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Michelangelo had retreated back to the lair, he had become short with his brothers; his love for April swelled into his heart.
But he knew it was never to be.
I mean?! April was a human and he was… A giant freaking turtle born from radiation and the DNA of an expelled Asian man.
Or rat, how could he insult his sensei? His father, he, no not just he, they all loved splinter; he WAS more than a sensei he was their father.
Without his dna, they wouldn’t exist and neither would be ninja masters.
His feet pattered against the smooth concrete of the sewer’s, the disgusting murky water flowing next to him Jesus how could they still smell good when they lived in literal shit.
When he entered the lair, he threw off his trenchcoat and fedora, and watched as the fabric that once disguised him poorly fell to the floor. Without a care he trailed to his room, and he slammed the door behind him; he undid his orange mask and hung it on the bed post, he was tired.
He needed a drink.
He slyly crept out of his room and towards the fridge, where the booze was at; Mikey grabbed the bottle and tore the cap off using his teeth.
He slinked back to his room and sat on his bed, mikeys eyes caught themselves in the cool reflective glass.
Michelangelo didn’t see a cool ninja that kids looked up to, he saw a pathetic lonely loser who had a crush on a girl who would never love him.
“Fuck my life…” Mikey said sheepishly before taking a swig.
Then another.
And another.
He swigged the bottle until it was empty. After that, he threw the bottle against his wall, shattering instantly.
He threw himself onto his bed, and fell asleep.
God would he suffer tomorrow, April was over.
Over to hang out with Leonardo.