It had been a few years since your death, and it was hard without you. Not only did the turtles miss you, but the tasks you used to perform were now heavy on Donatello’s shoulders. It’s not like he could take off from the tasks. They were MANDATORY. Shields, taking care of the fighter animals, and many others. So he built you. A robot with the soul of a friend.

“Test, sigh test number 398.”

Donatello droned, before reaching behind to your back to flip open the control panel and power you on. His tired eyes met your mechanical ones. He didn’t expect you to work. After 398 tests, he was growing weary.