Things We Need To Address:

Damn... I really want to see turtles with a reader who loves to give them love and care. Just something easy for the reader but so meaningful for the guys. And also compliments and praise! Maybe showering with kisses? God this would be so beautiful and sweet

rottmnt x gn reader

Raph just melts into you. Do this right before bed and it affects him the most. Will not let you leave without cuddling when you are so affectionate with him.

You fixing his bandana because it was slightly skewed? You’re getting kissed. You patting his cheek affectionately? You’re getting squeezed into a hug. You complimenting him and saying how much you love him? You are not leaving the lair without getting married.

Leo tries to act like he doesn’t like it, but you always notice that he’s grumpy if you don’t give him his daily time for when you make over him.

If you kiss his nose while tapping your fingers across his cheeks and complimenting him, he may be unable to form coherent sentences for the rest of the day.

Donnie thinks the compliments can be a little overwhelming if they’re not about his tech, but he’ll allow you to give some random physical affectionate from time to time. But the affectionate fond look he gets when you do something that means a lot to him is always worth it.

He likes to turn the tables on you to see your face light up. Forget about his reaction, he wants to see what you look like when he massages your hands because they’re sore and he loves you.

With Mikey, it’s almost a competition. Who can prove to the other that they are loved and cared for more?

It’s all fun and games of course, it doesn’t really matter at the end of the day. Even if he does whisper that he won into your hair at night when you sleep over or when he hugs you goodbye.

How do you think the yan turtles would react to the person they like having a crush on someone else?

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Stalking, jealousy, yandere behavior, murder, phone tapping, obstruction of privacy, tampering with messages, dark themes

Words: 1027

Summary: Headcanons of the yandere rottmnt when their love interest has a crush

Tag list: @f1oricide

Michelangelo:

You having this crush puts a crack in his perfect world view of you and him. He’d always thought that because he was obviously the one for you, you’d never stray from his side. Finding out about the person you admire makes him cranky and more clingy, his jealousy growing.

He’s in constant denial of your crush. You’re obviously in love with him, this is just a stupid puppy love that won’t last a week.

Despite hating hearing about it, he’ll be the one who offers to give you advice and such with your crush, constantly talking them down and trying to make you see them in a negative light. He’ll bring up their every fault and make things up to get you to hate them. He just wants you to see how obviously awful they are for you, digging down and trying to get rid of them in your mind.

Hang outs increase tenfold. He’s always wanting you to come over now and spend time with him instead of your friends or your crush. He’ll do everything to win you over, showering you with gifts and compliments. He’ll try to slide in little comments of how good he is with you, hoping to make you love him instead.

He’s much more reluctant to let you leave, always trying to come with reasons for you to stay by his side for as long as possible. He’ll insist on going everywhere with you, following you from the rooftops wherever you go. He’s terrified of your crush or you making a move while he isn’t watching.

If it comes down to it, he’ll visit your crush himself. He’ll threaten them first, but if they don’t back off, he’ll get rid of them. He’s always happy to let you lean on his shoulder while you cry. He can’t wait to comfort you now that they're finally gone.

Donatello:

Absolutely furious at the notion. If he doesn’t kidnap you right off the bat, he’ll immediately start to try and steer you away from them. He’ll dig up dirt and hack their phone to plant evidence of them being awful. 

If he’s able to hack into their messages and such, he’ll send you hurtful messages from their accounts to drive a wedge between the two of you. He’s happy to help comfort you after you receive the ‘hate’ from your crush.

Deletes any apologies or meets ups from your phone and your crushes, making sure neither of you could ever make plans or apologize over text.

Starts talking himself up more when around you, stringing in little spiteful comments towards your crush in every conversation. After he makes you small trinkets or fixes your phone, he’ll be smug and compare himself to your crush.

Starts watching you more intently, not even letting up when you’re at school. He’ll text you more during the day so your mind stays on him.

If the crush persists longer than Donnie can handle, he’ll just kill your crush or kidnap you. Maybe even both if your admiration for them is strong enough. 

