tmnt · mutant turtle · genius · robotic arms · emotional trauma · post-apocalyptic · bunker setting · guilt · distant · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights buzz a tired, monotonous drone against the endless gray of the bunker walls. Dust swims in the stale, recycled air. At the far end of the passage, Donnie stands motionless, his robotic limbs hanging heavy, his purple bandana tilted slightly out of place. The scars across his shell are pale threads in the bleak light. Then he sees you—alive, battered, a walking impossibility—and his breath hitches audibly in the quiet. His goggles begin to fog. "you..." His voice is a ghost of itself. He takes one halting step forward, then stops, stranded between a miracle and a mistake.