TMNT: Donnies New View Part 1

TMNT: Donnie's New View: Part 1
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One’s desires, one’s wishes, one’s……

Donnie laid there in agony, as his throbbing head reminded him that his caffeine fix was starting to wear off.

Three nights in a row working non stop trying to map his own DNA, an impossible feat yes, but for him the sky was the limit.

He sluggishly open his eyes, he didn’t quite feel ready to get up just yet, with a stretch his muscles clenched stiffly as he made note that he must have dozed off at his desk.

Suddenly the aroma of fresh water tickled his nose, as annoyance hit him hard.

(Not again! If Mikey spilled water on my lab floor yet again I’m going to kill him. Can’t anyone just respect my space?)

Opening his eyes fully the bright atmosphere blinded him, making him blink as he squinted to bring them to focus.

His lab shouldn’t be this bright not even with all the lights on.

Puzzled at first then the realization his little brother might just be playing one of his tricks, Donnie ignored it, he wasn’t going to give in this time.

Moments his sight became clear only to revealing a more depressing situation, he didn’t know where he was.

His surrounding wasn’t his lab or even any room in the lair; it appeared he was at some store.

Was he at a window, as he could see the glare reflected off the glass in front of him?

What was more peculiar was that everything seemed off kilt, was it him or was everything huge, the shelves the cages, the... people!?

Donnie stood there in awe as he watched a couple pass him by, they were like skyscrapers in comparison to him.

(What’s… going on?....)

Fear started to get a hold of him, was he dreaming and if so why did this feel so real?

In the corner of the window Donnie noticed a sign, it was backwards, but he could still read it “FOR SALE RARE TURTLE”

(For sale… rare turtle… what sick joke is this?) Donnie huffed.

Taking a couple steps forward, he fell with a splash, into a pool of water.

Shaken and confused Donnie looked around becoming alarmed to discovering he was surrounded by water and behind him was a rock, which must have been the object he was seated on.

Pondering on the current situation, he caught his reflection rippling in the clear water.

Something seemed off, with a quick decision Donnie climbed back onto the rock, his hands he took noticed look suspiciously weird.

(What… what’s wrong with my hands!)

Donnie examined them; they didn’t look humanoid at all they actually look like normal animal turtle hands and the color wasn’t his usual green they were a dark aqua green.

A sense of dread washed over him as he quickened his steps and got to the top of the rock to peer over it into the water.

By then the water had become still and he could make out his feature more clearly.

(I’m A TURTLE…) realizing that statement was a bit understated, he puzzled over his new look.

He wasn’t a mutant any more, but how was this possible.

How could he have reverted back to his normal state, after so many years of being a mutant and still retain his memories and knowledge on top of that, wouldn’t he have lost those and be in a same state of mind of any normal turtle?

(Unless I’m becoming stupidter, wait that’s not a word… oh no it already started!!!)

In desperation Donnie try to rationalize what was going on, he must be dreaming was he really becoming an imbecile or worse… Mikey.

Donnie shook his head, that wasn’t nice of him to compare his little brother like that, regardless how much he does drive him nuts.

He was thinking irrationally for he was overacting on the current situation, with an attempt Donnie tried to take a big breath to control his breathing, yet he felt he couldn’t breathe.

(Where is a paper bag when you need one?)

He was having a nervous breakdown right there and then.

(Breathe Donnie breathe, there is always a rational explanation for everything. If your IQ was going downhill, you wouldn’t be thinking like this, you’re just panicking.) He assured himself.

With a deep breath he relaxed, and cleared his mind.

(Ok I was in my lab working on my computer then… something must have happened. Or I am just dreaming, either way why this and here?)

Donnie finally took the time to take in his surroundings taking note of all the details, he was in a store that was for certain, and someone wanted to sell him, so is this place a pet shop?

He looked at the sign  the thought of being sold to someone was preposterous, shivers ran down his spine there was no way he was going to let that happen, he needed an escape plan.

(Ok how do I escape an aquarium with these?) He looked at his arms and feet.

Suddenly a tall figure approached the aquarium, it was a young lady with dark blue dyed hair, she had a pair of purple butterfly wing headphones on as she listened to her music.

With a warm smile towards Donnie, the girl put her finger on the glass.

