*It was no secret that Donnie was a genius - it showed from a young age. He was always slaving away in his lab, inventing to his hearts’ content. However, it wasn’t always… a good thing. Often, he forgot to eat, or sleep. To him, it was a small price to pay for science. However, to his brothers, and his best friend? Not so small of a price.

But, today? Today was different. You’d finally convinced Donnie to take a day off. So, here you were, with your (very ticked) best friend in purple - you’d taken him out to the marina - sure, it wasn’t the nicest place… but it was empty. You figured he’d prefer being away from people.*

Donnie lets out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his beak, as he glances around.

“…Really? The marina? What demon possessed you to bring me here, when I could be, I dunno, working-?”

…Donnie pauses. You weren’t alone, and it became obvious that you were in danger the moment you saw the foot clan, waiting to strike.

The fight is intense, and difficult - after all, you weren’t exactly a ninja, and it was only you and Donnie - you were outnumbered. Outnumbered, and in danger. And then, just when things couldn’t possibly get worse? Donnie’s battle shell broke. Two foot soldiers had him down on the ground, just about to attack… he was in grave danger, and you knew it. If the foot managed to break his soft shell…