“It’s alright, Shimmy. Just a nightmare. I’ll be fine,” she gave a nervous smile. “Go back to beddy-bye.”
She snuggled back into the pillow to pretend she was about to do the same.
But Shimmer didn’t. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Demencia’s waist, gently running her hands along her belly in small little movements. She nuzzled her head in Dementia’s neck, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Well, I can’t now. I don’t want you to go through that again. You were on the verge of screaming, Dem…”
The last thing Sunset expected to see was something so… well equipped. “Wow…” she said in awe as she approached the turnstile. “This place looks aw- oof!” She let out a soft grunt as her abdomen hit the turnstile, feeling it not budge. She gripped it in her hands and gave it a hard tug, grunting slight.
Finally she gave up and with a grunt, she quickly gave a side jump over it and landed gracefully on her feet. “Hehe… sorry. Anyways, this place is awesome! How long have you four been down here?”
{~🔬 Donatello hides a subtle laugh behind his hand, but let her move on her own. A gentle smile crossing over his features as he waits for her to join him before moving toward his lab.
“Well, our lives honestly. Our Father kept us down here to keep us safe there were…beings that wanted to take us because of what we were…he didn’t want that so we just kind of…built our home down here.”
Donatello lifts his shoulders in a shrug, as if it’s no big deal. This place is home, it always has been and always will be.
Opening the door, he reveals a make shift lab that had all the tools of a real lab but held the look of a garage found at an auto shop. All kinds of half built trinkets and even full inventions. Notes, blueprints scattered around, books and different vials that held different chemicals.
“Sorry about the…chaos, I didn’t have time to really organize anything. My motion sensors went off and I wanted to check and see what it was. Normally it’s just a homeless person seeking shelter from the weather that wandered to close but never actually made it this far.” 🔬~}
Sunset ran her fingertips along the punching bag resting in a corner, made to look like a makeshift human. Taking a quick stance, her right fist shot out at the bag in a blur, a loud “CRACK!” echoing through the lair, almost sounding like a gunshot, the bag swinging violently back and forth. “Huh… seems sturdy enough…” Sunset said to herself, popping her knuckle.
“What, like the government?” She asked with a raised brow as she made her way into the lab.
When she entered, she almost lost her breath. “Wow…” she said in awe. “Donnie, this is awesome!” She gave a small jog over to where a giant tank looking thing sat at one end of the room. “Where did you get all this she asked, turning away from the vehicle and now looking at the various things strewn about.
From everything Autumn knew about sleep and people, that was bad. Very bad. Sunset was probably hallucinating at this point.
“Sunset, we’ve got to get you to sleep lickety-split then. Why don’t you lie down and I’ll make you some hot cocoa?”
“NO! Have to… Have to stay awake… HAVE TO STAY AWAKE!” She cried. “If I close my eyes… it SEES ME! Can’t fall asleep! DON’T WANT TO!”
“Sunset, you’re making yourself ill!” Autumn exclaimed.
With preternatural strength the smaller woman grabbed the taller one and pulled her away from the ‘penguin’ and gave her a shake to snap her out of her delusional daze.
Sunset felt herself get pulled away from the “penguin” as she turned back to Autumn, fear in her eyes. “Don’t… don’t make me sleep! Please! I don’t wanna go to sleep!”
“Oh… there are more of you?” Sunset asked curiously. “I mean, meeting a walking turtle isn’t the strangest thing I’ve ever gone through. If we’re comparing strangeness, then I’ll probably take the whole cake.”
“And I take it Mikey is a friend of yours?” She asked, looking behind her ever so often… just in case.
{~🔬 Donnie glances over at her, and gives a sheepish laugh. Gently rubbing the back of his head in nervousness before shifting his gaze away.
“Yeah, my brothers and me. There’s four of us. My eldest brother is Leonardo but you can call him Leo. My second eldest brother is Raphael, also known as Raph. My younger brother is Michelangelo, the one I mentioned as Mikey.”
He stops at the turnstiles which lead to a place that looks akin to living area.
Very similar to how a home would look, television, couch, video games, even a training area. The soft sounds of an arcade game fills the otherwise silent lair.
“C’mon Sunset. My lab is over here.”
Effortlessly leaping over the turnstile, the purple banded turtle carefully turns to look back to see if she might need some help getting over or through them. 🔬~}
The last thing Sunset expected to see was something so… well equipped. “Wow…” she said in awe as she approached the turnstile. “This place looks aw- oof!” She let out a soft grunt as her abdomen hit the turnstile, feeling it not budge. She gripped it in her hands and gave it a hard tug, grunting slight.
Finally she gave up and with a grunt, she quickly gave a side jump over it and landed gracefully on her feet. “Hehe… sorry. Anyways, this place is awesome! How long have you four been down here?”
Sunset looked up at Donatello as he stood to his full height. Whoa. He was… tall. She stood up next to him and gave him a soft smile as she said. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Donnie. My name is Sunset. Sunset Shimmer. A bit strange, I know but… yep.”
“So… what exactly are these things?” Sunset asked.
{~🔬 Donnie starts walking toward the lair, making sure to keep the girl close to him so she doesn’t fall behind or get lost in the sewers again. Though it is troubling to find out that the squirrel-a-noids are back. Mikey will definitely not like that…not that he doesn’t have a way to stop them. It will be tracking them down that’s the issue.
“They were regular squirrels before the got into some mutagen that was scattered across the city. We were trying to track it down before that happened but…unfortunately we were unable to get to all of them in time which resulted in…the mutated squirrels.”
He crosses his arms over his plastron and narrows his eyes a bit before slipping from the sewer into the abandoned subway portion that led to the lair.
“Mikey dubbed them the squirrel-a-noids from his alien genre comic books…which were strangely accurate and aided in clearing them out the first time.”
Maybe he should get his brothers expertise once more… 🔬~}
“Oh… there are more of you?” Sunset asked curiously. “I mean, meeting a walking turtle isn’t the strangest thing I’ve ever gone through. If we’re comparing strangeness, then I’ll probably take the whole cake.”
“And I take it Mikey is a friend of yours?” She asked, looking behind her ever so often… just in case.
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