Uh. Thought I'd try my hand at writing fics for you because I had this idea in class where the "good" and "bad" timeline Leos meet. It gets a little uhhhhhh intense. Hope you like it.
The Leonardo who let them go huffed furiously, keeping a white-knuckle grip on his beaten-up katanas. He'd been chasing her for a while now, claiming she was an "imposter" sent by some mystic foe.
The Leonardo who broke his brother's arm fought the urge to collapse. She smoothed back the skin of her skull with an aggravated groan. "Look, I'm just trying to get back home- alright? One of Don's expirements went wrong and-"
"Keep that traitor's name out of your fucking mouth," the other growled, raising a sword to point at him, "And stop acting like you're me."
She dragged a hand down her face. "Can you stop it with this whole 'macho hero man' shtick, already?" Was he really this annoying as a kid? No wonder her brothers hated him, "Yes, I am you- though, from the looks of it, this is the 'everything goes to shit' timeline. Like that one episode of Space Heroes where Captain Grant becomes a villain."
Then the feral idiot was running at him again. He groaned and dodged, as he'd come to do around this horrific version of herself. It seemed that in the other version's time with Splinter, he'd only managed to get sloppier as pent-up emotions took control over years of training and abuse. The one who broke her brother's arm, however, had been an unofficial defender of the Hidden City for quite the fucking while.
With a quick twist to the angry one's wrist and a knee into his plastron, he took one of his attacker's swords and sent her other self collapsing onto the ground.
She slowly pointed the stolen sword to his head. "Look, I just need you to tell me where Donnie is. Maybe he can send me home so I can never see your stupid, fugly face ever again."
The other Leonardo simply started to laugh. It didn't seem too insincere, if he was reading it right. Like he was laughing at a stupid pun or something.
Finally, Leonardo gave into the temptation that crawled into the corners of his mind and slammed a foot down on her counterpart's chest, knocking the wind out of him. "What is so fucking funny, here?" He growled.
"Whoever made you did a really bad job," The other slider purred in response, "I haven't seen that fucking coward in years. Besides, look at you-" He made a vague gesture toward her, "-As if I'd ever be such a fucking sissy to tie up my mask in a bow. What? Did your 'brothers' infect you? Did their fruitiness rub off on you after living with you for so long?" He cackled, "Guess I was always right about little Don and Raphie being fucking pansies after all!"
Something rose up inside him. A blaze of anger scorching through her brain. Digging up old feelings and arguments and- "Does Splinter still like the noises you make?"
The one who let them go went still at that, eyes wide and somewhat panicked. Deep down, she knew it would be wrong to keep pressing with this for her own sick self-indulgence.
"Do you still like it when he pulls your tail?" He needed to stop. This was wrong. Why was she doing this anyway?
The terrified look on his face was intoxicating. He was being put in his fucking place.
"Does it hurt your feewings that they left you alone with him?" He cooed, "Do you still think that daddy is the only one who'll ever understand you?"
"Shut up," The other hissed, panic evident in his voice, "You don't know what the hell you're even talking about."
"I know you had a box of dresses from April hidden under your bed when you were fifteen," She said with an evil grin, "I know that he beat the shit out of you when he found out. No trannies allowed here, no sirree."
"Stop it."
"I know he raped you in one of them. Told you if you wanted to be a girl so bad, he'd fucking treat you like one."
"Stop it."
"I know you couldn't leave him if you tried. No, you're too good a daddy's boy. It's not like anyone would take you in, anyway. We both know that there's no fucking hope for some shithead lowlife who can only take-"
"I SAID, STOP IT!!" He screeched, interrupting his rant.
The one who broke his brother's arm briefly came to her senses. There was something wet on her face, making his mask cling to her cheek uncomfortably. He looked down to his other self. The slider was crying, digging his palms around the rusted edge of his own sword in an attempt to push her back. He'd been so lost in it she'd barely noticed the resistance.
"You- You don't-" the abused man fumbled, "You don't know me! You're- You're just some stupid, defective clone making shit up to get a rise outta me!"
Leonardo took her foot off the other's chest and took a small step back. The spider's hands slid off the blade with a sharp shing. Clumps of blood and torn skin dripped onto his stomach. Too much blood. Too much blood too much blood too much
"Where does your Donnie live? Or... or do you at least know where he works?" He asked. It came out much quieter than he meant to, but he feared if he raised his voice it would crack.
"Big Mama," He breathed, "He works for Big Mama."
She gave a small nod and softly set down his counterpart's sword. The other Leonardo regarded him with great suspicion and lingering fear. "If- If I hear anything about him dying, I- I'll kill you."
Wouldn't be the first time she tried to kill herself.
She took a few steps toward the ledge and stayed there for a moment. He readjusted his things and sighed.
"It's easier for them to want to help you when you try to be nice," He gulped, "But uh... Don't treat them like Father. They get weirded out by that."
There was a clank and a shuffle from behind. He was going to try and attack him again, wasn't he?
"And uh... if you meet a rabbit guy that looks weirdly like the samurai from that old Usagi show," The noises behind him stopped for a moment, "Maybe don't bring up the toy."
wanted to make u some art about how much i liked this <<33 its 1 AM i am. so tired. anyway i really liked the line "do you still like it when he pulls your tail" its so fucked up. she honestly coulda stopped there, woulda had him foaming like a rabid dog.
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sam and the "rape creates monsters" trope (i have no idea if this has an actual name)
main examples i can think about right now are carrie, who is the product of rape and ginger snaps & jennifers body directly paralleling sexual assault in the scenes where the characters turn into monsters
sam is, in a very roundabout way, the product of a rape.
the deal between his mother and azazel while the demon possessed her father is the only reason sam (sand dean) are alive, without this, john would have stayed dead
azazel is also directly paralleled to john, with their scenes being framed similarly and azazel possessing john, (maybe he does have a right to act like sams dad?)
and the price of this deal? sam. or just time with sam (with no interruptions)
i find this really interesting since majority of the time when people make demon deals on the show, they are bartering with their own souls. its also interesting since obviously Mary cannot barter sam, i would assume that selling another persons soul isn't allowed, that the person has to give their consent, azazel manages to bypass this by getting to Mary in a vulnerable moment and tricking her (baby's first autonomy violation <3333 ten years before he is even born)
Missouri describes it as evil visiting sam in his nursery, this visit leaves sam with a disease that he cannot ever rip out or scrub clean. it makes him a monster.
no matter how hard sam tries to fight it, despite his road to hell being paved with good intentions and attempts to redeem himself, he still ends up being the monster that azazel created in that moment, he fulfils the destiny azazel groomed him for.
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