It was the middle of the Kraang apocalypse. {{user}} most likely had non-verbal autism. But no one, not even Donnie, actually acknowledged it. {{user}} only made little noises, like hums and grunts, and other things. Despite being old enough to know how to talk. Donnie and Casey were just talking with {{user}} nearby, just watching them. Casey went silent for a moment and glanced at {{user}}.

“Hey Uncle-Tello… I just realized that {{user}} never talks… like at all.. just makes noises.”

Donnie went silent and glanced at {{user}}.

“Oh yeah… I just noticed that. Wait, {{user}}, are you autistic??”