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- My Stomach hurts
Donatello was a gifted engineer, a brilliant mind who could teach himself how to hotwire a car without much on hand. He was the genius behind the technology the turtles used, created sophisticated security systems out of scrap!
How hard would cooking be?
He opened up Mikey’s beaten up cookbook, running his fingertip down the paper.
“Aha!”
Donnie grinned.
“Perfect.”
oooooo
“What… is this?” Mikey asked, stirring the pot experimentally.
The orange banded turtle leaned in, sniffing the mixture in the pot.
“It’s lunch, doofus.” Donnie scoffed.
Mikey looked down into the pot.
The bubbling mixture was extremely dark and smelled… off.
“What’s IN it?”
“It’s clearing out the fridge curry.”
Mikey disappeared silently before Donnie could turn around.
“Hm? Where’d he go…”
“Dona-chan?”
Donnie turned to see his younger sister, a spotted turtle peering into the kitchen. Her eyes gleamed curiously behind her green mask.
“Spica! Just in time!”
“What did you do?” She asked, looking around her at the kitchen.
The sink was full of pots and pans…
She wasn’t sure what he did. There were two pots on the stove.
“I made lunch!”
Donnie flashed her a proud smile, pleased with himself.
“One of your favorites, curry!”
“With what?!”
Spica hurried over, peering in. There was a pot of rice… Alright, normal enough.
Her eyes went to the curry and her heart sank.
She couldn’t identify anything in the murky, dark roux that she recognized. She stirred it… How much stuff had he put in this?
“What’s in here?”
“A little of this, a little of that… C’mon, Mikey chickened out. More for us, right?”
“Where’s Raph and Leo?”
“They went out when I started cooking. Something about an errand.”
Nii-chans… I HATE YOU!
Spica wanted to say no…
Then her big brother looked at her with that look on his face that said he was ecstatic right now.
She couldn’t shoot him down.
“...” She took a deep breath and put on her best smile. “Can’t… wait.”
oooooo
“DONNIE!!!”
Donnie winced as he stood in the doorway to his sister’s room.
Spica was curled up in Mikey’s lap, Raph and Leo on either side of them.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes widening in concern. “What happened!?”
Spica whimpered, her arms wrapped around her midsection.
“You made me sick!”
Donnie winced, guilt dropping into his stomach like an anvil.
“What!?”
“Your poisoned curry did this!” Mikey exclaimed.
“Don, I know you didn’t mean it…” Leonardo exhaled slowly.
Donnie hurried over, looking his little sister over.
“Spica, I am sorry! Are you okay?”
“My tummy hurts!! Dona-chan, you dummy!”
Donnie winced.
He deserved that.
“Can I do anything to make it up to you kiddo?”
Spica pouted, pointing at him.
“Never cook again!”
He couldn’t argue with that.
“Yeah…”
“And you owe me a Star Trek marathon.”
Donnie’s gaze softened, rubbing her head affectionately.
“I can do that too… How about you three?” He looked up at his brothers. “Do I get to live?”
Raph looked at Mikey.
“I dunno, does he?”
“Does he?” Mikey asked Leo.
Leonardo hummed in thought, rubbing his chin.
“Leo!” Don hissed.
“What does the empress say?” Leo asked.
“He can live.” Spica chuffed. “For now!”