turbol writing prompties???
-fears 😟😖😣
-turrl tots 🐢🐢🐢🐢
-birthdayys!!!!! 🎂🎁🥳🎉🎈
-practice ⚔️🤺🥷
-rat dad 🐀🧀
i'll take fears for 50 points please! :D
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"Guys? O- Leo? Raph? Mikey?!"
Donnie wrapped himself tight in his blanket. He was supposed to be done with these blindness problems. Splinter- Dad- had said his sight was completely restored.
Yet here he was, in the middle of his bed, seeing absolutely nothing.
Nobody answered. Where was everybody? Was he alone? He didn't want to be alone. Not when he couldn't see.
Donnie could feel tears forming in his eyes. At least that part still worked.
He curled up into his shell and screamed. He wanted someone to hear him, he needed someone to hear him. He was scared.
At least before this, he was never alone.
"Guys, please…" He could barely choke out the words as he sobbed. He sat there, in a bed, completely alone.
He heard something thumping around him. Was that coming from outside his room or inside?
He shrank even further into his shell, crying so hard his throat hurt.
"Donatello, are you alright?"
"I- Dad, I can't- I can't see you," He stammered between tears. "I can't see!"
"It's okay, I'm right here. I've got you." Splinter's voice was calm, soothing. Donnie felt those familiar, soft hands hold him gently. Donnie pulled himself out of his shell and buried his face into his father's chest, unable to stop crying. "I can't see," he mumbled over and over.
"Hold on, it's okay. Don't worry." Splinter picked Donnie up and carried him around. Donnie wasn't sure where, but if Dad was doing it then it must be okay… right?
He heard the mumbling voices of his brothers, asking what was going on, but he was too scared to focus on their words. Splinter was stroking his head, holding his hand, making sure he was okay. Donnie's sobs turned to heavy breaths as he calmed down.
"Donatello, open your eyes." He didn't even notice they were shut, but opening them made no difference. He could only see pitch black in front of him. The darkness was swallowing him whole, and he couldn't do anything to escape it except squeeze his eyes shut again.
"Donatello. Look at me, it's alright."
Donnie hesitated, but he peeled his eyes open slowly.
He saw his dad's face. His soft, fuzzy face. It was definitely there.
"Dad…?" He whispered as his eyes refilled with tears.
"I told you; it's alright. You can see me now?"
Donnie nodded, afraid to wipe his eyes in case he lost his sight again.
"There was just a power outage in the city. It caused our lights to go out as well, including your lamp." Splinter smiled and carefully rubbed the tears out of Donnie's eyes.
"Here," he said, placing something small into the turtle's tiny hand. "In case it's dark again, use this. A flashlight."
Donnie stared at the tube thing in his hand. There was a tiny light inside of it. He held it close and hugged his dad tightly. "I- I'm sorry…" he mumbled.
"Don't be. I'm here to take care of you, it's okay to be scared."
Splinter laid Donnie back into his bed. His brothers crawled in after him, holding him close. The four laid down to rest, the flashlight still in Donnie's hand.
Splinter sighed, smiling at his boys. He turned to leave, but decided it would be better to stay in the room in case the light died while they slept. He sat next to the bed, and he heard a small voice whispering to him;