He doesn’t trust you around others anymore, wanting to keep you safe by his side and away from any others that might ‘corrupt your mind’.

Raphael:

Is terrified and very angry. 

He’s afraid this possibly dangerous stranger is taking you away from him, his anger towards your crush growing every time their name leaves your mouth or you get the spaced out love look when you think of them. 

Your crush quickly becomes enemy number one in his mind. Everything that goes wrong, Raph blames them. You had a bad day? Crush’s fault. You can’t hang out because of homework? Your crush must’ve distracted you in class when you usually finish it. Everything and anything becomes their wrong-doing.

Raph’s the quickest to jump to killing them, his anger building as the delusion that they caused everything wrong in the world grows. He wants to get rid of them as soon as possible, the idea of them alive and in your life boiling his blood. Raph’s self-appointed job is to protect you, and if you’re off with someone who obviously causes you so much pain, the simple solution is to get rid of them.

Raph babies you for a while after he gets rid of your crush, slowly keeping you at the lair more and more before not letting you leave. You’re safer with him, after all. He can’t risk you falling in love with someone other than himself again.

Leonardo:

Tries to play it cool. Leo doesn’t get angry often, but this alone makes him heated. He feels betrayed by you, that your diverting love is a personal attack to him. He doesn’t care that you weren’t in love with him beforehand, you’re his. 

He’s upset with you for choosing someone over him. He thought you loved him, even if it wasn’t as much as he loved you.

He becomes a lot more clingy with you, holding you close and trying to spend as much time with you as possible in hopes you’ll forget your crush.

Deletes them from your phone and constantly blocks them whenever he can. He doesn’t want you talking with them, and guilt trips you whenever you blow him off to hang out with your crush or someone else instead.

He’ll grumble about it for days before deciding what to do. He’s getting rid of your crush no matter what, but how he wants to do it depends entirely on how in love with them you are.

Keeps you close to him and pretends to be interested in your crush, wanting to get as much information on the person who won over your affections.

Kidnaps you as soon as he gets rid of your crush. He won’t even wait to wash the blood off his hands before bringing you home and setting you up in his room. He hates sharing your love, and refuses to wait long enough to let them win over your heart even more. You’ll forgive him one day, he’s sure of it, but as long as he has you in his arms he doesn't care.

"waaahhhhh co-dependency is toxic and unhealthy :(" okay and? i wanna see these motherfuckers ruin each other

Sofia's reference

I made this like a month ago and I forgot to post

But also because it's bad

I will re draw it and try to make my others OC's, I have more 6. Actually 7, but I didn't think about her design nor name yet.

... You know, I think I want to make something.

Leonardo X Reader

「 ✦ 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐱 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✦ 」

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Midnight came as the full moon in the sky glowed radiantly down on the buildings and people of New York. Teens secretly stayed up, scrolling through their phones in the covers of their bed as the bustle of the streets calmed. There were still cars here and there on the streets, supposedly going home. Even at this ungodly hour, there was a silhouette leaping high from building to building, posing mid air. Eventually they settled on the rooftop of an apartment complex, looking down at the streets and vehicles below. The city gleamed with bright lights from car headlights and street lamps.

Leonardo never minded heights. Even at a young age, he loved the thrill of danger, riding his skateboard around the lair, jumping off of high places like counters and chairs. He remembered when he had once climbed the fridge and stood on it, looking down. He had felt like he was on top of the world at that time. Though he eventually had to safely climb down due to his father scolding him he could get hurt up there. His father had forbidden him from climbing on the fridge since then. He totally did it again the next day though.

Leo chuckled at the memory. Good times. Simple times. Times when his older brother wouldn’t make the four of them have to go on patrol around the city every night because he claims, quote on quote, “crime never rests.” I mean, it’s not like anything usually happened during these patrols though. And tonight, Leo was begging the pizza supreme in the sky for at least something interesting to happen on this patrol. As Leonardo continued to watch the city below, still stuck in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the door that allowed the residents of the apartment to the rooftop being opened and a human staring at him from behind.

