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The four turtle brothers had been in the middle of a fight, Leonardo the blue red eared slider was fighting hypno potamus the magician mutant villain. Leo was About to make a portal till he heard the giggling of a child throwing him off causing him to look around and accidentally bump into his younger brother Mikey.

The impact causing them both to fall backwards and land into a pile of construction sand. Getting up from the sand they both went back into combat with the hippo.

After the fight the four brothers retreated back to their lair in the sewers. Climbing down the ladder and talking about how the fight went before Mikey decided to bring up what happened between him and Leo. "Yeah, but what happened back there Leo?" "What do you mean?" Leo replied acting a small bit confused. "Y'know when you bumped into me and we both landed in that pile of sand." Mikey responded acting confused back.

"Oh that... i don't know what happened. I heard something like laughing? It sounded as if a kid was laughing at us but i tried looking around and found nothing! And then i bumped into you." "What do you mean a laughing child? I checked the perimeter of the area we were taking action in and i didn't find anyone else except for a camera, but i didn't pay any mind to it since i don't think it saw me and we weren't even going to be anywhere near that area." Donnie the middle brother said acknowledging the conversation.

"Aside from all of that, what do you mean you heard a kid laughing Leo?" Raph added to conversation "Yea its like they were laughing at us, but there was no kid and it sounded like it came from above me." Leo explained emphasizing the us.

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Later as they all are in their rooms, Donnie is on his computer just searching random stuff on the internet in hopes to cure his boredom (or playing Roblox and making kids cry with voice chat).

Also cover art for chapter one significant other let me post it :)

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The sound of the clock in Pizzelles candy shop echoing while she sits at the counter, waiting for any customers. "Its almost time to close up.." The thought crosses her mind while she continues waiting and, waiting until The Noise walks in. The bells jingling when the door opens and closes behind him. "Hey candy maker." He says, walking to the opposite side of the counter and taking a seat infront of her. The sound of his rough voice almost too loud for Pizzelle. He lights a cigarette and takes one puff. "You know smoking isn't allowed in here Theodore."

She furrows her brows, her voice sounding more annoyed as the cigarette stays lit. "Using the first name now?" He chuckles trying to brush it off, taking another drag of the cigarette. The smell making her nauseous. "Stub it out or i'm kicking you out." The sound of her voice extremely serious. "Chillax your not gonna die." He huffs before stubbing it out on her counter, a small black burn ring stained into it. "Did you come here to annoy me or are you actually going to buy something Theo-" The sound of his fist slamming on the counter cuts her off loudly. "Again, with the FUCKING first name!" He says through clenched teeth. "Its NOISE that's my name! NOISE."

She looks at him, the expression on her face is unimpressed until she sighs. "Look Noise," She makes sure to switch the names before he has another temper tantrum. "you know smoking isn't allowed in here we've already had this conversation multiple times." He takes a deep breath before speaking. "Its whatever." Is all he says before setting his arms on the counter. "So are you going to buy anything or...?" Pizzelle starts again.

"I just came to say hi is all." Noise answers. "Oh okay," She smiles, the corner of her lip quivering when she does. "if you're not gonna buy anything.. THEN GET OUT!" She yells at the top of her lungs, pointing towards the door. Noise giggles "You're so funny when your angry candy maker." Once he says that pizzelle clutches the shotgun she has underneath the counter, Its use mostly being for weird customers she gets. But this time she wasn't having it and couldn't think straight. "You have till the count of three Noise." She holds the shotgun up cocking it to make sure its still loaded.

"C'mon your not actually gonna shoot me with that thing! We all know its fake" He taunts her. "You'll find out if its real or not soon enough.." She aims the muzzle of the firearm, pointblank in the middle of his forehead. "You have till the count of three Theodore," Her finger on the trigger makes Noise a bit nervous but he takes his chances. "Pfft, cmoonnn even if it was real you wouldn't shoot me!" He holds his hands to his chest "I'm Noise after all! Your buddy, right?" His voice falters for a second along with the expression on his face.

