Hey guys, this is Bo (Or Violet, whichever you prefer). This is an idea I got while doing a bit of research, and I don't think there are enough split personality fics out there. So, tada! This was born. This is for all of you Rob Paulsen fans out there! Also, a few bits from Lie to Me. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT, Yakko, Jack, Mark, or Pinky. I'll leave you to guess each reference.
Chapter One
"What exactly are we looking for again?" Came Leo's whispered voice through the dark tunnel. The leader of the line, Donnie, sighed in exasperation before halting and turning back to his brothers.
"Like I said before, Spy Roach #7 picked up some fishy Kraang activity in this warehouse! Now, I'm assuming it's got something to do with new technology or science, so it must be coming from the laboratory, which my scanners tell me is at the end of this air duct. Now, be quiet!" He said quietly, shooting them each a glare before turning his tail on them and pressing forward. Mikey and Leo shrugged and followed, a growling Raphael not far behind. The metal walls scraped their shells uncomfortably, and truthfully the other three were eager to just leave.
Donnie stopped, pointing to a grate in front of them.
"Down here."
One by one, they each dropped down into the dark laboratory, no light with exception of a few glowing substances in the corner. They could see the shadows and skeletal figures of various machines, every one with some strange purpose unknown to the turtles.
Quickly determining the coast was clear, Donatello immediately beelined for the opposite corner, where a few test tubes sat, each holding a liquid a different color than the last. He sighed in fascination as he lifted each carefully, examining their contents and then moving on to mentally document the next. 'Way cool', he thought to himself, finding it very tempting to drool.
"Hey guys! Check it out!" Mikey called obnoxiously, dancing around with a blinking helmet on his round head. Raph face-palmed and Leo ran forward yelling carelessly for him to remove the object at once.
Red lights started flashing and a deafening alarm sounded.
"Great! Nice going, you two!" Raph scolded scorchingly, and the turtles in question bowed their heads sheepishly.
"Dudes, not the time!" Donnie called out, pointing to the door where dozens of Kraang droids were spilling in, each donning a laser gun and aiming right at them. The turtles brandished their weapons with a flourish, waiting for the leader to give a command.
"Turtles, attack!" Leo cried, and with a loud battle screech, Raph ran forward and decapitated three bots. Mikey shook the helmet from his head and soon joined his other two brothers, swinging his nunchuku left and right, downing many droids as he passed them. Donnie bared his bo and he too rushed into the fray, trying hard not to count how many Kraang outnumbered them.
As he swept his leg in an attempt to knock a droid down, however, he himself was knocked off-center, landing with a thud against the far wall. His snapped staff pieces landed by his side.
Mikey had happened to overhear the thump as his older brother hit the hard wall, and turned to see a laser gun right in Donnie's face. The teen was pressing himself as far as he could into the wall, his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly to reveal his gap tooth. Acting on instinct, the turtle in orange threw his chain at the offending droid and kicked away any remaining Kraang, reaching out a hand to help his embarrassed sibling up.
"Yo Mikey, watch out!" Came Leo's warning voice from somewhere in the scuffle, and both brothers looked up to see a dart flying through the air, seconds away from embedding itself in Michelangelo's flesh.
What happened next was a blur.
Next thing Mikey knew, he was on the floor off to the side, with Donnie landing next to him, limp as a ragdoll with a fuzzy... thing sticking out of his neck. The glowing green substance housed in the dart's glass body was quickly drained into the purple-clad turtle's bloodstream, and he groaned in pain. His eyes were clenched shut.
"No! Nonononononononononononono!" was all that seemed to leave Mikey's mouth as he hunched over his sibling and frantically scanned him up and down, finding the projectile and ripping it from Donnie's skin. But it was too late; the damage had long since been done.
"Guys! Guys, Donnie's hit! We gotta get outta here!" He shouted in a panic, waving his arms dramatically to catch the remaining turtles' attention. They both froze mid-fight and stared with wide eyes, forgetting the remaining enemies and rushing to the youngest's side.
Donatello remained unconscious through it all, even when three sets of hands lifted him onto Raphael's shell, even as they ran hurriedly through the bumpy sewers, even as his father looked over him for wounds. Even when April took several blood samples, he didn't move an inch.
"I- Guys, I have no idea what they injected in him." She announced the following day, walking slowly through the turnstiles and hoping they didn't shun her for bringing such bad news. Leonardo hung his head in a depressed manner, hunching his shoulders in a very un-Leo way. Mikey pouted, and Raph punched the practice dummy twice as hard. Donnie remained asleep.
"I mean, there are no traces of it anywhere in his body except for in his brain, where it seems to have been engineered to target. It doesn't resemble any earth poisons, chemicals, or compounds and doesn't seem to be doing anything other than keeping him asleep! His heart, lungs, and other organs all seem fine, and his brain function seems normal as well. It's a scientific enigma!" She had slipped into scientist mode again, not noticing the troubled looks on the other teenagers occupying the room.
