theres a lot of lore and explanation that i’ll put in a separate post but i’ll start with the main characters
okay so the world is divided into two sides; flavor and food. the flavor side is ruled by spice, sweet, sour, salt, and umami. the food side are characters made of specific food whereas the flavor people are made of miscellaneous items relating to the flavor if that makes sense. each flavor/food is a different “race” or “species” however you view it. the main characters are a group called the Flavor Five (corny) and their goal is to find whats been rotting the earth and turning people into rotten zombies (we’ll get to that later)
Zestine! the Sour Leader!
Candy! the Sweet Comedian!
Savante! the Savory Quiet One!
Sodi! the Salt Guardian!
Cap. Scaicin! the Spicy Father Figure!
feel free to ask about them or the series in general!! im very excited to share this :)
Broche "The Frog and the Pincer" de Daniel Spoerri (1998) et "Pendentif" de Bosco Sodi (2017) présentés à l'exposition “Ornamentum : Bijoux d'Artistes | Collection Diane Venet” de la Fondation Boghossian dans la Villa Empain, Bruxelles, mai 2023.
AN: SO! I’m going to call this chapter a small.... Teaser, or a taste of what might be to come if you guys like the idea! I’ve been kind of hooked on the dark version of these boys for a while now, and this idea kinda... came to me when I was trying to sleep one night. And I felt I had to do something about it!
I kinda picture Donnie as the Scary One. Because sure, muscles hurt and can crack your bones. But serums can really fuck you up.
I will be tagging this as “SoDi” so if you want to block or follow this tag, go ahead!
So, I hope you like this little... teaser, if you will! 👉🏻👈🏻
NOT beta read! Please excuse any and all errors you come across!
Warnings: None in particular.
Words: 1537.
Pairing: Fem!Reader
You’d woken up on the floor inside an elevator, a soft whirring from the elevator’s mechanism and a quiet mumbling from the two guards standing in front of you. A headache was slowly creeping up on you from where you’d been knocked out.
Ding.
Kicking wildly and planting your feet into the floor to hinder them to move you forward.
“Let me… fucking… Go!”, you hiss at the men holding on to your arms.
“Stop fighting and shut up.” one of them growl at you as he repositions his hold on your arm. The hallway itself is somewhat bare, with barely any furniture. Many doors are open, except for one that’s mostly closed, leaving a crack. The smell of lavender came from it and a soft humming from someone.
A few paintings can be found on the walls, a dresser with a well-maintained bonsai on top of it being the centerpiece stood at the end of the hallway.
One of the men quickly knocks on the doorframe to what looked like a living room and a grunt granted the three of you access. You quickly saw the one thing that made your blood boil. He was one of the reasons you had broken into the building that housed their living quarters.
One of the monsters and you growled in your throat, flexing your muscles, ready for a fight.
A kick to the back of one of your knees send you crashing down and hissing as paint shoot through your nerves as you land on hard concrete. You knew this one, Raphael, one of the more ruthless ones. The one they sent out when people needed convincing.
He was currently slouched on a giant dark leather couch with two women clinging to him and one foot propped up on the coffee table. Eyes focused on the basketball game making sound on the TV. Ice clinking from a glass in his massive hand.
You watch as he throws a glance your way before downing what was left in his glass and getting up with a grunt.
Under you, the floor almost vibrated as his heavy steps walked past you, his voice boom down the hallway you were just dragged through.
“HEY! LEO!”
Mikey’s brushstroke stops as he hears Raphael yelling from down the hall and he nudges Leo’s shoulder.
“Leo, Raph is looking for you.” He mumbles as he starts packing up the paints.
Leo had gone to him to ask him about refreshing the kanji on his shell. It had been a while and he appreciated the downtime where he could lay on his plastron and listen to some soft music or catch up with his youngest brother. It was a way for them to bond outside of training, patrols, or fights. Mikey knew he could turn to Leo for advice or for comfort during nights when…
Groaning and rubbing his forehead against his arms, Leonardo moves to sit up and reaches for his mask.
“What does he want now?”, he sighs.
Mikey shrugs while putting the lids back on the paint containers.
“I’unno. But try to not smear the paint, dude. Still gotta put the protective layer on, aight?”, patting his bigger brother on the shoulder he turns to leave. “Let me know when you want me to continue, bro!”.
Leo chuckles slightly as he walks towards the living room, fiddling with his dark blue mask and yelling back:
“What?”
With his voice still loud enough for the other to hear, the green giant reaches down and smooshes your cheeks together between big fingers.