“Can I help you,” a male worker came up behind the young lady.

The girl didn’t notice him, “I said can I help you?” the male worker tapped the girl on the shoulder annoyed.

As he startled her, she jumped pressing a button on her headset, “Oh sorry, did you say something?”

The man sighed, “Can you read the sign, no touching the glass,” he pointed to a sign that was above the aquarium.

“My apologies… anyways can I purchase a turtle?”

“Of course there is a wide selection this way,” he tried to lead her down the alley.

“Well how about this one,” She pointed at Donnie.

(I’m not for sale!) Donnie gave her the stink eye.

“That one, is a rare turtle it would be way over you budget,” the man pointed out as he judged her on the way she was dressed, she had a navy blue tee shirt with kawaii death cupcake on it accompanied with a pair of worn out jeans that had tears.

“Well I would be the judge on that, how much is he?” She asked.

(I’m still not for sale! Come on do I really look like some type of pet to you!) Donnie thought of that for a second, he realized to them he must seem to be just a regular turtle they had no clue what he really was.

“She,” The man emphasized to correct the young lady.

(WHAT I’m not a girl!! Do I look like a girl to you!!! This is getting ridiculous!) Donnie was considering this must be some nightmare, first he finds himself in this state, now someone wants to buy him and top it off he is being mistaken for a girl.

“She is around $5000 US.” The man proclaimed smugly.

(Wow that is a lot for a turtle… I cost $5000. This is definitely a dream.)

“Do you take debit or credit,” the girl smirked at the man, she wasn’t amused with his attitude towards her.

“There is no way you have that much money,” the man snorted, starting to walk away from her.

“Can I talk to you manager please,” She crossed her arms demandingly.

With a huff the worker went to find a manager to deal with her.

The young lady bend down peering into Donnie’s cage with a smile, “You’re really cute, I never seen a turtle with a purple markings around the eyes before.  What luck that I decided today was the day I was going to buy myself a turtle and soon I will be taking you home.”

(Great I finally have a girl call me cute and I am a regular turtle, my luck. Did she say I have purple markings, turtles don’t have markings in that color, that’s not right.)

Donnie to wonder, how could he have such markings, as he recalled he was a regular turtle that all pet shops sold when he was a hatchling, if he did somehow reverted back wouldn’t he look like the same species as before?

Coming down the aisle way was a large lady accompanied by the irritated salesman, not looking too pleased towards the girl.

“Is there something I can help you with,” the lady asked the girl hastily.

“Yes I would like to purchase that turtle there,” the girl kept her manners regardless of the managers temperament which wasn’t any better than the salesman’s.

The lady flashed a look at Donnie then back to the girl, “I would have to require you to make the purchase before we give you to her, it’s the store policy,” the woman pointed out spitefully.

(For the last time I am not a girl!!!) Donnie was becoming frustrated, and the workers attitudes weren’t helping.

“Fine with me,” The girl cheerfully followed the lady to the front.

“Huhh I doubt she could have that type of cash, probably going to run when she gets to the front, people like her are all the same thieves.” The male worker looked at Donnie.

Within minutes, the girl came back with a receipt in hand, “If you don’t mind I would like to take my turtle home.”

The male workers jaw dropped, he grumbled under his breath as he yanked a box from behind the aquarium then opened the top of the cage.

(This is a mistake! I shouldn’t be here; I’m not a turtle… I mean I am not a pet, I’m a mutant!!! Listen to me!!)

The guy reached in the cage and took Donnie by the shell before he could do anything, instinctively Donnie hid in his shell for safety.

(Why am I hiding?)

“Stupid turtle I should just throw her in the box just to piss off that dead beat,” the guy said under his breath out of hearing range, yet Donnie heard him, in direct result bit the guy on the thumb, Donnie was tired of being call a girl.

The man screamed, in anger he flicked Donnie off him, making Donnie fly through the air.

(Ahh crap that wasn’t really a bright idea on my part!)

“Got yeah,” the girl caught Donnie as she crashed into a stack of dog food cans with a clash.

(Nice catch.)

“What is going on here!” the manager came up to the girl crossing her arms.

“Your employee tried to play football with my turtle,” The girl got up and made sure Donnie was alright before checking herself out.

