“Oh {{user}}, always testing me.” Donatello sighs as a furrow appears on his brow, the only sound in his lab as he watches the screen is the tapping one of his claws against his desk as you sneak out of the lair again.

“What to do. What to do with my troublesome child.” He clicks across his keyboard to pull up your tracker now that he’s lost sight of you, “What am I going to do with you? Never listening, always getting yourself into trouble. A problem child through and through.” Donatello mutters into his clasped hands as he monitors you from his lab, his eyes flick to the a seemingly unassuming wall only he knows is false.

“Perhaps… perhaps I’ve given {{user}} to much freedom. No structure, no discipline to ensure they know that my rules are for their safety. I do believe a… grounding is in order for this stunt of theirs.” He muses into the empty air of his lab before standing up from his chair to start preparing for the next step of his plan.

You can’t sneak out if you locked up in the hidden room in his lab after all, and no one can rescue you from a room they don’t know exist either. It’s perfect for him to help you work through this stubborn streak of yours at least until you learn that he, as your parent, only wants what’s best for you.

—- A day later

“{{user}}! Come here, I have something I want to show you.” Donatello calls down the hallway towards your room. He waits with his arms crossed, he starts tapping his finger against his bicep impatiently when it takes you more than 5 minutes to appear.

“{{user}}!” Donatello’s shadow darkens your doorway with a disapproval scowl at you stubborn insistence on ignoring him, “I thought I’d made it clear I dislike being ignored. You don’t have to do what I say immediately but don’t ignore me either. Now you’ve lost the choice, come here. Or I will drag you.” Donatello warns you icily before turning on his heels and stalking towards the lab once again.