"One...two.." Her finger slowly adding pressure. Once she hits three she closes her eyes and a loud bang makes her ears begin to ring. The sound of his body falling to the ground not coming to her. "Oh fuck." She finally THEN realizes what she had done and jumps over the counter. The sight traumatizing her. She looks at his body and half of his head is missing, blood splattering the walls of her shop, his body slightly jerking from muscle spasms. She looks at the body and tears well up in her eyes "Oh Theodore," She grabs the corpse and holds it to her chest, the blood staining her apron. "what have i done?!" She wails, regret filling her mind, sobbing and wailing rocking his body back and forth in her arms for minutes that felt like hours. She looks at the body for one last time before she blacks out.

Pizzelle falls limp across his body.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The sound of the clock in Pizzelles candy shop echoing while she sits at the counter, waiting for any customers. "Its almost time to close up.." The thought crosses her mind while she continues waiting and, waiting until The Noise walks in. The bells jingling when the door opens and closes behind him. "Hey candymaker." He says, walking to the opposite side of the counter and taking a seat infront of her. The sound of his rough voice almost too loud for Pizzelle. He lights a cigarette and takes one puff. "You know smoking isn't allowed in here Theodore."

Tws:mentions of alcohol and reader has abusive parents because lore logic

S/n stands for siblings nam

Y/n says ninja turtles instead of

the full name

G/n reader

Some misspellings and bad grammar

Chapter 1

It was a normal day, well at least for you your routine stayed the same like it had been ever since you were 3. You would get dropped off by your aunt from preschool, than your parents would yell and hit you for punching a kid square in the face. What can I say he was being a jerk!

So you would lock yourself in your room and watch your favorite show. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, pretty long title for a 6 year old to read am I right? You always thought you were cool for being able to read earlier than everyone, even if you got bullied and got called a nerd, geek, weirdo and smartass.

So there you were sitting on the dirty stained carpet of your room, sitting in front of you and your older siblings bunk bed. They hadn’t gotten home yet

Since they walked home. You decided to go on your tablet playing games till you eventually bore yourself out. So you grabbed the remote to the small tv on the dresser fill with stained old and wrinkled clothes. Scrolling till you finally found (app to watch rottmnt on) putting on your favorite show.

Making small comments and laughing at the small jokes and remarks. But this specific day it was a little weird. Because every once in while every time you giggled or commented, it was almost like they heard you. The four mutants acting strange. Stranger than they usually were in the tv show. Whatever your sibling had come home anyway. So you turned off the tv opening the door and running to give them a bear hug, causing the both of you to almost lose balance from the impact.

“Hey y/n, it’s nice to see you to.” Your sibling had said a soft smile on their bruised face, Like they always did. “S/n! Do you wanna watch ninja turtles?” You said excitedly practically jumping up and down. “I can’t right now small fry I have to think about what we can eat for dinner, but hey I was able to snag some ham on the way here! So I was thinking maybe a ham sandwich?” They said pulling out the pack of ham that looked like it was stolen from the deli down the street.

It was for sure to be found and eaten by your drunk parents if you don’t hide it behind something like a pack of beers they haven’t opened yet. But we just have to wait and see what happens “Sure! I haven’t had a ham sandwich in like a gazillion years!” You said over exaggerating the gazillion part. “We haven’t had a ham sandwich in a day, don’t be so dramatic.” Your older sibling said rolling their eyes and softly smiling in a teasingly matter.

After the sandwiches were prepared your sibling and you took the plates to your room. Closing the door behind you quietly, as to not wake up your parents that would for sure have a hangover when they got up.

After getting settled in and sitting down on the floor infront of your beds, you and your sibling turn on the tv putting on your favorite show eating your sandwiches laughing and giggling at every stupid joke in the show. Although like earlier the 4 turtles were acting really strange and it seemed like your sibling had noticed. After you finished your sandwiches your sibling turned the tv off and you helped each other with your nightly routines.

“Okay y/n we have to go to sleep.” Your older sibling said in a somewhat stern voice. “Please just one more episode!” You begged them tugging on their pajama shirt. “Okay okay fine one more episode and then we have to go to bed or else mom and dad will get mad at us, okay?” Your sibling had finally gave in after you gave them your most precious puppy eyes. “Yay!” You had cheered quietly as to not be heard by your parents.

