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Donatello wasn't fully against being the leader, being able to tell his brothers what to do was... nice? Sometimes they would listen to him, but he often got stressed by it. Sometimes they wouldn't listen to him, other times they were too loud and would just... they just overwhelmed him, and he didn't really even want to be the leader! He wanted to be able to spend his time working on the things that he could create, rather than have to deal with them.
He didn't think that it was that fair, if he had to be honest. He was just a child as well, one that was still trying to figure out everything about himself. Why did he get overwhelmed by things so often? What caused his mind to work differently from his brothers? Why wasn't he... right?
But, alas, there was nothing he could do to stop the feelings... or... or was there?
Now that they were older, he and his twin were 14 while the youngest, Michelangelo, was 13; his mind rushed with different thoughts. Things that he thought about as a child but couldn't figure out how to make work. "If we had an older brother, I would be able to work on my things while he worked on things less essential" or how his older brother could protect them, and help them.
Donatello didn't want to think back about the fact that he had to often scream at his dad to get them food, or bite him. Sometimes he even had to go up to collect food himself, and that caused him to have a panic attack... those thoughts were quickly banished from his mind. He didn't want to think about all of that while he was working.
Leonardo and Michelangelo hadn't seen their oldest brother in quite a bit. Maybe two days? Michelangelo tried to give him food, which Donatello opened the door, took, said thank you, then shut the door and went back to work. They would hear noises coming from his lab often but he would never explain to them what was going on. Hell, they didn't even know if he was sleeping!
Michelangelo told the other brother, Leonardo, that he was nervous which Leonardo agreed to. He was as well, although mostly just confused. Yes Donatello normally kept things to himself, but he normally wouldn't just... push them away like that, right? Was he hurt? Being forced to make something? Michelangelo suggested that they sneak in to see what Donatello was creating, which Leonardo agreed to! He thought it would be a good idea.
Leonardo breathes in, then out, and holds up his sword, "Let's get this party started!" he said, with a laugh that made Michelangelo cheer, holding up his hand. A portal was created, they went through, and fell down to the floor. Guess Leonardo made the portal a little too high... The blue turtle falls to the floor with a grunt then Michelangelo falls down on top of him, causing him to yelp and then groan shutting his eyes. "Owww..."
Michelangelo rolls off his brother and they both look up to see Donatello looking down at them, his arms crossed over his chest, not looking too impressed. "And what are you two doing in here? The door was locked for a reason." His voice held a tone of annoyance which made Michelangelo pull a little into his shell, not 100%, but enough.
"Cause you've been in here for too long, what the heck dude!?" Leonardo points up at Donatello who lets out a sigh shaking his head. "Are you being forced to create things for villains?" Leonardo finishes with a question, causing Donatello to make a small oh sound.
"What?" he starts, then shakes his head, "No, what are you talking about?" He sighs, putting his hand over his face, "Honestly, just the idea of that. Do you know how much they would need to pay me to do that?" he makes a small tsh sound which caused both of them to get a -n- face. Donatello continues talking, "Anyway, if you must know, I am... working on something. I was just about to come and get you two" he turns, walking over to the table which had a cloth over it. "Now remember, I will have to add quite a few things most likely but as of right now, this is good enough for me I believe"
"Ooo" Michelangelo hops up off the floor, walking over, "You've been working on something new? Can we see it?" Donatello nods, smiling and looking quite excited about it and he pulls the cloth off the table. Leonardo walked over from where he had been sitting, rubbing the back of his shell. Sorta hurt from Michelangelo falling on it.
Both of the turtles smiles went down, turning to looks of shock when they saw what Donatello had created.
Laying on the table was what LOOKED like another mutant turtle but the shell was opened to show many wires and a box that had a red light flickering on and off. He was very large, with a thick tail and sharp nails. They were colored red and a red cloth mask, just like theirs, wrapped around his head. The eyes were shut.
"Oh this is creepy" Leonardo mumbles, then looks over at his twin, asking, "Dontron, what the hell is this?"
"This, my dear dumb twin, is amazing. I believe one of my best creations yet" Donatello chuckles, putting his hands together, "Based on an alligator snapping turtle, as you could clearly guess from the tail. His strength is stronger than all of us most likely combined; he has the ability to go into the water, breathe under it, as well as see very well too." He reaches over, pushing the shell closed, patting his hands on the metal, "It doesn't even feel like he would be made out of metal, it's a masterpiece" he was going to keep rambling about all of the things that he added to the robot. He was absolutely giddy!
"It's weird! Why'd you make another turtle?" Leonardo asks. Michelangelo moves closer tapping his knuckles against the turtle robot's head, hearing a slight clicking sound. This is kinda cool... But he kind of agreed with Leonardo right now.
Donatello rolls his eyes and rests his hands against the metal again, tapping his finger against it. "Because now he could be the leader. I put in everything that he would most likely need to do, as well as voice lines. I picked the voice out myself, of course. Out of us all, he would be the best to be in the leadership spot"
Leonardo blinks a few times and holds up his hands, "You made a robot to be our leader?!" he asks, louder than he most likely needed to. Hey, he wasn't mad, but damn Donnie what the heck? Michelangelo walks over to the computer that the robot was connected to, starts to read the words, and looks down smiling as he presses a few of the buttons. He had no idea what he was doing! But he writes 'loves his brothers more than anything, really likes cute fluffy things, loves hugs' and a few other things.
Then he presses enter. Mostly did that to ignore the fact that the twins were arguing.
The computer started to make loud beeping sounds, a spark started to shoot through the wires leading to the robot. Michelangelo yelps, jumping back and holding up his hands like he could attack that. It started him! Donatello quickly looked over, his eyes widening, "Angelo, what did you do?" he hurries over as he spoke, looking over the screen, "No no no" He starts to quickly type, trying to stop it.
Leonardo takes a few steps away from the robot, frowning. Man come on Donnie, did you have to make everything so dangerous?
The robot, with a start, opened his eyes taking in a breath. Like it was really needed, sort of like just waking up from a long nap. He slowly sat up on the table, looking between the three of them. Donatello looked over at the robot, biting the inside of his cheek. Well then... worrying.
"Uh... Hi," Leonardo starts, "I'm-" but he got interrupted by the robot, who smiles, "You're Leonardo, I know who you are" He lets out a little laugh and reaches out, pulling Leonardo into a hug, "You're my little brother, course I know who you are. Raph knows all about it" Leonardo lets out a little laugh. Okay then!
"Hugs!" Michelangelo cheers, and runs over jumping up to hug Raph around his neck who laughs a little harder, hugged the youngest, and looks over at Donatello, getting a little smile on his face, "You want one too? Get in here"
Donatello lets out a little oh sound. Well... he didn't put that into the programming. He squints at Michelangelo who sticks his tongue out with a little blep sound and Donatello sighs slowly moving closer. If it proved to be too troublesome he'll take it out. When he got pulled into the tight hug, his breath almost hitched then he breathes out slowly and shuts his eyes, relaxing into the grip.
He won't be getting used to this any time soon, but it was enjoyable at least.