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Little Soldier Mine- Sup nerds. I know...i know...you all thought i was dead. Well, sorry to disappoint but no. No, i am not dead. I decided to drag my sorry ass out of my hell hole and try and get my life back on track (the positive track where people learn to act like responsible adults and don't do horrible things to themselves out of agonizing boredom and self loathing) so i started taking classes again after a year of self exile. It's been tough tits, people, the toughest tits ever. But at least the semester is basically over so...huzzah? But i digress.

Also, this is the saddest, teeny tiniest, most pathetically self hatred inducing chapter ever...its less than four hundred words.

BUT I NEEDED TO GET SOMETHING OUT BECAUSE THE FUCKING. WRITERS. BLOCK. IS. KILLING. ME!...slowly but surely.

I'd say don't hate me but let's face it. You probably do. But it's okay 'cause you can join the club, membership is free and we get free cookies and shirts. And coffee. Because caffeine.

-Whispers in the Dark-

Donnie took his time making his way through the sewers, comfortable in the muggy darkness that fell on him like a well worn cloak. He hummed quietly, some old nursery rhyme or other than Master Splinter had sang to them when they were little, as he took mental inventory of all the things he'd found at the junkyard and felt a small tug pull the corners of his lips up.

After months of being cooped up with Splinter and his three obnoxious brothers he felt his mind finally clearing of the cobwebs of boredom.

Thunk.

Donnie paused and held his breath, standing perfectly still, trying to see if whatever made the sound would make itself known.

Scraaaape...thunk.

Donnie tilted his head to the side and listened.

"Fuck...ugh." The voice was gravelly and slurred, not bothering to be quiet.

Donnie felt his smile become sharper as he made his way towards the voice, making sure to keep his steps light and soundless.

As soon as the man, dirty and leaning heavily against the murky sewer wall, came into view Donnie stopped, not worried about being seen.

After watching the man blindly swing a paper bag wrapped bottle around and mumble loudly for a few minutes Donnie stepped forward, making sure to bring his foot down in a shallow puddle.

The splash echoed loudly catching the mans attention.

"Who'z 'ere?" The man slurred, bringing a worn looking flashlight out from his pocket and shining it in Donnie's direction.

"...Jesus!" The man gasped as he caught sight of green flesh, light glinting off too white teeth and reflecting off wide bright eyes.

"No...not Jesus." Donnie said, voice soft and low, no inflection to give away the glee he felt. He watched as the flashlight fell and hit the ground with a loud crack and the light died once again shrouding them in darkness.

"Just me." Donnie hummed, his voice no more than a whisper in the too still air as he took a step towards the now shaking man.

-TMNT-

A small group of rats nosing around a pile of trash suddenly scurried away as a loud scream echoed down the tunnel before being cut off abruptly.

After a few seconds of heavy silence, the rats warily came out of hiding, going back to their scavenging, all former fear forgotten.

A/N- Maybe my brain will be stricken by the majesty that is inspiration...or maybe i'll just get stricken down by a brain aneurism...wither way, progress shall be made.

I won't even be mad if you don't want to leave a review...i'll still offer up my animal sacrifices because Mine needs a new fur coat, bitches... (lol how many of you started hating my just then?) JK...Mine can't afford a fur coat cause Mine's dirt poor! 8D

Theme-song-that-doesn't-exist-except-in-my-head!

Hey hyu-mans, to fill space i'm gunna talk about your reviews...from months ago. *cough* fuck you Mine *cough*

Turtlefanforlife1982-Yes. Yes, Donnie is creepy. But i like to think that he's creepy in a lovely way. You know?

Starfire201-Can i just say that your reviews actually make me smile? That's big news, promise. But yeah, I have this idea in my head that Splinter can sense that there's something not quite right with Donnie but he, as a giant rat mutant father to four equal giant mutant turtle boys who have had no one but each other their whole lives, is almost subconsciously making the decision to have a giant blind spot when it come to Donne.
As for Mikey, he's just Mikey. In his mind there's no reason not to trust his older brother unconditionally, weird "quirks" and all.
And Casey. He's just a badass with an intense cray cray radar.

Heather-Hope all went well with that allergy test. Donnie and the SSB game part were surprisingly fun to write. Sorry to make you wait forever. I do that. It's a problem i have. *sigh*

raphfan1-"gorgeous grammatical almost orgasmic" Can i just say that this is probably the best compliment i have ever received. In my entire life. You flatter me so. I'm practically blushing here! Alas, i fear i have disappointed you with this.

Enigma-Hare-Cool cool. And bonding is bonding time is bonding time, even the non-friendly variety.

Yesenia000-Gracias! Esta historia es un poco demente pero me hace feliz que to guste. Nadamas es de que me llege la inspiración para escribir. Y creepy Donnie es lo mejor.

jmg0292-Yeah, if only writing other people's point sod view wasn't so hard. I'm planning on going back to Splinter sometime soon since it's kind of important. And Mikey because i find it oddly pleasing to write from his POV...huh.

Peace out, bitches! Hopefully it won't be another...four? five? months till i'm back. The semester is basically over so i plan to do some writing.