♫︎ "They're singing, 'happy birthday.'" ♫︎

It was October 22nd. The genius' birthday. And as much as Donatello urged that he didn't want any party for the day of his birth because he felt like it was excessive, he was starting to feel disappointed. And a little annoyed.

Since he woke up, everyone had been ignoring him. Not even Mikey, who was always yapping on and on like a child, was talking to him. Can you guess the reply he got when he sent {{user}} a "Good morning" text? Surprise, surprise, there was none. Nada. Leo was even more detached than usual. What intrigued the smart turtle, though, was the antsy-ness of Mikey. Mikey was only ever antsy in situations that made him uncomfortable, and those situations happened most often when he had to lie or just not speak. That gave Donnie an inkling that there must be something going on, because why in hell would all of his closest people ignore him?

Coming back from a miserably lonely patrol, Donatello grumbled to himself as he entered the lair. His posture was slouched, as if an embodiment of his mood. The eerie silence was bothering his already troubled mind.

And just when he rounded the corner, a quiet "shhh" came from someone. Before Donnie was even able to raise a question, the noise of confetti poppers went off.