SAINW Origins: C7: His Downfall Donnie sighed, shaking his head. Time seemed to be an illusion anymore, but if took a stab at it, he would have said it had been a week or two since he had kicked Mikey out of his room. In that time, everything had escalated, all emotions put on high adrenalin. Of course, adrenalin was the only thing keeping him alive right now he presumed. He knew that if he didn’t keep himself on this false high, if he didn’t keep himself wound up tight and dwelling on everything, he would come crashing down. He knew he struggled with depression, he was fully aware of that, and that was why he had to keep himself up. It didn’t even matter if he hurt anybody, as long as he felt in control of himself. Or...at least kept himself up while the monster gained control.
Everyone knew something was wrong, there was no use skirting around it anymore. The tension between him and his family was growing, especially between him and Mas
SAINW Origins: C6: The Monster's Bidding Donatello sat as he always did, knees on the ground, and his hands on his knees. It was supposed to be a sign of respect, ready to bow as his sensei spoke. The position reminded him of what a slave did, or a princess. To be frank, he was neither, but at the moment he had to bide his time. Which meant he had to pretend long enough for everyone to buy his ploy. “Master-” He spoke, not even daring to lift his eyes up to Splinter.
“Donatello,” The voice that spoke to him was neither caring nor brutal. It was as if it were neutral, as if the speaker were choosing his words very carefully. He was fighting his emotions, as if he did not know whether to be disappointed, angry, loving, or whatever. It was quite different for Donatello, he knew very well what he was feeling. Hatred, loathing, detest, scorn, condemnation. But under all that, under all what he chose to feel, there was something else.
SAINW Origins: C5: Until His Time Came So much had changed for Donatello since his announcement. He knew it, he felt it, he heard it. He had stayed in his room for a couple days, venturing out only a few times for essentials. Even then, it had been in the middle of the night, when he was sure everyone was asleep. He had known though, that Master Splinter was not. The man he had always considered his father, the man that had raised him, he was always keen on his sons. He always seemed to know, but only approached them when he deemed it necessary. Donatello had known that Splinter was up, but he did not know if he was thankful or grieved that he had not come to him. He knew it had to be difficult, their choices. Every time they reached out to him, he had pulled away, but they did not know what doing nothing did to him. If they didn’t do anything, he felt like they were giving up on him. A part of him, the only part that he knew was still true to hi