Experimental (Max)
By: AndiKaneUnderwood
Was that painfully obvious? Or just obviously painful?
The words of his original came back to him easily as the memories he was programmed with. He was only the darker version. Just the clone. Nothing more, nothing less. That is, after all, what Darius Dunn had told him and his brothers.
Since being created, Dark Donatello's sole purpose was to off his "goody-goody" original. When that failed, his brothers and he would get the butt chewing of the century from Darius Dunn. He didn't feel needed there. It didn't feel like home in the sewers. He didn't belong.
Dark Donatello played with his black hair, fingering the purple streak down the middle of it, looking very confused. He didn't look up as the door to his "room" slid open. He hardly acknowledge it beyond a harsh. "What do you want?"
The original Donatello looked through the pale blue material that prevented Dark Donatello from leaving, but allowed things such as food and water inside. "My brother thought it would be beneficial for you to walk around a bit. He asked me to see if you'd like to join us on the balcony for a game of cards." The original replied.
Dark Donatello didn't look up. "Will my brothers be joining us?" He asked.
"You are our clones, born from the DNA of myself, my twin, and my oldest and youngest brother, Donatello. Man that feels weird! Can I give you a different name?"
Dark Donatello raised an eyebrow this time, but still didn't look up. "My brothers called me the "Mad One" if that helps." He told the teenager.
Don shook his head. "No, no. A real name. Not one that's horribly insulting or derived from who you where cloned from. A real name."
Dark Donatello did look up that time. "In that case, I've always liked Maddox. You can call me Max for short."
Don smiled. "Max," he agreed, "You are our clones, derived from our DNA, therefore making you our brothers by technicalities. You are our blood, whether you like it or not. If you'd like to become part of our family, I hear bonding is a great way to start."
Max stood. "I do like games. I'd love to join. Please forgive me in advance, I have a bit of a temper and will probably blow up at you and your family more than once."
Don nodded. "Don't we always. We aren't perfect, we're human. We live, learn, and grow. My brothers and father will be understanding, I'm sure."
Max gave Don a sincere smile. "Then I suppose it's time to meet the rest of this family of ours, Donatello." He said softly.
Don walked over and held out a hand, putting his faith in Max to not take it off. "Call me Don." He replied.
Max smiled wider as he shook his hand. Maybe here, he'd be needed. Maybe here he'd have a home. Maybe he belonged somewhere after all.
Two hours. That's literally how long, at most, to write this. Not even joking.