Leo sifts through the rubble, searching for survivors, lost medical supplies, and weapons he can salvage. What little is left of the supplies they were running have all been crushed, now useless.
"ughhhhhhhhh......."
Leo looks up, hearing his brother's voice, muffled and strained, pained. "Donnie?"
"Leo..."
He follows the sound, running over and finding him trapped under rubble, pulling the rocks off of him and almost jumping back. Half of Donnie's entire body is covered in Kraang, slowly creeping over him. Donnie looks up at him, his eyes pleading as tears run down his face.
"Leo. Leo please, you've gotta-" he hisses in pain, trying to get up. "You've gotta stop it from taking over- Please- I know too much-"
Leo's eyes go wide, tears pricking at his eyes. "No. No no no- Donnie I can't-"
"Please." Donnie practically begs, his eyes wide with fear.
...Leo lifts his sword, then almost lowers it again, his hands shaking as he chokes back a sob.
"LEO." Donnie pleads.
He shuts his eyes tight, sobbing and lifting his sword again, bringing it down.
Warm, sticky liquid splashes against his plastron and he falls to his knees, sobbing harder.
Blood. Everywhere. All over him. All over his hands, all over his plastron, everywhere. He can't get it off, no matter how he tries.
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This is the official page for Cupid's Beretta 92, an original comic made by @alexcant578.
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This comic does deal with possibly triggering content, such as: Guns, knives, violence, and suggestive content.
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It looked down at its hand, frowning. Or, he would be frowning, if he had a mouth anymore.
Everything hurts.
Constantly.
The Old Donnie gave him some sort of charm to help, but it only lessened it just slightly.
It knows that it is incomplete. Slapped together like a shoddy children’s art project.
He just wishes that it did not have to come with so much pain.
His bones ache, its muscles always burning. He tries not to even think about his melted, mutilated face. It hurts more when it thinks about it.
So, Abel gets up, and walks down to the lair, the area of the New York sewers where Mikey and his siblings live. He likes Mikey. He also likes Raph. Leo and Donnie seem to both be scared of him.
But it needs their help for what hes specifically trying to do, so hopefully they will agree to help.
He walks into the lair, having to duck a lil bit in certain doors, but not much. All the openings are a good size for him because Raph is so large, and apparently going to keep getting bigger.
Abel knocks on Donnie’s lab door, the purple metal sliding open as a very tired looking Don looks up at him, wrapped in a fluffy bath robe. His eyes widen and he fixes his round glasses.
“...Hello.”
Abel waves, then, like Mikey taught him, signs, ‘Can I come in?’
“..Sure.” Donnie lets him in, pulling his robe a little tighter around himself. He is scared to be around Abel. It does not blame him for this, he is a scary person. “What do you need?”
‘I want you to fix me.’
Donnie blinks, confused. “Fix you..?”
‘Everything hurts. I cant eat, or speak.. Im incomplete.’ Abel signs, sitting down on the floor. ‘I want you to finish me.’
Donnie looks at him for a long while, and then nods in understanding. “Okay. You get that this is gonna be a lot of work, and probably hurt?”
It nods.
“And something might. Happen.”
It nods again. ‘It cant hurt worse than it already does.’
He sighs, running a hand over his face. “...Okay, lets get to work.”
The next week was awful.
Abel spent most of the time under some very heavy magical drugs, drifting in and out of conciousness to sluggish, dull burning to excruciating, searing pain, then back down into dull, throbbing nothingness. Most of the time, he spent having vivid nightmares, soothed only by Donnie’s surprisingly reassuring voice.
Eventually, he opens his eyes and sees bright lights, and Leo and Donnie standing above him, brows creased in concern.
“...Abel…? You good, buddy?”
Abel manages to nod, then, mustering all his strength, sits up.
And then he nearly starts sobbing.
It doesn’t hurt anymore.
He hugs himself, tears slipping down his face. Leo puts out a tentative hand and pats him on the shoulder, concern in his eyes.
“You okay buddy?”
He signs, with shaking hands, ‘It feels so good not to hurt,’ and Leo looks visibly relieved, relaxing.
“Okay big man. We gotta run some tests, okay?”
Abel feels his blood run cold. He hates tests.
“Just a few.” Leo quickly reassures. “Just some stuff to make sure your new body is working right.”
Abel nods, Leo smiling and holding up a lil light. Not too bright. “Follow the light with just your eyes, not your head.” He does so, and Leo nods. “Good job! Now reflexes,” he taps Abel’s leg and it very nearly kicks him across the room. Leo manages to dodge. “OH SHIT- Well. At least we know theyre working.” He laughs. “Everything seem to be working. You can hear and smell well? Everythings okay?”
He nods.
“Fantastic.” Donnie hands him two crutches, fastening them around his arms and pulling him to his feet. He quickly balances himself, Donnie helping him to get the hang of walking around. “Youll have to use these for a bit, okay?”
He nods, standing up as straight as he can.
“Wanna go see Theo?” He nods again, and Donnie smiles a lil, texting someone on his phone. “Alright. But first,” He pulls him over to a mirror, and, for the first time in. ever, really, Abel looks at himself in the mirror.
And he starts crying again.
Looking back at it is. Him.
