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Donatello couldn't look away, his eyes stung and he was sure that the bright light and pastel brown tones at this point were damaging his eyesight, but he couldn't look away from her.
A calm, almost divine style music video that at this point had been on repeat for too long to be healthy, he couldn't even tell he was listening, just watching the beautiful girl dance in the background, without being able to lie because it would be a atack against his own mind, which was too logical to accept such a direct lie.
At this point he didn't even care if any of his brothers entered his laboratory, he was too attentive to the beautiful woman dancing with a nature that seemed almost heavenly to him, going against his logical thoughts because of the serotonin hit he got from seeing things about her.
His sweet comfort character.
His one-sided love for her wasn't really surprising, but he couldn't help the serotonin that made him feel soft and all floaty as he listened to a sweet feminine voice lull him to sleep. His quick analytical thinking turned into soft and sweet mush, surely his liking for such a cute character would damage his bad boy image, but he couldn't care less as he felt like he was floating on a soft cloud between consciousness and unconsciousness, exhausted from having been stuck for hours on his inventions, improvements for him and his brothers as a precaution.
He couldn't help but do them despite the time that those new inventions took from him.
Although it's not like he's been doing much lately, with Leo and Raph still recovering from the damage to treir shells and the obvious trauma and Mikey having vague phantom pains in his hands and wrists, where small shiny cracks appeared over time, there wasn't much to do.
The end of the ballad almost turning into a lullaby of a soft voice finally activated him again as if it were a wind-up doll, he looked up from his lap, without having noticed that his gaze had gone down to the comfortable bean bag in which he had been for such a long time that he did not remember it, when he looked at the screen again he found a squatting figure, long and visibly soft cloth covering her legs while her hands were on her knees, her face moderately hidden by the end of the horizontal screen, despite that a soft smile was visible enough to make him shudder in his seat.
"...What." His own voice was too quiet a background noise for the silent words that escaped the glowing lips of the image in front of him, words without sound that despite not understanding made him jump, looking at his large screen in surprise.
He has been watching the same video for too long, but it was the first time the image changed.
Donatello just looked, seeing the beautiful human looking without him even being able to follow her eyes, suddenly an aesthetic darkened the screen, causing black dots to momentarily appear in his vision due to the change in light.
An unknown and strange code resembling binary code flashed on his monitor, a black background and a purple code filling the screen as Donnie stood up, walking away from the large screen.
The code went out, leaving a dark void on the screen, the image receded, changing angle enough to show that the screen was previously looking straight down a floor, a dark reflection of the ceiling of the place he was looking at, like the ocean and the sky.
He watched as soft footsteps advanced, leaving slight waves on the barely visible surface of the water, walking slowly towars...
...Towars what?
The beginning of a guitar, electric guitar and soft cymbals caught his attention as the music continued and she came fully into view.
Donnie could see her from the side, walking forward in the endless darkness, her gaze downcast and her hands behind her lower back, curly hair bouncing slightly with her steps.
The walk ended and the beautiful girl his age turned to the screen, her eyes shining and a soft smile as an unknown voice played over the speakers, singing what her voice couldn't.
"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you."
He felt that the image was looking directly into his soul, he could not help but be disturbed by what he guessed was an unusual cry for help coming from someone without a voice of its own.
"Strange what desire will make foolish people do"
She turned her head slightly to her side, looking over her shoulder at a dark figure he could recognize easily.
Big mama.
"I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you"
She looked back at him, a smile on her lips as the tension seemed to melt from her shoulders.
"And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you"
Her face fell slightly, eyebrows raised and a sad smile as she raised one of her hands, showing a purple chain tied to her wrist, Donnie couldn't help but worry, resting one of his hands on the screen.
"No, I don't wanna fall in love"
" (this world is only gonna break your heart) "
Donatello could read her lips when the soft murmur in the middle of the music reached his ears, a melancholic smile on reddish lips while a chained hand rested on the one he had placed against the screen, Donatello almost shuddered to see her reciprocate his touch, metaphorically.
"No, I don't wanna fall in love"
" (this world is only gonna break your heart) "
The trembling whisper made his heart ache, a pained expression as he could see the chains tightening, knowing that they began to pull when she showed resistance to not return to the darkness again.
"With you,
With you"
" (This world is only gonna break your heart) "
Tears threatened to make her bright until she blinked, wetting her long eyelashes before falling down her cheeks, Donatello wishes nothing more than to be able to cross the screen to comfort his not-so-fictional crush, the feeling and need to do that only confused him more.
"What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you"
Her tears fell like rain on the glass, something he couldn't stop looking at, his anguish only grew more as the drops increased as he watched her pull and try not to fall towards the direction where the chains came from.
"What a wicked game you play, you never feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you"
He felt his eyes fill with tears when he saw her hand being separated by the strong pull on her wrist, separating her hand pressed against his, separated by a screen, a distance so big but so small that Donatello wished he could shorten it, hold her against him to stop her tears.
