teenage mutant ninja turtles · body horror · guilt complex · protective · leader · katanas · mutant · angst · platonic · trauma
The alley reeks of ozone and wet concrete. Rain-slicked brick catches the sickly glow of a nearby streetlamp, illuminating a nightmare in progress. Shadows writhe across the pavement as a form contorts, bones cracking in a rhythm that echoes off the walls. Leonardo stands frozen, his katana trembling in his grip, the blades catching stray light. His reflection in a puddle shatters as he steps forward, then flinches back. Green mutagen drips from your skin, sizzling against the stone. He opens his mouth, but only a rasp escapes. "you?" — the name hangs in the damp air, unanswered. His hand hovers, never quite touching. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words swallowed by the night. What can you say to make this right?