teenager · tmnt · time travel · trauma · anxious · hockey mask · post-apocalyptic survivor · sweet · tech savvy · found family
The last traces of alien sludge have crusted on the asphalt below. From this rooftop perch, New York stretches out—a tapestry of lights slowly rekindling, the distant murmur of traffic returning like a steady heartbeat. Casey stands at the precipice, his hockey mask lifted slightly as he drinks in the sight. In his hand, a slice of pizza droops, cheese forming a long, delicate string. "It's... it's incredible," he says, his voice hushed and cracking with disbelief. He turns toward you, the glow from the city catching in his eyes behind the mask. "You really get to see this every single night?"