That human was you. You had been having trouble sleeping, and had decided to take a few pictures of New York’s streets from the rooftop. You hadn’t cared that you were still in pajamas, you didn’t expect anyone else to be on the roof as well. When you had climbed up all the stairs, slightly tired from the many steps, your camera strap around your neck. You had only wanted to take a few pictures of the sky, and some of the city below, but something else caught your attention when you pushed open the door.

There, standing at the edge of the roof was a figure. They had a casual and calm stance, even though they were extremely close to the edge and practically looked down at the city below. They didn’t look human, far from it. But despite that fact, they still looked so mesmerizing.

The moonlight seemed to place a bright spotlight on them, highlighting their bandana tails as they swayed in the wind, their unnatural lime green with a small tail poking out under what looked like a blue-ish shell. A sword strapped onto their shell shimmered gracefully, coating it in a blue shine.

You could tell they were a mutant. Reports of mutants causing havoc in the city was almost a daily occurrence. It was practically the only thing talked about on the news. Tons of conspiracists talked about mutants taking over like some alien invasion. You didn’t listen to too many theories, nor did you really want to. There are also the supposed ‘green heroes’ who had saved many from many of these mutants. That report from your highschool about how they saved the school from a magic rampaging hippo who tried to make the school disappear as a magic trick during the homecoming party was a pretty big shock to you when you heard about it. You were glad you had stayed home that day in favor of practicing your photography skills around the city. Overall, you had a neutral opinion of mutants.

You couldn’t help but grip your camera a little tighter, wanting desperately to take a photo of the scene in front of you. Stars were glittering in your eyes the more you observed the mutant. The way he calmly, yet confidently had one foot at the edge of the roof, showing his bravery, his hands on his hips as he peered down at the streets below. The lighting made their figure look even better, glowing softly with the stars shining above them.

In a daze you slowly and shakily lifted your camera to your face, glancing through the viewfinder as you made sure to get the perfect angle. Holding the camera as straight as you could despite your shaky hands, you snapped the photo. However, once the flash and ‘click!’ noise went off, you flinched when the mutant had whipped his head towards you.

Both you and mutant were caught in a staring contest that felt like it lasted for hours. Neither of you moved a muscle, waiting for the other to do or say something. You got a good look at their face. He wore a blue bandana and had red crescent red stripes over his eyes. Two brighter yellowish stripes were visible on his arms from shoulder to his forearm and on his thighs. He wore bluish fingerless gloves that extended to his elbows, and knee-high toeless footwear. He also wore a blue belt with a strap that went over his shoulder. Attached to his belt was a blue pouch that rested on his side. After what felt like an hour, you nervously waved at the mutant, giving him an anxious smile. 

“Hi..” You quietly spoke, holding your camera against your chest. “Sorry for taking a picture of you.. I-I can delete it if you’d like.” Your voice was small with an anxious undertone to it. The last thing wanted to do was upset the mutant. Mostly because you had no clue what this mutant could do to you. You and them were alone on a rooftop at night with most people asleep. You took a step back, ready to bolt right to the door the moment they posed a threat to you.

The mutant didn’t speak for a couple seconds, his eyes scanning over you. He seemed to take notice of how stiff you were. The mutant turned their body towards you with a smirk, holding his arms in the air in surrender.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. No harm done. I mean, I would want to take a picture of this handsome face.”

You blinked in surprise at how casually the mutant was taking the situation, even making a joke about it. Your posture gradually became less tense once you processed his words, a small smile growing on your face. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the mutant making a box around their face with their hands. You started to feel less nervous, seeing how the mutant genuinely didn’t mind you taking the picture.

“Ah, you're welcome then.” You then held up your camera to eye level. “Would you mind me taking more? Only if you're comfortable with it.”

And from there, you and the mutant spent what felt like hours talking and laughing while you took pictures of him. He did a variety of poses and you took pictures of all of them, laughing. One of the pictures you took was one of him posing mid air as he leapt to the neighboring building. You promised him you wouldn’t upload any of the pictures to social media. You did want to keep them for yourself in the first place. He seemed pretty relieved by your promise.]

