I'm going to die.

I know it's true. Their hands are on me, everywhere. I don't want them there. They're touching me, restraining me. I didn't ask for this. I just want to be at home, safe, with my family.

The nameless faces smirk at me, their twisted red eyes boring into mine, holding me, placating my body, retarding my struggles. Tears leak from my eyes as a pair of sea green hands wraps around my neck. I don't want to die. I want to be with my father. I want to be with April, and Casey. I want to be with my brothers. Not these... These things. These copies. They look like my real brothers, but they aren't.

I struggle to breathe, my vision darkening. I know my face is turning an ugly shade of purple, like the fake Donatello's mask. Dark emerald green hands fall on my mouth, covering it, muffling my desperate wheezes, my gasps for air.

As my lungs ache with their struggle and start to give out, as my eyes start to close, all I see is three oh so familiar faces, eyes back to the colors of my brothers' eyes, sadness in all of them as I feel a prick in my neck.

My last thought is a realization, that these are my real brothers.


gUYS

This story doesn't really make sense, I guess. It's for a prompt on dA. I don't really like the ending; it feels rushed, but I went way over the 100 word mark I was going for. But it's okay, I guess? lmao

Extra points if you can figure out who's point of view this is :D

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