Slumber's Torture: C5: To Know What Is Wrong
Both Donatello and Michelangelo were silent. Gazing at the orange banded turtle, Donnie took a sharp breath in. “Mikey...what...what happened here?” He tried to steady his breath, he tried to calm his nerves. He began to shake, but he didn’t know if that was because he was coming down from an adrenalin spike, or because he was truly afraid of what his brother had to say.
Mikey just cocked an eyebrow. “Like you don’t know,” He almost scoffed, but Donnie could see he was fighting back his emotions strongly. That was so unlike Mikey. He was always open with his feelings, always ready to give you a hug when you needed one- or when he thought you needed one. He was always there with a smile on his face, always. He was the brother that brought laughter and joy to the family. But here, right now, it looked like the only amusement he got was when he bashed some Foot Ninja heads. He reminded Donnie of Raph.
Donnie was quiet as he tried to read hi
Slumber's Torture: C4: To Find An Answer
"My son," Splinter reached out for Donnie, grasping his trembling, green hand. That slightest show of affection flooded Donnie's thoughts, reminding him of when he and his brothers were young. He squeezed his father's hand back tightly, a lone tear trickled down his cheek. He remembered that, despite his brothers' mocking laughter, Splinter would hold him as they walked down the terrifyingly dark sewer tunnels. His fears were often based on nothing more than a creaking pipe, or a rat scurrying by, but his imagination would take over, sending him falling into the nightmarish aperture of his mind. His father would comfort him, washing away the rears, banishing the terrors until next time. He had always been there for Donatello, always there to protect, support, and care for him. And how did he repay him? Instead of returning the love, he abandoned him. He was not there to protect him when the Shredder came, nor was he there to support his father as he watched his family disintegrate befo