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a/n: Big smothering hugs as cute as spike and Raphael go out to everyone who read my other fic. Shoutout to Lokis Cheesecake and Onecutepug for making me watch this tear jerking episode. Review and tell me which perspective I should write next ( Donnie, or future Donnie)
Donnie's body screamed as he woke up. His body was covered in sweat, as if his body was crying in the only way it knew how. Every night the dream would occur, every constant, never changing. It was a distinct mix between a horror film and a video game gone wrong. The word time just kept echoing around in his head as his vision blurred. His brothers were all in the sewer living room when a massive portal consumed them. All he could see was the falling of master splinter as the smell of blood mixed with the once merry atmosphere. He cringed at the metallic scents corruption of his beloved home. The next thing he knew he was crouched over his fathers dying form, when a purple cloaked figure made his presence known. Donnie turned to stare openly at … himself.
He waited for shredders attack , that was how the dream always ended. The pain couldn't compare to that of his current mirage. But he did not appear, the form cleared their throat and on cue splinter managed to wheeze out a goodbye.
" My son, forgive yourself," he whispered as the blood over took his breath. His head snapped up to take in the scene around him. Smashed tables were buried in dust. He glanced back down to his fathers corpse, but all that remained was dirt and dust.
He managed to stand as the images clawed through his mind. Splinter writhing in agony, shredders disappearance, the vanishing of his brother, and the fact that "he" hadn't stuck around to help his family. He beat and pounded at his head, trying desperately to beat the information out of himself. Waves of red liquid poured into his eyes, as a figure leaned over him. The figure, himself, but… two of him. Much to his displeasure he had blacked out before his questions could be voiced, and it would longer still until they were answered.