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Donatello's Fantasy part 1 2k3 Contains no TOS violations He pulled hard against the restraints but they were thick around his wrists and ankles. Lifting his head, Don looked around him. The sights in Agent John Bishop’s lab were exactly the same as they’d been yesterday, and the day before, and a week ago. The only thing different was Donatello himself. Not the restraints that held him splayed out on a lab table, those were still as strong and secure as they’d been since he’d first been captured. What had changed was that there was now a ball gag in his mouth. Don lowered his head onto the hard surface of the

New York City, the city that never sleeps. A masquerade of lights forcing its denizens into a maddening yet never-ending dance. Many outsiders describe this city as a beautiful place, a metropolis of second chances and new beginnings. They have clearly been blinded by false promises. Promises of an American Dream turned into a nightmare. One such victim was a Japanese immigrant named Hamato Yoshi. He came to this mystical place with his wife and daughter, searching for a new life away from the hardships of their former home. They were hopeful, yet naïve. His wife, Tang Shen, would watch over their three year old daughter, Miwa, as they t

   Donnie twisted himself, curling up into a ball.  He could feel the bile rising up in his throat, and he clenched ahold of his blanket, squeezing it as tightly as he possibly could.  His voice was gone, and as much as he wanted to call out for help, he couldn’t.     The pain in his spine spread throughout him, and Donnie tried to catch a breath.  His muscles were contracting, and it felt like his skin was boiling.  In fact, he assumed he had to be hallucinating, as his skin was actually bubbling.  Hallucinating...it was just a side affect of the pain...   Tears poured down Donnie’s cheeks as his back arched, and he gasped as

Things had been pretty slow up topside for the turtles. The Purple Dragons hadn't been doing much, nor the Foot clan. The boys were restless down in the lair. They had decided to do a patrol for some action, but the city was just dead tonight. It was in the middle of summer, so it was plenty warm outside to enjoy the warm night air. "I wish there would be some action out here!" Raph shouted. "Me too." Said Mikey. "For once though, I'd much rather have nothing happen from our normal enemies. I'm tired of having my shell kicked by the Foot. We have been fighting them way too much lately." Don said. "And now they're doing nothing." Raph sai

The turtles' main enemies, Shredder and Krang and their hench mutants hadn't been seen for a couple weeks. Before Donatello's incident, the boys had only been dealing with street thugs mostly. But now, they were one turtle short. The turtles and Splinter were staying with Donatello all the time at the clinic until he would be well enough to go home. It had only been 2 days since Donny had awoken from his three day sleep. April had been really busy for the past several days and hadn't contacted her friends, but when there was a report that a power plant had been broken into downtown, April looked at the printed results first and then contact