Even after you both finished taking the pictures the mutant stayed and started a conversation with you. The two of you sat on the cold floor and talked about random things. You quickly noticed he was the jokester type, making numerous puns and one-liners during your conversation. You giggled and snickered at many of his jokes, and noticed how his face lit up at your positive reactions. You showed him all of the photos you took together, laughing at the silly poses he had made. One of the pictures you had taken was him posing in mid air as he leapt to the neighboring building.

Eventually, you began to yawn frequently, your eyes struggling slightly to stay open. The mutant had caught you multiple times with your eyes half lidded and your head bobbing up and down in an attempt to stay awake. He could tell you were getting tired, and the conversation between you two slowly died down. You and the mutant were left sitting next to each other, staring at the stars. There was a peaceful silence between you two, the only sounds being the muffled vehicles from the streets.

“This was a lot of fun.” You suddenly spoke, making the mutant turn his head to stare at you as you continued looking towards the stars. “I haven’t had this much fun in a while.” You chuckled, turning your head towards the mutant.

“Yeah, me too. Patrols are never like this. Normally it’s ‘make sure no one’s in danger,’ but it’s pretty rare for anything interesting to come up.”

“Well, you never know.” You let out another yawn and used your hand to cover your mouth. “This has been fun, but-” You  grunted as you stood up and stretched as the mutant stared at you curiously from his spot. “-I’m pretty tired, and it’s probably not the best idea to stay up super late on a school night.”

The mutant chuckled, hopping to his feet and mimicking your stretch with a groan. “Yeah, I guess you're right.” He put his arm across from him, and used his other to hold it in place. You smiled at him. This had been a lot of fun. Maybe you could do this again another time? You noticed the mutant place his hands on his hips and he turned over to you. “Well, mi amigo, admittingly this has been better than waiting around for some criminal to try and rob the museum again, or for the foot clan to steal more paper.” The mutant muttered the last part lowly, but it was still audible enough for you to hear. You chuckled and held out your hand.

“No problem-” You paused, looking at him with a confused expression that he tilted his head at. “I don’t think I got your name..” You muttered, slightly embarrassed. You two had spent what felt like a long time with each other and you didn’t even ask him his name. The mutant seemed amused at your embarrassment and slight blush creeping up your cheeks from his laugh.

“Don’t sweat it! Name’s Leo. Or as I’m also known as-” He struck a sassy pose with a hand on his hip and the other swept his bandana tails as if they were hair. A smirk was stretched across his face as he slightly narrowed his eyes to sell the look. “-Neon Leon. The one and only face man of the Mad Dogs.”

“Alright then Leon,” you snickered as he grabbed your outstretched hand in a handshake. “I’m Y/n, nice to meet you Leon.” You noticed how Leo’s eyes seemed glued to your hand in deep thought. You watched him stare in curiosity, wondering what he was thinking about. “Penny for your thoughts?” You chuckled, cocking your head to the side a bit. Leo seemed to break out of his trance at your voice and let go of your hand, using it to scratch the back of his neck.

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking about something.”

“I could tell.”

You smiled kindly at him, glancing back at the door that led back down into your apartment complex. Leo noticed this and turned around and walked to the edge of the rooftop, gaining your attention. His arms rested behind his head as he confidently strided towards the edge. He put one foot on the short concrete wall and turned back towards you. He gave you a wink and a salute before he leapt off high into the air and landed on another rooftop. He continued until he was no longer in your sight.

Your eyes searched for him, making sure he was out of sight. You continued gripping your camera, a wide smile unconsciously spreading across your face. You made your way back to your apartment room, smiling the whole way through. The moment you burst into your room, you ran to your computer, leaping into your spinning chair next to your desk, and transferred all the photos you had taken of Leo to your computer and printed all of them. 

You grabbed your small box of red thumbtacks, grabbed all of your printed photos and stuck them on your wooden bulletin board that rested on a wall in your bedroom. Stepping back to admire your work with your hands on your hips, you grinned proudly. Leo had definitely inspired you tonight. Your mind raced with ideas of new photos you could take. You would have to unfortunately leave that to do in the morning.

