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Halloween Night Part Seven (FINAL) by AnyCarRP-Donatello, literature

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Halloween Night Part Seven (FINAL)

"Yeah!" Donnie urged, getting up to his feet. "That's right! That's when the demon found you." Donnie smirked then, almost evilly, at Raph. "And what do you remember next, dear brother? Is that all? Do you remember nearly killing me? Do you remember fighting back? Do you remember dying to save me?" The alley around them began to fade into gray, and Donnie's expression twisted and warped. Raph blinked and warily glanced up at the other. The part when everything started fading away caught him off guard, and shifting his gaze back at Donnie, he knew one thing. This wasn't his brother. "What else do you remember Raph?" Donnie taunted. "What else

Halloween Night Part Five by AnyCarRP-Donatello, literature

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Halloween Night Part Five

Without another thought, Donnie slammed the button that would make the naginata blade spring from his staff, and brought it up as high as he could, swiping at the rope for the noose. If he could get the rope, maybe he would be able to tie up Raph somehow... Talk to him without being attacked. But then again...Donnie wasn't even sure if the ropes were even real. Sure, it felt real under his hand, but he couldn't be positive. None of this could be possible, and yet...here it was. No response was given towards Donnie's demands, until the rope was cut, and Raph's eyes suddenly dilated, pupils small from crazed menacing fury. Raph started yelling

Halloween Night Part Three by AnyCarRP-Donatello, literature

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Halloween Night Part Three

Standing next to the other turtle, Raph found himself in what looked like a circus. But what didn't make sense was how huge this room was-- he swore it's bigger than the size of the whole house from the outside... or was it just some kind of optical illusion? Suddenly carnival music filled the air, but it didn't sound pleasant.. more like somewhat disturbing and out of tune. The dim spotlight focused on an acrobat curled on the floor a few feet from them. She twisted her body in such abnormal positions no normal human could have done, even some sickening sounds of cracking bones could be heard. Then she looked up at them with her head upside

Halloween Night Part One by AnyCarRP-Donatello, literature

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Halloween Night Part One

"Raph, I promise, it will be dark and secluded and no one will see us. I'll make sure of it," Donnie reassured deeply. "Besides, all the little trick-or-treaters will be out by then. I mean, one a.m. is the perfect time to go!" Having already memorized the address, he added, "Besides, it's really close. I'm sure we could go and be back before Splinter or anyone even notices we weren't getting candy!" On his computer, Donnie had found that there was going to be a haunted house this Halloween. But not just any haunted house. These people prepared this house all year, for this one small week of business and popularity they would get. Because of

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'I'm not letting you walk' by AnyCarRP-Donatello, literature

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'I'm not letting you walk'

It was a rather warm night out on patrol. Nothing was happening for hours, and it was driving Raphael nuts with boredom. He paused atop a building overlooking the docks and stared out at the waters, suddenly getting this hankering for a swim... nobody was around. So it should be fine, right? He then turned to Donnie with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Donnie stared at Raph for a minute, his concentration broken. He had been attempting to measure and calculate the distance from their exact location to April's house, first in blocks, then in feet, then inches... "Probably not," he answered with a shy grin. "

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Jan 13, 2016

// here's my starter//

'the first thing I remember is the shredder handing me a black mask with rips in it. he told me he had rescued me from those who had wronged me. the clan called hamato. suddenly the memories came flooding back, why were they so cruel to me?... Why did they torture me so? was it because I was smaller? Was it because I was weaker? I have trained with the shredder for 3 months now much faster and more agile than I've ever been. my revenge is the only thing that fuels me to keep going. I don't know why it hurts this much all I know is that I will have vengeance on those who hurt me and my master.'

Michelangelo put down the notebook he had been writing in. this book he had found in the dumpster the first few weeks of the shredder rescuing him from the evil mutants., was the only thing that gave him comfort... Except of course the wind. he didn't know why but the wind always made me feel free. like he could do anything. the wind blew across his face making his tattered mask tails flutter in the breeze. during these times he sometimes questions if the shredder was being truthful to him. Or that the Hamato clan was really that cruel but then the memories he had stored in his mind came rushing to him. and it snapped him back to reality at least that's what he thought. little did the turtle know that the memories he was experiencing were only figments of the imagination. Shredders doing. Of course he didn't know that if he did he wouldn't be this angry he wouldn't be this sad... He wouldn't feel alone and scared and want revenge on his own family. Mikey side and put away the notebook in his belt along with his pen