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AN: Special tankz to my bestie forevar tintoretto, bopsteady360 for helping me with the story. You are awesum!
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Rapheel sat in the foot clan mech garage, scrolling through instagram and twitter, watching curiously as fans online were talking about his last fight with that bitch Mona Lisa. He could hardly contain his anger as all anyone could talk about was how hard he and Grace lost. Raph slammed his fist into the wall behind him with a growl.
Ouch. That hurt,
Suddenly he got a text from Michelangelo, something about the newest Skillet album and how they “t0t4lly b3cam3 p0serz”. Raph smiled. Mike could be funny sometimes and he always cheered him up. He was glad to call him his brother.
Of course, they weren’t really brothers, it was just for the team name. But it felt like they could be.
“Hey Raph!” shouted a voice. Rap looked up, his eyes locking on a very annoyed Leonardo. His teammate.
“Whats up Leo?” he asked.
“I SAID, we need to train again! I don’t want you to lose like last time!” Leo said, crossing his arms.
Raph scoffed. “Yeah yeah says the guy who ALSO lost last time!”
“You’re so mean sometimes!!” Leonardo yelled, tearing up. “Please, Raphael! Let’s train! If not for me, then do it for yourself!”
Lenardo gave him puppy dog eyes.
“Grrr, you can’t get to me that easily! I’m going on a walk!” Rapael said and stomped away, throwing his phone to the ground.
Leo didn’t get it! This was more about winning and losing, this was about his confidence! Mina Lisa kicked his ass AND his ego. All for what? So she could replace him?! Raph didn’t think so. All of a sudden, Raphael bumped straight into the back of someone. It was Mona Lisa.
“Watch where your going, you pervert!1!!” Mona Lisa screamed.
Raphael gasped,
“You woukd know!” He screamed back. “You’re always looking at my mech! What are you a lezbian??”
Mona Lisa crossed her arms. “Graces is supposed to be a girl? I don’t thijnk it’s very lesbian of me to want a bunch of poorly. made. scrap”
“YOU BITCH!!1!” Raphael growled. He knew it wasn’t right to hit a woman, but Mona Lisa was very very punchable today. He swung his fist with a yell. To Raphael’s surprise, Mona caught it.
“What the FU–!!” and suddenly, Mona was kissing him passionately. Mona Lisa. THE Mona Lisa, kissing him! How dare she!
“How dare you!!” Raphael snapped.
“I wasn’t looking at your Mech, I was looking at you, stupid!” she said, blushing. Mona began to lean in extra close again, and Raphael looked into her bright yellow orbs.
Raphael was to flustered to speak so he kept kissing her. He couldnt believe this was happening!! His heart was going doki-doki in his chest like crazy.
“W-wait.” he pulled away suddenly. “If you liked me this whole time why did you make fun of Graces??”
“Because youre stupid!” Mina yelled, still blushing super hard. “You’re always showing off and acting like you’re so cool with your dumb mech! And you never notice me staring at you during your Mech fights!”
“I thought you were plotting my death or something!” Raphel protested. His face felt like it was on fire.
“Maybe I am!” Mona grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. “Maybe I’ll kill you with more kisses you idiot!”
“N-not if I kill you first!” But Rapael was already leaning in again. Their lips crashed together like two mechs in battle. His hands were shaking as he wrapped them around her waist.
Suddenly the elevator door rang!!!1! “AHHH!” They jumped apart like they’d been electricuted.
“W-we can’t be seen!” Mona squeaked, her yellow eyes wide with panic.
Raphael grabbed her hand. “Let’s go somewhere! Togethar!” His heart was still going crazy.
“What? Where?!”
“I don’t know! Anywhere!” He started running, pulling her along.
“Your such an idiot!” Mona Losa yelled but she was laughing now. “Fine! But you better not crash into any more people!”
“That was YOUR fault!”
“Was not!!”
They ran down the hallway together, arguing and laughing. Maybe Mona wasn’t so punchable after all. Maybe she was kind of… beautiful? Even when she was yelling at him. ESPECIALLY when she was yelling at him.
Raphael knew one thing for sure. He was never gonna hear the end of this from the other mech pilots. But somehow… he didn’t care anymore. All dhat mattered was that he had one less enemy to worry about. Even if she did beat him in battle.
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Donatello stared hard at his computer screen. His fingers hesitated over the trackpad, sweat beading on his forehead like it did before a title fight. But this wasn’t a cage match — this was his laptop at 3 AM, screen burning his retinas as he scrolled through page after page of… very specific Mech Fighter fanfiction.
Unabashed opinions on social media were one thing, but this was something else.
The words hit harder than any uppercut. Years of professional fighting, risky championships, and this was what they saw of him and his brothers? He’d worked through broken bones, made lethal enemies, sunk further into medical debt — and they turned him into this?
Another tab: “Donatello’s Midnight Confession (18+ only!!!)”, a “crackfic” about him and local newswoman April O’Neil. The comment section was filled to the brim with keyboard warriors arguing over his “canon personality” and whether he would actually wear the leather pants described in chapter seven.
His vision blurred. The fan theories about Raphael’s “secret relationship” with Mona Lisa. The alternate universe where Mikey was a vampire Mech pilot. The high school AU where Leo was an English teacher and Donnie himself taught chemistry. Each story was a fresh blow to his solar plexus.
Dawn crept through the shutters as Donnie finally slammed the laptop shut. Tomorrow, he’d have to face a public press conference knowing that somewhere out there, someone was already transcribing his every word, ready to twist it into their next masterpiece. He and his family had just barely survived the ring. They didn’t need any more burdens on their minds.
Donatello tossed the shared computer into their apartment’s trash compactor. He made sure to turn the incinerator on as well. For good measure.