Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

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[Happy Sunday, Luceti. Donatello hopes you're having a better morning than he is. That shouldn't be very difficult, given that right now he's wishing he were dead.

He tends to feel that way when he's having a migraine. And right now he's having just about the worst one he's ever had. He woke up this morning with thirty-two years worth of memories trying to cram themselves into his sixteen-year-old brain, and the laws of nature just don't really like that kind of thing. Thus, Donatello will be lying in a dark room, moaning quietly to himself, until the superabundance of memories sorts itself out and normal mental functioning is able to resume.

He'd really appreciate some silence right now. But the journal is open on his nightstand, you can probably hear his misery, and nothing but the goodness of your heart is stopping you from making his horrible day even worse.]

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[He rubs his forehead, trying to massage away the lingering pressure.]

Was - was there another experiment?

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Yeah. There was. A really messed up one.

[i_speak_softly]

[Sitting up is so much easier than it was earlier.]

I think... something strange happened to me.

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Then you'd be thinkin' right.

You were goin' off like you were some pet at a zoo.

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[Frown. He needs another minute to sort through his memories.]

How did you know that?

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I...just did.

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[He looks down into his lap.]

It felt so real. I - [He fingers his bo, mentally walks through the different grips and stances.] It still feels real. But this feels real too.

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Yeah. I know. [He looks incredibly morose at the idea, and he has to bite back a shudder.] It's like...two people livin' in your head.

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Ugh. Tell me about it.

If it was an experiment, it must have affected other people... [There's a vague invitation there.]

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Feelin' better?

[Evading like a boss.]

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[He considers this.] It still feels like a two-inch peg is trying to fit through a one-inch hole, and I'm not entirely sure what I've been doing for the past sixteen years. But spontaneous cranial combustion is seeming less likely, so... yes. Better.

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[He smiles a little at that, but it's gone as fast as it came.]

Good to know.

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[Your shoulder seems like a good place for his forehead. He'll mumble to your elbow:] Tell me something we did together.

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[He rest his cheek against Don's head, voice low, grateful for the contact. It's been a long, lonely, and confusing week.]

Like what?

[i_speak_softly]

I don't know. Something you remember.

Comics canon ftw

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Okay...Hm.

Remember how we usta play pirate by that old sewer junction? You built that boat...Terrapin Terror. Heh.

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[It takes him longer to search through his memories than it used to, but he finds the right one eventually.]

I - I think I remember.

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Yeah, then we'd get in all sorts of trouble drivin' it past where Splinter'd let us go.

1/something

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[... Splinter?]

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[Splinter.]

done

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He - [Never mind that sentence. Starting another.] Chalk lines. We weren't supposed to cross them. [A small, creeping smile.] Sometimes we did anyway.

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Yep. [Raph's smile turns into a grin.] Usually my idea, but you guys'd follow anyways. Or I'd make ya follow.

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[Nod. Hesitant at first, then more confident.] And sometimes your ideas didn't work out very well. But it was always okay in the end.

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Unless Splinter caught us.

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But he didn't... [Or maybe he did.] I don't know what I'm talking about.