Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT in any way. If I did...well, let's not go there.
Pottery
"Can we leave here? It's creepy…"
Mikey stared at an old wooden sculpture and shuddered.
"I don't like this place…"
Leo sighed.
"I know Mikey, I don't like it either, but for the thousandth time, we can't leave until we find the Purple Dragons and get them out of here. The last thing we need is for them to rob some really important exhibit or something."
Mikey slumped.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The Purple Dragons suddenly rushed by, their hands full with piles of artifacts. Mikey tripped one with a flick of his nun chucks. He tripped and the things flew out of his arms. Donnie rushed over and caught the items.
"Careful Mikey! We'd be in just as much trouble if we break something!"
Mikey chuckled nervously and shrugged.
The other two dragons we fairly easy to catch. They took the items from them, and let them go.
"I still say we should clobber them beyond recognition." Raph muttered as they watched them run away. Donnie noticed something shiny still in one of their hands.
"Hey! We missed one!"
He dashed for him, snatching the small clay pot out of his hands. He swung his foot out to trip him. On his way down he swiped at the pot again, knocking it from Donnie's grip. Donnie fumbled for it, but it finally dropped on the floor and shattered. The Purple Dragon made a break for it. Donnie stared at the broken pot in horror.
"Good going Donnie." Raph scoffed.
"And you were telling me to be careful." Mikey commented.
"Let's go, before we break something else." Leo said, waving them on. Leo, Raph, and Mikey started out of the museum. Just as Donnie turned to follow them he heard something whisper:
"You…you broke my pot didn't you?"
Donnie looked around, seeing nothing.
"W-who's there!? Show yourself!"
"That pot was everything to me! That pot was more important to me than my life! It was everything I cared about!"
"Well then you need a hobby."
"Pottery was my hobby."
"Oh."
A barely visible figure with glowing red eyes materialized in front of Donnie. Donnie blinked at it, too spooked to scream.
"You took all that I care about from me, I take everything you care about from you."
Donnie cringed and squeezed his eyes shut as the figure rushed towards him. He was suddenly very cold, then very hot, then the heat subsided until there was only a dull ache in his chest. It was silent. Donnie peeked around. The figure was gone.
"Maybe I'm finally going crazy…" he said to himself.
"Donnie, come on!"
Donnie glanced around the room once more before running to catch up with his brothers.
End