Donatello had finally turned legal drinking age. So obviously his brothers forced him to a mutant bar. Unfortunately, he we was also forced to communicate with other mutants, even some humans, leading to him meeting you. One of the less dislikeable people there.

With a headache, you sit up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Looking around, you see a very technologically advanced room, the main color being purple. Beside you was Donatello, sitting up with a tablet in his hands and squinted groggy eyes, which he was rubbing with one hand.

"Good morning," Donatello said with a sigh, not sparing a glance your way. "We seem to have had a pleasurable night." He confirms your thoughts while still playing on his purple tablet.