"Ape. Dy'a thinkya could maybe check his brain again? Maybe just in case?" Came Mikey's timid voice, startling them all for a moment. April smiled sympathetically and nodded gently.
"Sure, Mikey." She said.
Minutes later she had Donnie hooked up to the most advanced of his machinery, a strainer on his head and electrodes on his temples. Wires connected each piece to the main computer, and data was streaming in every minute or so, in wavy lines and colorful scribbles that only April could read. The lines would go up and down at a steady, methodical pace, staying completely the same, and April seemed pleased with this.
But then a troubled look crossed her young features, and she typed something into the keyboard, reviewing the last twenty seconds or so of data. She replayed this bit over and over, and Raph- who was standing against the wall in the corner- was beginning to get anxious.
"What is it?" He demanded.
"There's a warble... right... there." She explained, pointing a long finger to a small tremor in the methodical movements.
"So what's that mean?" Leonardo asked, finally seeing what she was talking about. April watched the warble again, her face mere inches from the screen.
"I don't know, but I have a very bad feeling about it." Was all she said. Her words visibly shook the remaining turtle brothers.
"Aww, don't feel bad, missy!" Came a somewhat familiar voice from the cot below. All eyes shot to where Donnie had been lying still moments before, only to see the terrapin now sitting up and watching her intently, a corny smile on his face. Something seemed a bit different in the way he held himself, just in his posture alone they knew he was changed slightly.
"Donnie! Oh, bro! You scared the living pizza outta us!" Mikey cried, launching himself at the olive turtle and embracing him warmly. Donnie surprisingly smiled even wider, as if nothing was absolutely wrong and he hadn't a care in the world. He threw the strainer helmet off his head, and ripped off the electrodes.
"I hope the pizza isn't alive! It's alright, boy sibling!" Donnie said, his voice more high-pitched than usual. His goofy grin never left his face.
When Leo took a step forward, Donnie jumped up with surprising agility and leapt over their heads, running and giggling around the main room. He jumped over sofas, skated on various skateboards strewn about, and finally landed with a flourish atop the TV. The others all watched him suspiciously, not knowing what exactly to do.
"Methinks he's lost it, this one," Mikey whispered to Raph, who in turn bapped him upside the head.
"Donnie, stop this right now!" Leo commanded. But the geeky turtle didn't respond to him at all. In fact, there was not a hint of recognition on his face that is usually there when one hears their own name. Oh yes, there was definitely something wrong here.
"Don, get down from there!" April called, and for once, he looked to her, but with a confused expression.
"You talkin' to me, beautiful?" He asked. Everyone stared in shock. Donnie was never so confidently flirtatious, and here he was, flirting as if it was second nature. He didn't even seem to notice he was doing it. He held himself more self-confidently, and had a more open feel about him. While normal Donatello was more introverted and shy, this new guy was very expressive and unashamed to show what he was feeling.
"Erm.. yeah, I am. Donnie, don't you remember me?" She asked, and he jumped down from his perch. Walking right up to her, he seemed to study every bit of her very intensely, a strange look on his face.
"Nnnnope!" He announced at last. "Why, should I know you guys? Wait- don't tell me! Let's see..." Donnie inspected each turtle in turn, a hand cupping his chin. He held his arm right next to Raph's, judging the differing shades and thicker muscles on the other.
"We're bros, right? Yeah, that orange dude called me bro. So, since I have no memory of ya'll being my sibs, why don't you refresh my recollec-shee-own." He drawled the last word obnoxiously. The other terrapins sat in stunned silence.
"Okay, well your name is Donatello," April started, stepping closer to the boy and studying each reaction; a flash of contempt lit up on his face at the name, but it was gone in a moment. "My name is April. We're best friends."
A cartoonish smile split his olive face.
"Helllloooo April!" He cried, blowing her a kiss. A blush tinted April's cheeks.
"Yes, well, um... These are your brothers, Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo." At the lack of recognition on his face, they had a feeling that his amnesia was worse than they had thought.
But what confused the scientist in April was the apparent hatred he felt towards being called by his name.
"Hey Donnie," She said, and there it was again. A second-long snarl of disgust and contempt quickly covered by a cheesy smile.
"Why are you acting so... so..." She paused, not finding the right word.
"Zany?" Don filled in for her. She nodded.
"Well, that's kinda how I am, Nurse. Just like Wakko over there." He said, jerking a thumb in Mikey's direction. Mikey paused from stuffing a pizza in his mouth. How he managed to get a whole pizza in such short a time remained a mystery to them.
"Donnie, why are you calling us-"
"I AM NOT DONNIE, OKAY? Stop calling me that! My name is not Donnie!" He screeched in anger, clutching his head, not being able to hold it in anymore. His usual smile was gone. They all sat there, not sure what to make of this. April chalked it up to amnesia and then mistaken identity.
"Well, then what is your name?" She coaxed. Raph- who was leaned against the couch- growled in impatience.
"Ape, why are you playing along? Can't you see he's just pranking us?" April shot him a glare.
"My name," Said Not-Donnie, smile returned as he bowed politely, breaking the tension in the air, "is Yakko."