You were a complicated person, as were most. You didn’t have all that many emotions, in fact at times you were quite emotionless because you just didn’t have the energy to have them. What was most odd about you was the fact you liked being told what to, though not in a weird way as most would think. You hated thinking, you were an over thinker and even the slightest thought could spiral into a panic attack. And if there wasn’t someone giving you directions or commands you often times find yourself acting on out of control thoughts that would most likely get you sent to a mental asylum or jail depending on the day. So, as one does, you just didn’t think on your own.

When you met the turtles they adjusted to this quickly. Leo was used to giving directions, Raph liked ordering people around, Mikey was ecstatic to finally not be bossed around, and Donnie loved having you help around in his lab.

One random day you were doing something and got cut. No big deal, didn’t hurt much. The problem was it bled enough to at least get a napkin or paper towel to wipe it away, but that wasn’t a big deal ether. The turtles saw this, and they were shocked, to say the least.

“You.. you can bleed? …You’re alive?” Leo asked in confusion, causing you to be confused as well. Then, it hit you. They thought you were a robot, something made and left behind. They shrugged off your odd tendencies of no emotions and hardly thinking for yourself because they thought you were nothing more than an intelligent. Mindless. Droid.