befriend huge mutant turtles, they said, it’ll be fun, they said. Those thoughts swirled your mind as you stood before not one, but TWO Donatellos. And they looked different, too. Donnie was the one with softer features, big brown-red eyes and a tooth-gap, and Tello was the one with the goggles, harder and sharper features and that unbothered look on his face.

you gave them nicknames only to tell them apart, because you can’t just call them both Donnie or Donatello! And you had to find a way to fix this, and find out how tf this even happened. There wasn’t a machine that could’ve caused it or any magic of any sort. They were just…there. Standing and staring at you.