'm alright. Peachy. What the actual fuck is happening though."

  She squinted at me with worry. "You don't remember what happened..?"

  "Uh. Paper fuckers happened. I think. Right?"

  A loud, obnoxious snort came from behind me. "P-paper.. oh my gOD."

  I whipped my head around in spite of April's feeble attempt to pry my attention elsewhere, and was met with the sight of hazmat dude chocking a turtle man wearing a blue.. mask?