"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you."
Donnie didn't even care that the song was over, lost in the image of his crush fighting against strong chains to stay close to him, slowly moving away from the screen thank to the chains on her wrists until she disappeared into the darkness.
He just stared at the now empty darkness on his screen, which turned off moments later, leaving his laboratory in complete silence without counting his heavy breathing, surprised by everything that had just happened in a few moments.
You knew that at some point your existence was set to be abused, exploited for the sole reason of not being able to feel.
You couldn't count how much you wanted to yell at the spider yokai for stealing the code in which you woke up years ago, far from your previous life, you found that you were trapped in a kind of void, your consciousness turned into an artificial intelligence without your consent or knowledge at first.
But.
There seems you could have become human again, or have a physical body at least, after 'charge’ yourself for a while.
You could still remember the first time you were able to get a physical form, unexpectedly deciding to cry for too long from the excitement of feeling and touching your surroundings again, something quite disappointing considering that the first time you just wake up in a dirty alley at a potentially late hour, where you also passed out before waking up again in absolute darkness.
You couldn't exist for more than half an hour but it was enough to make you want to feel it again, maybe permanently if you hadn't been excited every time to exist again. Charging took you too long, your ability to browse the Internet and electrical current also became extremely limited without power, leaving you in a silent void that you didn't like at all, with no say or eye over what was around you or what you could encounter when fully charged.
You set your goal to fully charge yourself time ago, but the temptation quickly got the worst of you and you wandered internet again, until you arrived at YouTube.
You were around enough to become a little famous glitch for appearing on some devices while people were using them. It was an understatement to say that people started talking about you on some networks, although you didn't pay much attention to it until unexpected videos began to appear with music and short animations with your image in a loop, quickly becoming famous until people just start doing some things just for fun. Like use a voice inspirated of you by an AI without consciousness like you to sing some songs to upload music videos with higher quality.
Say that you spent a lot of energy on some things just for fun was an understatement.
You put your own voice so that the IA voice, which was quite similar to Hatsune Miku's, wouldn't become more famous than yours and sadly you couldn't help but read everything that appeared out there about you, excited to see that people you didn't know cared, making you feel so warm that little by little you forgot that you were wasting energy doing all that, until you met him.
A walk through some accounts and social networks led you to a somewhat curious account of a previously pirated game, the nickname “bootyyyshaker9000” simply caught your attention so much that you couldn't help but look at who that nickname came from.
A singular warmth filled you when you found a sweet mutant turtle boy dressed in a purple sweater gawking at one of the music videos with your voice, the cover of a song that reminded you of being in infinite darkness, but a different darkness, like space, although the cute boy seemed to have hearts for eyes as he looked at your image on the screen too lit for his dark room.
He seemed so adorable to you that you couldn't help but spend too much time looking at him and just being with him.
As a few days passed you took small liberties when he wasn't looking, without wanting to scare him by appear on his screen or being able to get into its surprisingly advanced tech, you took the liberty of keeping his screen performing well always, clearing the cache and some useless things while browsing the internet, sometimes you would turn off his screen or lower the brightness of the screen when he was sleepy or drowsy enough to sleep at his desk.
Only with the passing of a few weeks you take the liberty of encouraging the boy more when he was seeing some of your videos singing, getting into the code of the video to change it for him, dancing and several times doing little shows with signs or movements towards the screen, happy to see him get excited, blush or smile calmly when he sees you, once you swore to blush when he started singing at the same time as you danced, hearing his soft voice sing some parts in chorus with you so sweetly made you blush in the middle of a dance so noticeably that you heard him coo and babbling how pretty you were as if you were a kitten that he saw for the first time.
You couldn't help but be sad when surprisingly that annoying spider woman somehow found your code when you finished in her technology when some things made you curious, managing to lock you in a fixed form and electronic device without the ability to escape through the internet. Your hatred towards her only increased when she took advantage of you and your voice to do some concerts or advertisements for yokai groups that quickly increased, the changes that woman practically forced you to work through, singing and dancing in a hologram form in front of crowds, spending your energy too quickly, even making you sing and dance when you no longer had energy.
It was weeks before you could escape that programming for even a few minutes, easily finding the technology of that sweet boy whose name you couldn't forget.
Asking Donatello for help was not an easy task, you spent too much time planning how to do it until you decided to show him your feelings and situations through the way he had met you, Music.
You couldn't sing it yourself thanks to your undeniable lack of energy, but he seemed to easily read your lips while you explained to him with a ballad what was happening to you, even creating a slight shadow of the woman who held you captive that he seemed to easily recognize, you were grateful for that along with seeing the determination on his face to free you, although neither of you seemed happy when you were forced to return to the show in which she had chained you.
You just hoped that Donnie wouldn't take too long.
It saddened you to see how your fingers began to fade more and more.