He, pretty much unsurprisingly, looks like Theo. Just taller, with redder eyes, and shaggier hair (somehow.) He’s wearing a simple black shirt and sweatpants, with some bandages still wrapping his limbs. He still has a few of his scars, a few stitches, but it kinda likes the way it looks.
“Not bad, huh?” Leo grins.
Theo sighs for the umpteenth time, still walking with Mikey, her hand over his eyes. “Whhhy are your hands over my eyes.”
“Becauuuuse theres a surprise waiting for you!”
He sighs again. He is not fond of surprises.
Eventually, they stop walking, (in front of Donnie’s lab, he can tell based on the smell,) and Mikey giggles. Theo can hear three other heartbeats.
“Okay okay okay okay. Now you can look.”
Mikey removes their hand and Theo finally opens his eyes, and then, almost involuntarily, gasps.
Standing in front of him are Leo, Donnie, and Abel. Except that Abel looks entirely different from before. He has hair, for one thing, long and black and fluffy just like his. And he’s slightly shorter, but he looks even smaller bent over his silver and pink crutches. He also has a mouth again, the melted and mutilated skin now removed.
Abel gives him the most adorable smile hes ever seen, then, opening his mouth, he rasps out.
“Hi Theo.”
Theo chokes out a sob, immediately pulling his little brother into a hug.
[Its night time now, and the crew sits on the dock of the ship, lanterns lighting up the scene in golden light. Some of them watch the waters warily, but others are talking amiably, drinking and singing. The moon shines brightly in the sky, a perfect half circle surrounded by millions of sparkling stars, like glitter spilled across a great black tablecloth. The captain sits on a crate, talking with his first mate happily. He wears a long red coat, and has long flowing hair tied back, and braided intricately. His beard is the same, both dark grey and struck through with silver.]
Scy laughs a little, stumbling as Chizu pulls her into a room, her eyes closed and covered by one of Chizu’s paws.
“So what’s this big surprise youve got planned?” Scy asks, not even feeling Shirogane’s chain unloop from her waist.
“Just keep your eyes closed, catnip.” Chizu hums, pulling her further into the room.
“Okay….?” She giggles, brushing off Bishop’s usual yelling and tugging and such. It’s always so much easier to ignore him when shes with her Moonshine.
“Okay, open your eyes now.”
Chizu’s paw moves away from her eyes and Scylla peeks open, blinking in confusion when she sees that shes in her mother’s office, said mother standing across a line of salt with a book in her hands.
“Hiiii honey….” She smiles a little, holding up the book. “Look, I promise this is for your own good.”
“...Mom?” She backs up a little, looking around. Theo, Crollo, and Jennika are in the room as well, outside the salt circle that surrounds her. “Whaaats going on?”
“Just. Stay still for me, okay? And everything’s gonna turn out fine.” She says softly, mumbling a soft incantation in Ancient Yokaiian Japanese.
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Donnie bursts into Leo's room, panic welling up in his chest as he starts to explain that, "Leo, No that's not what I meant when I said that I swear," When he stops dead in his tracks.
Sochai is sitting on Leo's bed.
Sochai.
on Leo's bed.
Bright blue feathers are strewn about on the floor, Sochai's eyes wide in shock as he stares at Donnie and Donnie stares back.
A thought comes to mind, barely forming in Donnie's head, 'He's hurting himself-' Before Sochai sprints to Leo's closet, scrambling inside and locking the door. Donnie runs to the door, trying to tug it open so he can stop Sochai from hurting himself further out of sheer panic, the thought to be angry not even coming to mind yet before-
"It was good!! We had a big feast, we gave each other presents, it was really nice. Of course, we dont celebrate Christmas that much in contrast to the Okami festivals, which is a ten day celebration starting on the last day of the last month of the year celebrating togetherness, harvest, and winter! They're named for the great dragon spirit of snow and winter."
gaSPPP TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE OKAMI :DD
Well, buckle up, kiddo, because this is a bit of a story.
Thousands of years ago, there were three draconic spirits, Mēru, Bane, and Aki. They each oversaw the three seasons, Summer, Spring, and Autumn. Mēru had bright, bright blue scales, and brought with him the smell of the sea and of fresh grass. Bane had scales the color of freshly grown grass, of the color of a leaf being illuminated by sunlight, his long pink mane blooming with every flower in Japan, bringing the smell of sakura wherever he went. Aki's scales were a brilliant mixture of red, orange, and yellow, warm as fire and smelling of spices.
The three dragons lived in harmony for years, until one day Aki became greedy. He wanted more time of the year, and started to encroach on Bane's territory.
As Aki began to take over Bane's months, there was no time for anything to grow, no time to plant any crops, and the people started to starve. They prayed and pleaded with the gods for some way to save them, and the gods heard the cries of their people. They created a fourth dragon, fierce and powerful, to protect Bane from Aki. The dragon had scales of stark white and prismatic blue, shimmering in the light. He had a mane of white fur, and while he was the smallest of his siblings, he was certainly the fiercest in battle. He drove Aki off of Bane's land, and the portions of the year were once again split evenly, this time into fourths.
The dragon was named Okami, which, in the yokai dialect, means Winter.
Since then, we have had a ten day feast to celebrate Okami for saving us, and for giving us a season to rest, to eat the spoils of our labor with our families.
