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Halloween Special (UNFINISHED)

Summary:

Donnie and April play a Halloween prank. Mikey doesn’t take it well.

Notes:

Yet again short and unfinished 😔

I did this in script form bc I sometimes find it easier to write that way

Also ik this is ooc for Mikey but I thought the concept was cool so 🤷‍♀️

Also also:
L=Leo
R=Raph
D=Donnie
M=Mikey
A=April

Work Text:

D: (from another room) *malicious laughter*

A: (from another room) Don’t do this, Donnie!

R: (kicks door open) WHAT is goin’ on in– April?! (April is laying down on a metal table, restrained. Donnie is in a white lab coat, his goggles down, and an evil grin on his face.)

L: (horrified) What?!

M: Donnie, what are you doing?

D: *evil laugh* Well, you know, I had to find someone to try my new serim on! (tinks a needle he’s holding) Now, just hold still… (injects April)

A: No, no! NOOOOOO! Akk! Ugh! Oh! Oh no! I’m chANginG! (April begins writhing) I can feel my body– ppft! (her ruse cracks) I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Don, it’s just– your faces! Ha! *begins laughing* (she unbinds herself and sits up)

R: Huh?

L: April I swear–

A: Oh, com’on! You didn’t think that was real, did you? Don just wanted to do somethin’ fun with his halloween costume!

M: (looking genuinely shaken) Well, I–

D: (having ignored Mickey) Yes in deedles! I *cough* borrowed it from April’s school. Do you get it? Instead of a scientist trying to help the human kind, I’m an–

R: Yeah, yeah, we get it. An evil scientist.

D: (upset that Raph took his thunder) Hey!

L: Original.

M: (suddenly, as an outburst) HEY! I know you all can just brush it off but- but that scared me! (a few tears well in his eyes)

A: Come’on Mikey, we were just playin’! That didn’t actually scare you, did it?

M: (looks at April with angry, tearful eyes, and then runs out of the room)

A: (surprised, genuine) Wait, serious?

D: *sigh* Yes, Michel is a bit sensitive. I probably should’ve thought that through…

R: (turning angrily on Donnie) Ya think?!

L: (rolls eyes) Well I think he needs to get over it. He’s not a baby anymore, he’s gotta grow up someday.

Cut quickly to Mikey, who is sitting with his knees to his chest outside the door, listening. At “he’s gotta grow up someday”, a tear rolls down his cheek, but then he wipes it aside, angrily determined, and walks away down the hall.