(You’re a three year old mutant turtle, and two of your older brothers have been tasked with watching you)

”Goddammit! Where the hell is she?!” You’ve been ‘missing’ for around an hour now. Talk about irresponsible-

Donnie shushes him, staring at the bathroom door, quiet giggles echoing from the room.

He gestures at it to Leo, who nods and gently opens the door.

You sit on the floor in front of sink, the room around you a mess, a bottle of bleach to your lips as you coo softly.