TMNTober
prompt: Unlikely Pet
Gen: 2012
ao3
@tmntober-2023
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It was cold today. Heavy smog snakes through tightly packed buildings, making Donnie have to squint in order to see ahead of him. He was out looking for the fallen mutagen canisters today, without his brothers. Leo had let them all know–way too loudly to be true–that he was going on a solo patrol as he hurried out of the lair. Due to the trackers Donnie had put in him–and the rest of his brothers–as Leo slept around three years ago, Donnie knew that was a blatant lie. He’s been hanging out in the same apartment complex for about an hour every week.
Honestly, Donnie was thankful for it. If Leo was home when Donnie had left a much bigger fuss would’ve been put up. Instead, he just waved to Raph and Mikey, who were in the middle of an intense pinball tournament, and went out, mutagen tracker in hand.
Its steady beat was the only noise while Donnie walked to the manhole cover that would grant him entry to the world above. The tiny beeps of the tracker were swallowed by the hustle and bustle of New York. He seemed to have come out in the middle of some parade, as an indescribable amount of people decked out in rainbows walked forwards. Mm, he didn’t realize pride was today. It probably would work to his advantage, as so many people will be distracted by the pride.
Using a nearby fire escape, Donnie brought himself on top of the building. He couldn’t see the parade that well from the top, the heavy smog ensured that, but entrancing flashes of colors made a stunning lightshow.
It wouldn’t hurt to watch for a little bit, would it? The tracker indicated that the mutagen canister wasn’t far and wasn’t moving, and Donnie doubted that would change in just five minutes. So, he settled down to watch pride for a bit.
It made him feel…something. Seeing (well, more the impression of seeing), so many people come together and proudly stand for who they were. For some odd reason it made him think of Casey. Of his ugly smile, crooked and joyful, causing a strange fluttering in Donnie’s stomach. Or how he’d listen, lounging back, as Donnie rambled. Casey putting his arm behind Donnie head on the couch like the teenager has done for April so many times before. Of Casey giving Donnie his own nickname, that nobody else used. Of–
A long tube flew at his face. It was long, and furry, and had claws that told him instantly that it was alive. The strange animal frantically tried to claw its way off Donnie, pushing his mask over his eyes. Donnie flailed his arms, trying to both toss the animal off of him and protect his eyes. He failed on both counts.
The claws were stuck in the fabric of his mask, causing the animal to freak out, wiggling and clawing. After about a minute Donnie calmed down enough to do more than scream and try and grab the animal.
“Ok, this is completely fine. I just have a weird ferret stuck to my face…just gotta… slowly… pull him off my face. