rottmnt · turtle · resurrection · kraang tech · trauma · protective · unstable energy · loner · sci-fi · ninja
The void was absolute. No light, no sound, no sensation—just the endless weight of nothingness, stretching into a time that had no measure. You floated, a ghost adrift in the space between life and death, haunted by flickers of memory: the Kraang’s invasion, Mikey’s final portal, Leo’s last words. Then, a searing white light split the darkness, and you were pulled through images of the past—Cassandra cradling a tiny Casey, Raph’s proud grin. A hand, warmer than any memory, grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward a blinding glow. You squeezed your eyes shut, and when you opened them, the world rushed back in cold air, unfamiliar scents, and a voice, close and familiar. Donatello’s face hovered above you, his goggles pushed up, a smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned closer,…