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Night Eyes (rottmnt au)
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(Thought I’d start posting the neye story here. This means internal dialogue and this whispering. My challenge for you is to decipher the chapter titles and figure out the hidden message. Have fun!)
Frantic breathes are heard under roaring wind. Ruble of a broken city is pushed to the side and a robotic eye scans the ruin.
???: You have to find it, you have to find it, you have to find it, you have to find it- ,,, have to find what? I don’t know just FIND IT
<CRACK>
Startled they scan the horizon. Krang. They get to their feet quickly.
???: SHELLDON.
SHELLDON: Yes, Master Donatello?
He flys along side Donnie as they quickly escape the area.
Don: Save coordinates 42.02’30” N, 71.50’30” W
SHELLDON: Coordinates saved. Running thorough scan of surrounding areas. Aaand downloading data now
Donnie slides down graveled rocks when he hears the ever so familiar sound of mechanics and Krang dogs. He ducks under a crumbled wall. A red light passes over head, and krang dogs growl. He stays silent until they pass. He moves quick and silent as he nears his exit.
He looks in all directions before lifting up a trap door. He slides in with SHELLDON by his side. The hallway stretches on for a while. The walk back to his base is coated in a heavy scent of displeasure.
The hallway opens up to a small room. To his right and left two more tunnels and in front a door. He pushes it open. It’s dark. He flips a switch and purple lights engulf the room. The screens shine and further bring out the shadowy corners.
Donnie plops down in his chair. He sighs and rubs his face.
Don: SHELLDON, start new recording.
=recording now=
Don: ….. Day,,, 1,105. The pursuit of- whatever i was looking for was not a success. No new findings and nothing out of the ordinary. I was cut short by the arrival of Krang scouts. Maybe next time.
Donnie pushes his chair across the room. He picks up a mug as he reaches the sink. The handle is turned and the faucet sprays out drops of water before going dry.
Don: tsk. Out of water. I’ll have to fill the reservoir again. SHELLDON add that to my “important to-do list” please.
SHELLDON: you’ve got it Donnie.
Donnie slides across the room to his computers.
Don: thank you. (To recording) I’ll be digging in the third tunnel tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be able to reach my third point by the next heat cycle. That’s how i can tell the years here. The first three months cool, then it warms up in the middle months. It’s never gone over 125F. In the later months it’s monsoon season, only it’s boiling acid from the sky. I’m just lucky that the earth is coated in a sort of acid resistant, lipid bilayer.
Donnie types into his computer. Reorganizing plots and crossing off areas. He sighs.
Don: No sign of you yet. It’s been 3 years. I’ll find you.
=recording ended=
Don: SHELLDON you may recharge now.
SHELLDON: Alright! Night night Donnie.
Don: Good night.
He looks back over his monitors.
Don: Somethings not right here
He squints at the screens. He knows there’s something missing but what is it?
With growing frustration, he closes the tab.
Beep beep beep
Donnie slides down his desk to another monitor. Using Krang matter he was able to conjure up a tracker around this area. A small group of Krang are passing by in the east. Nothing serious.
It’s getting late and there’s a lot to do tomorrow. Donnie gets up and walks to the door. He turns the lights out on his way into his bedroom. His appetite was gone so there’s no point in trying to find anything. He knows what’s in his own fridge.
Lazily he takes off his prosthetic leg and swings himself into his bed. Pulling his sheets up to his chin. He left his robotic arms on. They are uncomfortable to sleep in but it’s easier to put his leg back on when he actually has hands.
He settles down and stares up at his ceiling.
Don: Good night brothers. Good night April. Wherever you are.
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