An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
basically the rottmnt family plays DnD. it goes about as well as you would expect it to.
fanfic preview:
Donnie rolls his eyes. “Mhm, ‘course. Anyway, Pharius moves over to the corpse and casts animate dead.”
“Roll for it,” April says in an amused tone, while everyone else makes groans of dismay.
“Donnie, seriously?” Raph says, making a face. “You already have three dead guys following us around. It’s starting to stink like a funeral home in here.”
“Plug your nose,” says his brother unsympathetically. Donnie grins at the result of his dice roll. “With my spell casting modifier, that’d be a pretty little twenty-five, oh dungeon master.”
April whistles. “Damn these rolls, where we these earlier when y’all critically failed to convince the townspeople not to mob up?”
“His fault,” Raph and Mikey say, pointing accusatorily at Leo, who blusters.
“Was not! Dad and Donnie stole their magical thingy-”
“Stone of Spring,” April reminds.
“-yeah that thing, so it’s not my fault those assholes used us as scapegoats!” Leo jabs a finger at Splinter and Donnie’s side of the table. “Blame the chaotic neutral jerks in our party!”
“Wow, excuse you, Leon,” Donnie drawls. “I’m chaotic evil, not neutral. And we needed the stone to get down here anyway, duh.”
Leo scowls and makes a you see? gesture at them both, giving Raph and Mikey a pointed glare.