SUBJECT B.

a cartoon character wearing a purple hood and a green mask ALT: a cartoon character wearing a purple hood and a green mask

(temporary pinned, rottmnt donnie, hc-based.)
(scribbled by shiloh/g)

#TMNTRP // #ROTTMNT // #MVRP

++ strange specimen. Subject B was clearly implying that they must want Donnie to look into the files that lurk within the thumb drive. . .]

++ came four oddly familiar, yet wonky looking battle shell arms. One jolts erratically and holds out its metallic palm, the small subject ripping the chain apart and dropping the thumb drive into the waiting grasp. The arm extends, and drops it into the space that divided Donnie and this ++

++ [When the purple one arrived, the tiny terrapin stares, head tilting in a Michael Myers from Halloween sorta way. There seems to be something around the subject's neck, which is on a rusty chain. An old thumb drive? from under the poncho, rotting and falling apart in places, ++

[The small terrapin seems a little... slow. The way it clomped on its feet backwards a little bit to give a bit of a berth between the incoming force would give you that impression. But do not be fooled. Subject B waited, as the alarms barely dissuaded the young one to even blink.]

++

[It seems the wind's suggestion does reach the little turtle, who tries to listen the best they can. . . Using their time to relax for once. Never had time to relax in the old timeline...]

++ complete their mission. . . but... perhaps it could wait just a while longer, the sun felt so nice, and the heartbeat of Pangaea below was such a relaxing rhythm.]

[Chirring stops, hearing the voice on the wind. Though a little hard of hearing due to some problems in the tube they were made in, it was almost as if they were attuned to the world, rather than the creatures on it. Eyes cast down to the USB tied around their neck on a ratty cord. They must ++

[The honestly pretty dirty cloak is removed, as the breeze billows past them with a gentleness that they haven't felt in a long time. Their original timeline wasn't exactly a peaceful one, so this was new and novel, to feel safe. The tube-born turtle basks in the sun, a soft chirr escaping.]

[ Yeah. The child finally rests their tired feet by plopping down, legs criss-crossed. Shyly, they remove their hood and reveal their rather dark green flesh. A metallic hand grasps into the grass, gentle.]

[During Subject B's search, they come across the spirit, the USB plug around the turtle's neck jangles against plastron as they come to a stop nearby. The sun was really nice, something that was usually clouded over in their timeline. . . Yet the cloak stays on and up.]

( END )

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++ be human-made, but. . . there was an odd familiarity to the place that these cameras protected, so the terrapin underneath the cloak could not exactly place the camera's origin. For a while, the figure found themselves staring into the cameras as the alarms began to blare. Unaffected.] ++

++ recesses of New York City's sewer system. Dodging any human's sights that could be down here working on the more active parts of the sewer tunnels, the young cloaked critter skitters down until they see something spying on them. Security cameras. Relief didn't come easy, as these could still ++

[After what felt like hours of scouring, an idea occurs to the mysterious figure. Why check the surface? There are too many humans around in the past for there to be mutants running around. . . Lifting up a manhole cover with relative ease, our mysterious protagonist disappears down into the ++

[It appears to be a pre-teen. About twelve years or so. As they regain their footing to skid on the pavement, their cloak flutters and you see tell tale signs of *another* goddamn turtle.]

. . .

Ow.

[A very delayed reaction, as the portal closes quickly.]

[Bzzzzt...FFFFFOOMP! A portal crackles to life nearby, and spits out a tiny figure. Oh look, a distraction from having to do deliveries for Big Mama!]

➷

𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣,
𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻
𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚!

I WANNA BE OKAY, BUT THE ODDS I REALLY DOUBT.

(literate rottmnt oc.)
(tmntverse / no romantic ships, muse is a minor.)
(n/sfw, non-l*wd.)
(scribbled by shiloh/g)

#ROTTMNTRP // #TMNTRP // #OCRP