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[ Brother spotted off the port bow! Half of brother. (Don't think of Donnie actually severed at the torso, don't think of Donnie all twisted and Krang-y, we are having a normal one.)

Why couldn't he hear Donnie, if Donnie heard him? Donnie's hearing was on the fritz, too. (Maybe don't think about that either, we are having a normal one and a real one.) ]

It's not house arrest! It's-- [ A MUCH DIFFERENT THING THAT'S GOT MORE VALIDITY AND WILL MAKE EVERYONE AGREE WITH RAPH. Like uhhhhh ] Preserving your big brother's lifespan arrest! Look at yourself, you're a half-turtle right now! We're shavin' off months as we speak!

[ Points! Dramatically! For emphasis!

Ignores the many many times he has done dumb reckless things that would probably make their dad go bald if he'd been aware of them happening!

Fails to realize he's narratively setting himself up to get his ass handed to him! ]

There is obviously more of me out of sight! Ugh! [Reaches up and grabs Raph's ankle to start pulling him.] Just get down here and see!

[Not that Donnie could hope to move Raph on his own, but if Raph allows himself to be moved and pokes his head through that shadowy barrier, he'll see what Donnie's been exploring for those few minutes he's been no-contact.

An underground city. Not unlike the Hidden City in theory, but very unlike in appearance. A severe lack of wandering citizens, for one, missing the Hidden City's usual bustling air traffic of flying beasts and scuttling yokai. It almost seems abandoned, though still lit.

Also strange is the way that they have appeared in a hole on the ceiling, but are not falling to their (likely) deaths, instead suspended with the slightest force trying to push them out, as if dipping their heads beneath the water.] You see?

[ Raph allows it in the way that a very large dog might allow a kitten to bat at its ears while it chills on the floor. Like, okay fine, Donnie would probably not be yelling and bossing him around if he were actually Hypno-style sawed in half.

How many gotdang secret underground cities are they gonna find in this lifetime? It's getting out of hand.

You can really just see anything in New York. The internet was right. ]

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Droppin' a toaster on a town could be seen as a good-faith gesture, right?

I'm seventy-two percent sure it isn't, but who cares. Go push one of those fridges in here, I want to see which way it falls. [the gravity here is so fun. let him postulate]

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[ Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. ]

I will if you put a helmet on.

Safety first.

[ In what world would a helmet save him from a fridge-- actually they're mutant super soldiers maybe that just means they work like looney tunes. ]

I cannot wear a helmet while conducting a questionable gravitational experiment! It'll ruin my image. [he will go get a fridge his own damn self! climbs back up the demon hole]

What image?! You're like twelve!

[ GOTTEM...

Oh he's climbing away. Rude. Raph would start investing in little brother leashes but he knows full well all his brothers are too wily for those to work. ]

[HE IS LITERALLY SIXTEEN AND YOU ARE ONLY SEVENTEEN??? DO U THINK YOU ARE IN UR FORTIES WITH A MORTGAGE JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN DISPROPORTIONATELY RESPONSIBLE FOR MOST OF YOUR LIFE????? get over it

Donnie may have screeched some of that at Raphael but no one will ever know, because he's already crawled back through the hold like a possessed boy. Eventually the line still attached to Raphael via Donnie's belt goes taut, then seems to continue spooling as he presumably goes in search of a refrigerator to shove into the hole.

The city below is unnaturally still and quiet, a veritable ghost town (or perhaps a literal ghost town, who knows with these underground mystical metropolises. Metropoli. Whatever. There is nary a sound to be heard-

CLATTER

Oh except for that sound, followed only by what looks like a metal trash can lid rolling into view from a darkened alley far below.]

[ raph, eating wet floor salami and (realistically) some paper pulp that was a semi-sentient soldier a couple minutes beforehand: why am i the only mature mfer here

Donnie's incensed screeching is like whiny music to Raph's ears. Or more accurately it's generally reassuring for as long as it lasts. It's brotherly sounds. And brotherly sounds, especially 'secure enough to be bitching about something annoying Raph said or did to them' ones, are second banana perhaps only to like. Like.

'Woke up earlyish and can hear Pop humming in the kitchen' sounds.

Raph absorbs these screeches while he can since his little brother has now ONCE AGAIN YOTEN HIMSELF THROUGH A MAGIC HOLE AND OUT OF PERCEPTION!!!!!!!!! LEAVING RAPH ALONE! TO DIE!!!!!!! TO DIE AND/OR TO WORRY!!!

He misses having the whole squad. The fearsome foursome. Then there's always a guaranteed buddy system split instead of all this solo investigating. Raph's detective brain is on vacation to Fearville. All he wanted was to have an easy little errand run with his brother. Was that so much to ask for? Universe?

Anyway he probably also said literally all of that out loud because he's Raph and he likes to narrate to himself to calm himself down. He is king of telling himself how fine he is. Because he is. He's fine.

Barring one totally valid high-pitched oOoOoOoOooooo-! noise when he gets jumpscared by a distant trash can. He is literally in the distant super secret cave ceiling area in a post-invasion world, and yet he is intimidated. ]

Donnie! Donnie! [ The world's most dramatic pointless stage whisper, back at it again. ] Science this, science that, 'oh I wanna observe gravity stuff' and then all the real stuff to observe ain't even up there.

[ Raph what do you think gravity is, if not real stuff. ]

Well maybe tonight Raph observes and doesn't tell Donnie what's up. Show him what he misses by not makin' himself a helmet.

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im back from the void also

we are so powerful and so brave

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