A/N: Finals next week, yay! *stares at study guide* I'll start studying this weekend. Like at my cousin's party.
Anyway, I forget where this came from, but I tried to challenge myself with the style a bit: First/second person mix (never written in second person), no contractions (everything sounds awkward for me without them), and no dialogue (you've seen my other stuff, right?).
This is supposed to be Don talking to Mikey...Enjoy.
Disclaimer: There aren't enough brotherly fluff moments for me to be owing it.
It is no secret I don't like that crocodile you found fighting the Kraang.
What you do not know is why. Sure, he grabs my face whenever he gets upset, but honestly, it is not the worst thing I have been through.
No, the truth is, I am scared of what he has not done yet, but easily could.
Hurting you beyond repair.
Taking you away from us...
That is what scares me the most.
You always try to see the good in others, and while that is an admirable trait to have, it can easily put you in danger.
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We are in the sewers together, and our older brothers are not with us. I am quite a ways behind you, and you are completely oblivious to me following you.
I have no clue where we are going, so I trust your judgment as we weave through the catacombs that make up New York's underground infrastructure, and I cannot help but feel that this area is vaguely familiar.
I recognize it when I see the subway cars.
We are at his place.
The home of The Beast.
Why are you here? And why am I not doing anything about it?
Your friend comes out and you two get each other and chit chat.
The whole time, an uneasy feeling churns in my gut. I need to get you out of here.
Now.
I cannot move, though, and I am forced to watch in silent horror as you are tossed to the ground by The Beast.
Your shell hits the ground with a sickening crack, and I see a spider web of cracks running over the scutes when you get back up.
I want nothing more than to run over and take you away from him, but I still am unable to do so. Why can I not help you?
You continue trying to calm The Beast, and he slams you to the ground again. The spider webs get worse, yet you shakily get up again to try to calm his rampage.
Your head slams against the ground this time. A large gasp escapes me when I see the growing splotch of red-
Suddenly I find myself sitting up in bed with a sore set of vocal cords.
A nightmare?
"Donnie?"
I look towards the voice, and my heart skips a beat at the fact you are alive and breathing.
"Mikey! You're okay!" I leap out of my bed and run up to you, squeezing your body in a firm hug.
Your confusion is not a surprise, so I explain the dream while running my hands over your carapace to make sure there aren't any extra cracks.
"Nothing like that'll ever happen, Donnie."
I do not say anything, instead choosing to continue holding you.
As much as my brain agrees with you, I cannot get my heart to admit it.
A/N: I am this close to throwing my phone...
Stephanie: Just ignore it...
Anyway, Hope you guys enjoyed this! Especially since I'm never using this style again! It's a pain...Oh, and if you're reading "Locked Hearts"...it'll be updated...I just...
Stephanie: We're having issues with a certain plot point...
It'll probably come to me during a final. Anyway, love y'all!