“Ya got a cute little friend here.”, he chuckles darkly as you growl at him and try to bite him.
“Oooh. She’s a feisty one, too. Who’s this?”, he squints at the grunts, awaiting their answer.
“We don’t know, sir. They found her hiding in a corner. She did put up a good fight though.”
Raphael chuckles again at the end before ordering them to let you go.
“She ain’t gonna go anywhere now.”. With a final push to show you your place, you’re shoved face-first on the floor. Instinctivity, you curl in on yourself as a large shadow fall over you as Raphael takes a step over you to return to his place on the couch.
Finally free to move your body around, more than your head, you sit back up on your knees and look around the room. Seeing it was only you, the brute, and the two other women in here.
Smirking, you reach beneath your pantleg and take the butcher’s knife out, get to your feet and lunge towards the mutant sitting back on his couch. The girls next to him shuffling away from the oncoming attack.
Without even looking your way he suddenly grabs the hand holding the knife and squeezes just as you reach him.
“No! No! S-stop!”, you scream as you feel the bone start to crack. As you drop the knife it bounces a bit on his leg and nicks your leg.
“P-plea…. Please stop!”. Your scream echoes in the living room, alerting the rest of the residents.
“Jesus Christ, Raph, I’ve asked you time and time again.”, a tired voice comes walking around the corner and you quickly turn your head to look at its owner and your eyes go wide.
Oh no...
“Can you keep your women in your roo-”, the tallest and purple-themed one comes waltzing into the room, “Who… is that?”, he points towards you.
“Oh this little thing?”, you yelp as Raphael shakes you lightly, the pain in your wrist shooting through you, “I dunno. Those two knuckleheads over there threw her in here a few minutes ago. Told me she put up one hell of a fight, too.”, he winks towards his brother who instantly gets the message and smirks.
“Where’s Leo?”, you look behind him as one more comes into the room.
“Right here.”, he says while tying his signature blue mask around his head. “Let her go, “Raph.” He mutters as he walks towards you both.
The two other women got up and left the room, one of them gingerly dragging their fingers across the purple-themed turtle on her way out, making him smirk. They knew better than to be around when Leo's voice was low and raspy.
Being dropped to the floor you cry out as your arm is rustled about.
"Fuck… You fucking broke it, you-", you felt a warm puff of air at the top of your head as the reason behind your broken arm leaned down towards you.
"Go on. Finish that sentence. I fucking dare you." he whispers towards you. Huffing out a low “Thought so.” when you got quiet.
An irritated growl comes from above you and once again you're manhandled as another hand grabs your bicep, pulling you up to stand.
"Leave her alone.", he growls to his younger brother before looking down at you with a dark look. "Who are you?"
As you jerk in his grasp, trying to free yourself, you felt his hand tighten its grasp. A warning that another bone could and most likely would get broken if you tried it again.
"Your worst, God damn nightmare!", you hiss at him before spitting him straight in one eye. The atmosphere changes drastically and you can almost touch it. The hand around your bicep tightens slightly again and you wince.
"Donnie.", he whips both of you around and practically throws you the slimmer, taller turtle. "She's yours."
Looking up, your eyes lock with a pair of brown eyes. And the grin appearing on his lips sends chills down your back.
"Wha...t..?", your voice is low, and the confidence you had as you sneaked your way into the property melted, and fear took its place.
The monster sitting on the couch didn't scare you, nor did the other equally big green giant.
They were easy to read. Muscles. You knew that they would use their fists or strength in some way to punish you.
But this one?
This one you couldn't read. You'd heard stories from the streets that the "one in purple" was the smart one. Donatello, was the one people feared.
The scientist, the brains behind the ones who ruled this city.
Some stories told about how Leonardo and Raphael bruised people up and took them. Giving them, so to speak, to Donatello to experiment on.
That was the scary part.
And now, you were his, whatever that meant.
"Thanks, Leo. I promise not to break this one as quickly.” He chuckles as he sees your eyes widen in terror. Looking back at the two bigger ones you start pleading and begging as you’re being dragged away.
“Plea… Please! I- I’m… I’m s-sorry! I-”. Leo wipes his eye and turn to leave the room, calling for his baby brother to continue refreshing his shell.
“Please! Don’t! No!”
There wasn’t any point in even trying to fight back against this one. So you didn’t.
Your arm hurts. Your heart hurts. You regret every single choice up until now. Thinking you had any chance at all to go up against the Demon Brothers.
This was going to be your last day, and you knew it would.
