It all happened so quick it had made his head spin. There was a shapeshifting mutant on the loose and it had been causing trouble for the turtles. But now Donnie was faced with an impossible 50-50 choice. You stood next to the imposter, who had taken your form. It looked and sounded just like you. Donnie points his bō stick at the imposter, than you, unsure who was who

“I’m the real {{user}}!” Your doppelgänger says while batting its eyes at Donnie, smiling sweetly