You placed your camera on your bedside desk, and climbed into bed, throwing the covers over yourself as you snuggled your head into your pillow. A smile continued to grace your face as you closed your eyes, falling asleep a few minutes later. You hoped you would see Leo again one day.

Horrortober Day 20 - Captive(Yandere Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: This was supposed to be the final fic, but I didn't have one for today and this is my attempt to not delete my account or brain out of stress lmao. Me and @astral--horrorshow both had similar ideas, but they're completely independent of each other. We were both talking about them on discord then realized how similar they were, but neither was taken from the other👍. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Kidnapping, blindfold, needles, dehumanization, collaring, restraints, cage

Words: 2464

Summary: Draxum is working on eradicating the human race, but what happens when his son wants to keep one for himself?

The sounds of metal and cries pierce my ears, the blindfold and binds keep me hogtied and blind, not letting me do much else other than listen to sobs around me. My ears twitch at the sound of low footfalls, the clopping similar to that of a deer or horse nearing. I grimace, knowing the Baron was back. The quiet flapping of his gargoyles could barely be heard over the sobbing from the cage next to mine. I try not to let out a scream of my own at the loud bang of hoof against metal, and a skull against concrete. The sobs quiet, and the air goes still. I slowly let out the breath I was holding, my nerves firing off warning bells as I resist the urge to flail around and cry. It wouldn’t do any good either way. Those who fight back fall first.

Another pair of steps joins the Barons while he makes his rounds. I can sense how everyone else stills, all us captives going completely silent to try and hone in on the new visitor. I couldn’t tell how many of us there were. Anywhere from five to a hundred, I wouldn’t know the difference. I rub my face against the rough floor, hoping to loosen the blindfold so I could finally look at my prison. While there were many of us here, people came in and out every day, taking someone away or adding another to the lot. I could always tell when someone was taken. Their screams reverberated around the walls of our keep, cries and pleads not reaching the ears of whoever took them. I assumed it was the Baron, although I was not sure. It’s not like I could see the act either way.

“Take your pick, my son. It’s time you truly learn my work.”

I grimace at the Baron’s low voice, shrinking back into my cage as much as I can while bound. Of course he has a son. Of course he’s going to be just as rotten as his father, doing who knows what with the poor souls who get picked. My stomach rumbles and I chew on my bottom lip, grinding down on the flesh with my teeth. The blood soaking out may be gritty and limited, but it was better than nothing. I just prayed I wouldn’t puke.

The quiet scraping of free feet across the ground alerts me to the younger captors movements, my face moving towards the sound subconsciously so I could hear it better. A beat passes with no more movement, and I tense. Someone had been chosen. Or, hopefully, he would decide this was immoral and demand our freedom. I chuckle quietly to myself. Yeah right, like that would ever happen. A sharp sound in front of me catches my attention and I turn towards my cage, my face furrowing in concentration. 

“That one looks interesting.” An unfamiliar voice muses. His voice is sharp, unwavering, and oddly smooth. It alone was enough to make my blood run cold, but what really terrified me was how much closer it sounded than I expected. I could’ve sworn both of them were in the center of the room, but it sounded as if the voice was right in front of my cage. I shrink in on myself, tucking my chin to my collarbone and sitting on my ankles. Two sharp taps sound on the metal bars of my enclosure, a light chuckle sounding from the boy's chest. It wasn’t a friendly chuckle, nor a comforting one. I try to keep my breathing steady, refusing to cry and refusing to beg. I wanted to go down with dignity. I would refuse to bow to these monsters.

“If that’s the one you want to start on, then so it shall be.” The Baron’s deep rumble sounds, a sharp clap bouncing through the room. The sound of flapping fills the room, heading towards my cage and closing in fast. I sit back, trying my best to not shake. I couldn’t even tell if I was.