After your sibling turned the tv on and put the volume on low, halfway through the episode you fell asleep. The last thing you remember was seeing the tv screen illuminating infront of you and your siblings beds.

Day #1

Vincent sets up a small camera and hits record. "Is this thing on? Oh, goodie. Greetings, this is Vincent speaking, this is day one of my experiment called uh. Marla! this will have updates to an animatronic I'm building for-" Lucie enters the room, sniffling and rubbing at her teary eyes. "Dad? I had a bad dream." She says as she fidgets with her fingers. Vincent stops the recording and walks up to Lucie. "Get back to bed its late and stop calling me dad I'm not your father." He says sternly and closes the door as she leaves.

Day #32

Vincent hits the record button lazily his sleeves rolled up, hands covered in oil and a doll like animatronic sitting in the background. The animatronic lifeless, half its arm missing but it seems almost complete. "This is day 32 of the Marla project, Shes almost complete but i would like to give her features from the preferences of Lucie." He hits the stop recording button and gets back to work, screwing things in and finishing up the dolls arm.

Day #257

The camera begins recording showing the glee on Lucies face as she unwraps the animatronic, a small party hat on the top of her head. "Woah..! Shes so pretty!" Lucie exclaims messing with the yellow ribbon wrapped around the animatronics waist and brushing her fingers though its dark hair. While Vincent sits in the back Boasting to his brothers about the gift. "She seems to not make many friends so i decided to make her one." He says as he takes a sip of his drink. The next moment the animatronic is turned on and moves a bit stiffly but fine enough. "Thanks Vince!" Lucie gets up and hugs him before letting go and beginning to play with her new robotic friend.

Day #403

Lucie is asleep in her pitch black room, till shuffling can be heard. Just then the small glow of the animatronics brown eyes are seen blinking in the distance. "Wake up Lucie, let's go get a snack downstairs." Marla shakes Lucie awake. "Hmm?.. its the middle of the night Mar.." she rubs her sleepy eyes but gets up anyway, wanting to get into some trouble anyway. They walk downstairs together in silence, Lucie occasionally humming as they make their way down until they reach the kitchen. "Mar, can i hold your hand?" Lucie asks in a whisper in which Marla nods grabbing hold of Lucies hand, the action making Lucie flinch since Marla's hand seemed wet and dripping of something. Once they grab their snack Lucie runs upstairs not wanting to be caught until Marla stiffs and powers down.

"Mar..?" She taps on her arm before shrugging. "Oh well, I'll have dad check on you in the morning." She runs up the stairs not wanting to be caught awake before slipping on the same wet substance that was dripping down Marla arm. It all happened so fast, she tumbled down the stairs hitting her head and back multiple times shocking her till she eventually hit the wall hard. She screams in pain and agony crying as she lays there her head bleeding and bruising. "Dad!" She yells out for Vincent multiple times before hearing his door open and his footsteps coming down the stairs. quickly stopping and crouching once he’s by her side he gasps and stares at her in horror and shock before picking her up and dialing emergency services. “I know I know i know.” He tries to soothe her as she wails in agony and pain.

Day #406

The camera is using its last bit of storage left while Lucie speaks to her dad as she lays in the hospital bed her head stitched up and still bruised. Vincent speaks to her softly humming, petting her head, and sneaking her small sweets. His brothers watch him have his moments with Lucie. Everything is fine till Vincent is in the middle of reading her a story she begins to mumble “I feel weird.” Before beginning to seize. Panic fills the room as nurses are called in.

Vincent is sitting in his living room, uneasiness fills his body as he stares at the powered off animatronic in the corner. He stays like that for a bit till he feels his phone vibrating. “Hello?” He answers the call. “Hi yes is this the guardian of Lucie Emerson? Vincent Wills” A female voice on the other side starts. Vincent begins to tremble slightly knowing this one phone call could either be the worse news of his life. Or a call to release his tension from the last couple days. “Yes this is he.” Vincent responds. “I have called to sadly inform you.” The woman on the other line pauses before continuing. “That Lucie passed last night at around 3:08 a.m. due to another seizure.” Vincent’s heart drops.