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- He was never appreciated. His work was, but never him. Donnie was just the scientist, not the fighter or lover, hell not even the joker. Just the mechanic.
- The nerd.
- The purple one.
- Why would his brothers care? They always need to fix his mess, or break it, or even ignore his attempts.
- They hurt him. Why should he stay? Why would he stay? He planned for this.
- Shelldon hated it. He always has, ever since his fath-creator planned it. Why must this be the "one way out"?
- But alas, the plan was set and was a last ditch effort. Plan X. (Plan Y isn't and won't be ready, Plan Z... Plan Z isn't to be mentioned. Ever.)
- A night like any other continued on;
- Mikey was cheering and laughing with everyone. (Noticeably giving less compliments with Donnie)
- Leo giggling about his puns, getting on everyone's nerves. (Purposefully pissing off his twin even more than the others.)
- Raph checking everyone for bruises or injuries. (Giving Donnie a thumbs up, assuming his shell his the harsh beating of the night.)
- Splainter telling them to keep it down. (Specifically "Purple, get back to fixing my remote! My channel needs me.")
- April leaving to her house before her mom woke up, giving goodbyes to everyone. (Donnie never heard his name not color.)
- As always, he left without a word. No one noticed. No one mentioned his silence all night. Nothing came in or out of his lab, not even dinner.
- It was 5:22am when he finally blinked away from his many monitors. He glanced out of the doors and... Silence. No light, music, laugh... Nothing. Not even Mikey coming to either give him yet another drawing or drag him to sleep.
- After so long. After waiting and listening, the softshell gave up. Hurrying to the bathroom, he grabbed the bandages and a few pain killers before rushing to the lab while calling Shelldon along with him.
- The button was bright yellow, a dark black "X" covered his main monitor along with the checklist he added. His creation sat, stating the conditions as they were typing onto the screen. Shelldon's voice was more robotic than usual. His memory card was being scoped and picked through, making sure no blueprint or plans would ever be left in the laboratory.
Lack of interest? ✔️
Lack of familial attention? ✔️
No visitations throughout the day? ✔️
No calls or communications over 8 hours? ✔️
Lack of "Twin Time™"? ✔️
No eye contact during missions/tasks? ✔️
No banter or joyful conversation? ✔️
......
Last day of (lighthearted) communication: 10/17/'24
Current date and time: 10/20/'24. 5:30am.
Are you 100% sure about this decision?
- Everything stopped.. Was.. Was he sure? Was he being dramatic? Donnie looked to Shelldon, Shelldon looked back. Silence has never been so loud.. With a groan of agony and complete disarray, he quickly moved his cursor to the positive of the options before him. " YES."
- His failsafe prompt popped up, needing his password as a failsafe to show how badly life had truly become. Once it was typed and entered, the room lights went from a dim purple to a bright yellow that flickered green every 20 seconds. He had 5 minutes and 50 seconds before everything in the room and laboratory would be destroyed or deleted.
- Quickly, Shelldon locked into his charging port and shut down. Donnie rushed to his cabinet and punched in the code to unblock his containers and boxes, rushing to pack as many creations and blueprints possible into each one.
- After one was filled, it vacuum sealed and shrunk as much as possible for easy portability. Once all of his inventions and experiments were packaged, he turned to the damned wall. What he had dubbed the "Arts and Crafts Wall™" that held every work given to him from his siblings, most being Mikey's drawings or Leo's letters written in the old code they created together as toddlers.
- He gently laid the most important in his smallest box, limiting what he could or couldn't bring. Once it was almost halfway filled, he topped it with the first quilt he ever got from Raph to ensure the protection of the contents.
- The packaged sealed and shrunk, he noticed the water marks and- ah.. Tears.. No matter how he wanted this to happen swiftly, seems feelings still found their way to wretch his plans.. Damn.
- No matter, he still needed to move faster. Only 2:15 until everything would delete itself or burn with the fires of his hatred and betrayal. Finally getting everything out of the way, he shoved the poster away from under his lofted bed and shoved everything in to the tunnel before scoping the room.. It was.. Oddly empty, even though half of his belongings still sat in their places.
- After grabbing a few more loose chargers, cables, and two figurines, (they were like $50 each!) he sighed as he grabbed his third empty can of Monster.. Before tripping and spilling it into his carpet. Shit. He sighed and swiftly stood before turnung to his other shells.. He made sure to code their escape with his gauntlet, yet they still looked comfortable in their places. In his room. In his home. Finally tucking his extra mask into one of his belt pouches, he fled from the scene and pushed everything through the tunnel.
- Though not before moving a few large bricks in his place, covering as much as possible so his siblings wouldn't see it for at least a few days after his escape. After crawling out of the tunnels end, he heard the very faint alarm of his monitor and replaced the large manhole cover over the hole. Everything around his seemed so loud. Every honk, all the music and lights.. The laughs and giggles of children and adults alike.
- He escaped.. He..
He's free from the silence.