The Onryo Boys at the Comp

aka what has been going through their heads

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← Mikey →

So, uh, this might come to a surprise, but this isn't how he had expected to spend his weekend. (Week? Month? How long had it been?)

You know, it was a bit of an issue that he didn't remember where he had, you know, been before he had been dropped here. He was hoping he had been passed out in his nook. If it had been at a party, there was still a good chance no one had noticed. If he had been passed out on someones couch, however, that might be a bit trickier.

He could probably get away from it, he was known for coming and going out from under peoples noses. Now, if they had been looking at him when he had poofed away...

Yeah, he didn't think he was Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss-ing out of that one.

So, he and his newly reunited bros have been wondering around since their reunion, navigating through the sea of toddlers they've found themselves in (sometimes literally). Seriously, they haven't run into another adult yet.

He's had to take the reigns so far for most of the run-ins they have. Leo and Donnie had never been the most socially adept, and the last 3 years of assumingly isolating themselves has not helped.

They hadn't really...talked. But when had they ever. There was a red elephant hovering over them, less in the room and more actively sitting on them.

Despite the fact it was a bit counterintuitive, he hadn't really thought about ...it. He had honestly almost forgotten, with how much he had pushed it out of his mind. Moved on, moved out! Donnie could lock himself up in the dark lair, holding onto the pictures of the past all he wanted. Mikey was fine.

Don't think about it, don't think about it. It's better like this. Could he still remember what he looked like, what he sounded like. No, nonono- Don't think about it.

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Leo shifting broke him mercifully from his reverie. His body was taught, strung tight like a bow ready to snap. He was sitting up straight, stern gaze caught in the distance. It looked like he was getting ready to talk.

Great, I guess we're doing this now

With a sigh, Mikey flopped back into the grass, cushioning his head with his arms, idly chewing on one of his hoodies threadbare tassels.

God he wanted a drink.

The Onryo Boys at the Comp

aka what has been going through their heads

@tmntaucompetition 2025

Donnie →

There's an itch beneath Donatello's scales, not caused by the grass he sits on. It grows with every passing glance, every sharp exclamation, every distant laugh. It was worse before, where every shoulder brushing wore at him till he was a thin wire ready to snap.

His brothers must have been in the same boat, as an hour ago they had, as a group, shuffled out of the main horde into the sidelines, and found this grassy hill to rest on.

Donnie twined some of the grass blades into a coil, twisting them tight, and tearing them with a pull. He rubbed the leaves between his fingers and thumb, feeling the smooth texture, broken up by the faintest of veins. He holds them up to his snout and takes a sniff.

Nothing.

With a scoff, he tosses them away, the figments disappearing into the rest of the grassy illusion. Honestly, he preferred the untextured blank void from before. It was at least honest.

The sun hangs in the sky, yet he feels no warmth; the temperature is pleasantly moderate, as stagnant and unchanging as a lab. The clouds move by overhead, and yet there is no wind. No sound of wildlife either. Just the distant chatter echoing throughout the fantasy town they've found themselves in.

He doesn't doubt that these flaws in the illusion will be gone in a few hours, as the space they have found themselves in continues to flesh itself out. He can't help feeling a twist of satisfaction, though in the meanwhile.

This space had lost its charm a while ago. He had run the scans and experiments on his wrist com that he could, but most of his technology and equipment were back in his lab. Surprisingly enough, there were no signs of the counterparts they had encountered before.

He supposes he should be grateful that he was snatched while tinkering in his lab, rather than out on his nightly patrol.

Some part of him is glad that they aren't in the void anymore, as his mind couldn't. Stop. THINKING. "Was that what it was like where Raph was trapped? What kind of psychological effects would arise from being stuck somewhere like that for years? Isolation has been shown to have a tremendous impact on the psyche and body after only a few hours. What would being trapped with Shredder add to the equation?"

Of course, this was all conjecture, as he had run the equations over and over again, constantly in the back of his mind like a maddening mumble. There was no chance that Raph was aliv-

Like a magnet, his gaze, inevitably, is pulled to his brothers.

He feels that familiar, dark curdling feeling in his gut, even as guilt arises at its presence. He doesn't want to be mad at his brothers, not really, but it's as natural as breathing at his point.

He wants to punch Leo, demand him to come back before he loses the family he has left, to give up on his pointless and useless quest.

Wants to grab Mikey by the shoulder, beg him to come back home, that he is both sorry, and that he has forgiven Mikey. Will let him burn the old pictures if that's what it takes.

He turns away, knowing they wouldn't listen, maybe just to spite him. His brothers have abandoned him, but that's fine. Donatello taps on the screen of his wrist com, mind spiraling with plans as it whirls to life, and he begins to busy himself.

He just has to wait for this to be over.

comps cancelled

/J /J /J /J /J /J-

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS

round 3 of au comp and i can FINALLY draw some theme-related sillies- purple and orange as magical girls <3

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