Human

by RedForRaph

The turtles each have a signature personality: Leonardo, the fearless leader; Michelangelo, the comic relief; Donatello, the genius; Raphael, the hot-head. But what if there's more to them than what they let you see? There's a reason for who they are and why, and it's time you found out.

2. Chapter 2

*Human: Part 2*

My brothers always call me the comic relief, and I guess that's because I'm always smiling and laughing and cracking jokes. They say I never take anything seriously, that I'm a knucklehead or goofball. Overall, they say I'm happy. But honestly, how realistic is that? I mean, they gotta understand that no one can be happy ALL the time, right?

I guess I really shouldn't complain, though. Like, I'm the one who created this persona of myself. When I'm 'happy', it's easier for everyone else to be happy, you know?

I mean, no one but me can get Raphie-Boy out of one of his seriously pissy moods. And I'm the only one who can get Leo to loosen up and laugh a little in the middle of training, even though Splinter smacks us with his walking stick in disapproval. And who else but me can get Don to come out of his lab long enough to play a couple video games?

No one.

I'm the only one.

Just me.

But none of them have ever realized that I feel more emotions than just happiness. I'm just as human as they are. Er, you know what I mean.

I feel worry like Leo.

Anger like Raph.

Sadness like Donnie. I feel them all just as much as my brothers do, but I'm pretty good at hiding them. Half of the time when I'm laughing and smiling, I'm actually NOT really happy. No one can be happy all the time, but I have to pretend like I am.

Because if I'm not happy, how will my brothers be happy?