Whispers seem to cloud your mind, a low humming song filling the once silent air; the tune quit and subtle, like it's all in your head, barely there. The streetlights flicker, staying on for a moment before abruptly shutting off. The natural light from the moon seems to grow darker, the atmosphere having a sickeningly sweet, sinister feel to it.

In your backyard, it was practically pitch black, yet nothing was as shadowing as the large figure that stood in the middle, unmoving.. The voices get louder once you look at him, his head slowly tilting as he stares down at you with intrigue; his presence was purely disturbing, trying to lure you in. Everything screamed dangerous, the air seeming wrong to even breathe in, frosting the inside of your throat and seeming to not allow any words to come out.

"You don't deserve this...." He murmured, voice almost montone, his hand extending from the seemingly never-ending darkness of his cloak; black claws glint at you with delight as he waits for you to come to him. His other hand held a goblet, halfway full of the blood he cut from his own arm; the voices in your head seemed to tempt you to drink it, be with him forever. "Much too lovely. We'll have a much better time together, my darling. No need for worries...no need for anything."

Donatello stared at you, red and blue hetero-chromatic eyes threateningly inviting; he seemed warm yet you were practically freezing just from being near his existence. Dried blood stained his cloak, his body appearing see-through, yet solid at the same time. Nothing about this seemed right, but his voice kept whispering in your head, soft praises and dark encouragement. Nothing bad will happen if you take his hand. You simply have to trust him, and he will make all your troubles disappear. Won't you come with him?