Okay, this is my first actual .. writing post ever on here, that I’ve uploaded. I appreciate any feedback.
Synopsis: Reader has died, Donatello is going through emotions of trying to move on.
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In the dimly lit confines of his lab, Donatello sat slumped over his workbench, his three-fingered hands absentmindedly fiddling with a broken gadget. The familiar hum of machinery and the gentle flicker of screens, once a source of comfort and inspiration, now felt hollow and distant. The lab, which had always been a sanctuary, seemed more like a tomb tonight.
Donatello, the brilliant and ever-resourceful Turtle, had always prided himself on his ability to solve any problem, to invent any device, to overcome any obstacle. But now, he faced a challenge no amount of genius could surmount. Y/N was gone. His partner, his confidante, his best friend in the world, had died in an accident that his mind replayed over and over, each time wishing he could find a way to change the past.
He sighed deeply, the weight of grief pressing down on his soft shell. His brothers had tried to comfort him, but how could they understand? Each time they tried, Donnie would retreat further into his work, hoping to find solace in circuits and codes. But even the most intricate inventions couldn’t fill the void you had left.
His gaze fell upon a half-finished project – a small, sleek drone that you had helped him design. You had insisted on painting it a bright colour, a stark contrast to his usual preference for dark, muted tones. He picked it up, the memory of your laughter as they argued over the colour choice bringing a faint, fleeting smile to his lips.
“Y/N, what am I supposed to do without you?” he whispered, his voice cracking. The silence of the lab was his only reply.
Lost in thought, Donatello didn’t notice the soft footsteps approaching. It wasn’t until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he looked up to see Leo standing beside him, concern etched across his face.
“Hey, Donnie,” Leo began gently. “I know it hurts. We all miss her. But isolating yourself like this… it’s not what Y/N would have wanted.”
Donnie’s eyes welled with tears, and he quickly looked away, embarrassed by his vulnerability. “I don’t know how to move on, Leo. She was… everything.”
Leo crouched down, looking Donnie directly in the eyes. “Y/N was a part of our family. She wouldn’t want you to shut down. She’d want you to keep fighting, to keep creating. For her.”
Donnie nodded slowly, knowing his brother was right but struggling to accept it. Leo gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the lab, giving Donatello the space he needed to process his emotions.
Alone again, Donnie took a deep breath and looked around his lab. He saw not just the tools and machines, but the memories and moments he had shared with you. The laughter, the debates, the breakthroughs – they were all here, embedded in every corner of the room.
He stood up, a newfound determination coursing through him. He couldn’t bring you back, but he could honor your memory by continuing their work, by ensuring that your spirit lived on in the projects they had started together.
With a trembling hand, Donatello reached for a screwdriver and began to tinker with the drone. As he worked, he felt a strange sense of peace. He wasn’t alone; your spirit was with him, guiding his hands, inspiring his mind. And for the first time since your passing, he felt a glimmer of hope.
The road ahead would be long and painful, but Donatello knew he could face it. For you. For his brothers. For the family they had built together.
And as the drone began to hum to life, a small, hopeful smile spread across Donnie’s face.












