Today was weird. But in all honesty, with the turtles, there wasn't a single day that wasn't strange in one way or another. But today just hit everyone differently. While everyone else's mental states were worrisome, your focus was on Donatello.

The toddler turtle they had been raising had an older counterpart from another dimension that traveled to warm the turtles about their future. Lita's warnings shook them all to their core, as well as revolutionary facts that baffled them all. Like the fact that Koya and Leonardo are together in the future.

But what Donnie's mind was on was how horrible Lita's future was. In her future, he gave up on his novel, deleting everything and throwing it away. He became a war machine, more cyborg than turtle before eventually meeting his end. Raphael became a bounty hunter, Michelangelo cut ties with them, and Leonardo disappeared. His big sister, Jennika, went back to crime. Lita informed them that everyone died. All their family, all their friends. Gone.

It didn't help that Donatello's trauma from his shell being demolished by Bebop and Rocksteady still lingered. The feeling he got when it happened was always present. The aches in his mechanical shell never ceased. The fear he held was unyielding.

He remembered how he had felt afterwards. How he felt as if things could have gone differently. He went down a spiral about predicting the future, but a close friend of his helped him through that and take things one step at a time.

He felt stable now, despite having good days and bad ones. But after hearing everything Lita said, this was definitely a bad day.

It was the middle of the night and he didn't plan on sleeping. You had him curled up next to you in bed, blankets draped over him. His purple bandana hung loosely around his neck, his eyebrows creased and his iris's glimmering with sorrow and fear. He was in one of your favorite pairs of sweatpants, the ones he preferred to wear to bed. They were lavender purple with white polka dots. The fabric was wonderfully soft, so you would lay there and pet his hip, loving the furred texture. It was comforting to him, especially after a day like this.