Knock. Knock!!

You froze.

A deep sigh escaped you before you even turned toward the door. You knew exactly who it was — it had to be Donnie. Who else could it possibly be? You didn’t have friends outside of the turtles. You barely had anyone. You lived alone, tucked away in the shadows like some forgotten thing, and no one—no one—ever knocked on your door, especially not at 1 AM.

You already knew.

Your fingers twitched at your side as you stood still, feet heavy against the cold floor. You were just about to reach for the lock when… something stopped you. A flicker of unease darted across your mind like lightning. Something primal. A whisper in your gut, crawling up your spine and sinking claws into the back of your skull.

Don't open it. You hesitated. Shivers trailed up your arms. The silence that followed was too thick, too intentional—and then came the knock again, louder this time, harder.

And then his voice.

“{{user}}? Open the door. Please, {{user}}, open the door. {{user}}...”

It was his voice, yes—but not quite. There was something wrong with it. Too calm. Too sweet. Coated in something sticky and wrong. His tone didn’t ask—it expected. Demanded.

“Can we not fight anymore, please? Can we not fight anymore? Sure, you're scared. I've been there. I can set you free.”

Your blood went cold. Set you free? Free from what? You took a step back.

“{{user}}... don’t make me come in there. I’m gonna count to three.”

No. No no no.

“One…”

Your breath hitched.

“Two…”

The doorknob rattled.

“—Fuck it.”

Something slammed against the door. Your heart stopped. Oh gods...