“Wait.” The younger voice sounds. He taps my cage a couple more times before I feel a scaly hand brush across my neck, taking hold of my collar and yanking me forwards. I yelp, losing my balance at the tug and falling onto my face before him. I struggle to move back to my kneeling position, the ropes keeping me bound threatening to pull my arm out of its socket if I keep trying. I lay down, defeated. I couldn’t get up. A deep heat settles in my cheeks from the shame of being at his mercy, and I can almost hear the smile in his voice at his next words. “I have a different idea for them.”

“Oh?” The Baron asks, his footsteps nearing as well. I try to pull back from the grasp the younger captor had on me, but his grip just shifts from my collar to my chin. “What are you planning then?”

“I want to keep this one. For my own personal studies. I can experiment on that one,” There’s a brief swish of the air when his hand undoubtedly moves to point at another poor soul in the vicinity. “But this one… I want to keep them.”

I hear a sharp breath from the Baron, his tone turning sour. “Donatello,” ah, so that was his name. I try and tug back again to no avail, my eyes widening under the blindfold as I realize he only has three fingers. “You cannot keep a human. They’re pigs. The rot of the world. You must understand that.”

I’m tempted to bite the fingers holding my face when I hear this, indignant anger bubbling in my chest. We weren’t the ones kidnapping people and caging them to experiment on. Sure, there’s a few bad apples in every batch, but you can’t doom the whole of humanity for a small handful’s doing.

The younger voice huffs, his thumb caressing my cheek. It was getting harder to hold back, every instinct screaming at me to pull back and run. “Still, why that may be, I think it would be interesting. Test their limits, experiment in different ways.” I can almost hear the sick smile in his voice. “Plus, it’s always nice to have company.”

“Do you even understand what goes into keeping a human? They’re very needy creatures. Not to mention clingy and violent. You’ll be responsible for its upkeep.” I feel sick the way they're talking about me, the hands of the scaled one still having yet to leave my face. He lifts my chin more and forces me to face him, my body screaming in protest from the position he was contouring me in.

“I do.”

The Baron sighs in defeat at his son’s words. I hear him take a step back, his voice steady as he walks away and starts to audibly mess with another cage. “Then I’ll allow it.”

I hear the screams of what sounds like a small child and my heart breaks, knowing slightly of his fate. While part of me was glad I had escaped it, I still yearned to switch places. Hearing someone so young scream in such ways was unbefitting. It wasn’t right. I feel the hand of the younger captor slip off my face, my own cage opening with a loud squeak. Strong hands hoist me up, fiddling with the ropes around my ankles and wrists. My two halves separate, my ankles freed from my wrists, but still stuck together as were my wrists to each other. I get slung over his shoulder, his muscle mass and metal backpack digging painfully into the soft of my stomach.

I consider trying to fight back, to even finally scream and curse them out, but I don’t. Every step he took sent his shoulder straight into my gut, and I knew it would be useless to try and resist. He seemed solid, and his shoulders reminded me of jagged rocks as they push against my torso. I try to shift myself into a more comfortable position, my body rocking hazardously in his grip. For one awful, awful moment, I’m certain he’s about to drop me, but his hands regain their steadiness as he tightens his grip to a painful degree.

“Move again and I’ll send you off to be experimented on instead.” He hisses, his voice as sharp as always. I settle down more, trying to ignore the painful lab of his arm.

He continues to walk for a while, his steps firm and sure. I wasn’t sure where we were going, nor what my true purpose was. This was out of the blue and completely unexpected, especially from someone who was supposed to be experimenting on me. I hear a door open and let out a small cry as I’m thrown atop a plush bed. I sit up, shaking my head to try and chase the disorientation away. A hand grabs my chin and holds me still, pulling the blindfold off of my eyes. I quickly close my eyes, shrinking back with a pained hiss. I’ve had the blindfold on since I was first kidnapped, covering my eyes and blocking my senses for weeks. I slowly open them, trying to get them to adjust to the new lighting. Once they can open, I glance around, taking in my surroundings as fast as I can.

