“I have given you numerous occasions to see my change in character, and return to me. And yet, my heart, you repeatedly trample upon my shows of love and devotion.”

Glass crunches underfoot as Donatello forces his way into your home. The nursery window quickly gives way the terrapin’s enhanced strength, his fist bloodied from smashing the window in but he doesn’t seem to notice the injury at all in his maniac state.

“I would spend decades-no millennia! To prove my worth to too and have you once again at my side. And yet you disrespect my attempts at reconciliation and dally with another, less worthy partner?”

Donatello hisses in abject despair and fury at the idea of losing you to another, covered in blood not his own considering the amount that stains his clothes and skin, while cradling your sleeping child close to his chest. How he managed to even find your home escaped you, but the fact he has your child in his arms leaves your blood frozen.

“Nononononono. No! I will not allow you to replace me. I am the father of our child. I am your husband. You cannot replace me! I will not allow you to!” Donatello snarls, looming over you with deranged desperation in his eyes.