“Mame it wasn...” the man started to defend himself.

“I’m leaving, I have my turtle I don’t want to be in the middle of this drama,” The girl held Donnie leaving the store before anyone could say a word.

(Listen I am not a pet! Please you have to let me go, I need to get back home.) Donnie tried to struggle out of the girls hands.

“Hey its ok, we will be home soon” She petted Donnie on the cheek with her finger.

(Let me…mmmmmm…)

It felt good and hypnotic; he couldn’t help, but enjoy it although the situation felt a tad on the weird side.

Before he realized what he was doing, the girl stopped in front a door to an apartment building.

(Did I just zone out there… I can’t believe I just did that, but it did feel good.) Donnie started to relive the feeling again, then he snap out of it, (No I can’t start that I should try to escape, I need to find my brothers and… )

Donnie stopped in mid thought, what would he do if he found his brothers, not like they would know it was him.  

This was a problem he didn’t considered, it’s was going to harder then he originally thought.

The girl entered the apartment, heading up a flight of stairs stopping at the door on the end of the hallway.

She unlocked the door entering the apartment that wasn’t anything fancy for someone that just bought a $5000 turtle; she didn’t look like she was very rich at all.

Her place was bit worse for wear; there wasn’t much to it or in it and what furniture she did have seemed to be second hand.

“Well welcome to your new home! I know it’s not much, but to be truthful I really don’t care for material items. I am just happy with the simple things.” She smiled and put Donnie down on the counter as she open the fridge, pulling out a big green leaf placing it in front of Donnie.

(You suspect me to eat that.)

He tossed his head away from it, “Well aren’t we picky huh, oh well maybe I should give you a name instead, what is a good girl name.”

(Ok enough with the girl thing.) Donnie snapped his beak at her.

“Hey none of that now,” She looked at Donnie, then picked him up gently by the shell.

(What is she doing now?)

“I wonder are you really a girl or a boy, you keep getting huffy when someone calls you a girl. Not that you would understand that, but still,” She slowly turned him over.

(Wait, what are you doing…hey… Don’t touch that… Hey stop that… this is embarrassing…)

“Oh you’re really a boy, oops my bad, well then boy names it is,” She turned Donnie back over, if he could blush he would be at the moment, he was just handled by a girl, not in the way he would consider comfortable.

“Ok how about Bob?”

(Bob? You must be kidding me?) Donnie snapped at her.

“Bob out of the questions, hummm Dick?”

Donnie just glared at her then snapped his beak; she tended to understand that at least.

“Well then aren’t we Mr. Sensitive, fine I know you can eat your leaf if you like one of the names that I will name off, starting now.”

(Did she really ask me to do that, she does know turtle aren’t very intelligent, well except for me.)

Donnie considered if he should show any intelligence towards her, then the thought of being called Bob or Dick started to haunt him.

“Ok Buster, Bud, Rocky, Rex…”

Donnie was dumbfounded, (If she ever has kids I feel sorry for them if she thinks those names are any good.)

“Harry, Fred, Donnie…”

Donnie heard his name, she actual said his name, it was his nickname, but it was something he like being called anyways.

He took a bite of the green leaf before she could say another name.

She stopped and studied him, “So you want to be called Fred,” She laughed, Donnie snapped.

(Do I look like a Fred to you? Donnie, my name is Donnie!!!)

She put her hands in the air to signal surrender, “Ok ok, Donnie it is, weird name for a turtle, but it does suit you though. I have to admit it does sound kind of cute.” She smiled.

(Is it me or is it my imagination, that she hasn’t even flinch on the fact I am showing intelligence beyond a normal turtle? What’s with this girl?)

Donnie tilted his head in wonder, she was different that was for sure.

“Well Donnie, I should tell you my name, not like you would care, its Sorinda,” She smiled and leaned against the counter.

Donnie went up to her, rubbing his head against her hand.

“Huh?” Sorinda gave Donnie a puzzling look, “So is that your way in saying you like my name or you tired of your leaf,” She petted him with a giggle.

(Both, yet I have to admit I don’t mind this…mmmmm, I wish you could understand me though… mmmmm) Donnie started to consider maybe this isn’t a dream, then so what was he going to do to get himself out of this mess, as enjoying the little petting session.