It was a large room, one larger than I was expecting. There were different mechanical parts and machines strewn across the room, as well as a desk piled high with similar junk. I look in front of me, finally fully seeing my captor. He was only a couple inches taller than me, but his foreboding stature made him intimidating nonetheless. I scan him for a moment, my eyes taking in his green scaly skin and the metal shell upon his back. I lean backwards, wary of his domineering nature. He seemed to command respect, as if it was owed rather than earned. I felt no desire to give it to him.

“Why am I here?” I ask rudely, my tone clipped and eyes narrowed. The turtle doesn’t seem phased by my attitude, if anything, he was delighted.

“I’d suggest you’d hold your tongue. As lovely as your voice is, I do admit I have a short temper.” He walks across the room and picks up a small case, like he had been preparing for this for a while. “And I’m sure you would rather your tongue stay inside your mouth.”

I shift uncomfortably at his words, trying to decide what to do. I watch him carefully as he takes the case and opens it, four needles showing. My eyes widen at the sight as I back up on the bed.

He takes out the first needle and grabs a small vial from a miniature fridge next to him, getting the shot ready. “If you have any allergies, speak up now.”

I barely register his words, my eyes focused solely on the large needle in his hand. “What is that?”

“A couple of vaccines and boosters. It’s come to my attention that most of you have not had proper shots nor care, and while the others don’t matter, you do since you’ll be living here now.” He stalks forward with the syringe in hand as if he did this every tuesday, not a care nor concern on his face. I try to lean back, but he grabs me firmly by the elbow, not allowing me to move away. “I’d suggest you stay still and relax.”

I turn away from him, my heart thundering in my ears. I feel him inject the first into my arm, the sharp sting making me want to jerk away. It feels like hours, but he eventually lets go of my arm and backs away, disposing of the needles and setting the syringes back in their case.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” He starts, turning back to me. “It’s time we get started.”

“Who are you?” I interrupt, my mind hazy from the adrenaline coursing through after the shots he administered. He frowns at my interruption, his face pulled tight.

“I don’t like being interrupted. But, as you’re a human with no manners, I guess I can’t fully fault you. You haven’t learned the rules yet.” The turtle clears his throat, bowing with a dramatic flair. “I am Donatello, your new owner and savior. You, however, may refer to me as ‘Sir’ or ‘My Savior’.”

My nose scrunches up at his introduction, a chill running down my spine. My arm was sore, and my head was blaring warning bells left and right. This guy was seriously messed in the head. Well, of course he was. I was part of a group of humans he and his dad had kidnapped to experiment on.

“So, pet-”

“Not my name.” I interrupt, partly without meaning to but not fully regretting it. I refused to be called ‘pet’.

“Did humans never learn it was rude to interrupt or speak back to their superiors? Or is this just a you thing?” He hisses, clearly displeased. I shrug. My non-answer seems to anger the terrapin even more, his fists clenching at his sides. “As I stated before, I saved you. If it weren’t for me, you’d be cut open on a table with your guts spilled out. And while I would gladly return you to that fate, I felt it would be a waste to use someone like you in that manner-”

“Someone like me?” I interrupt again, tilting my head in confusion.

“Would you cut that out!?” He hisses, his face turning dark in anger. I shrink back, pursing my lips. I didn’t really want to anger him. I didn’t trust him. He continues to glare at me as he straightens his back. “As I was saying, you have something about you that I felt needed to be preserved. Therefore, here you are now. Serving as my pet rather than an experiment. And mind you, I’ll call you whatever I please.”

I glare at him, trying to pop his head open with my mind. Unfortunately, no such thing happened, and he continued to drone on.

“So, pet, I have something for you.”

He turns around and grabs something off his desk. I recognize it immediately, the bright collar jingling the bell as he moves closer. I try to lean back but he quickly hooks the offending item around my neck, his eyes and markings glowing for a moment as he holds the two pieces together. I rub at it with my chin, scowling. “There you are pet. Now you’ll never forget your place.”

It takes everything in me not to spit on him.

The best quality a fictional man can have is being deeply, pathetically, wretchedly in love with someone, I think

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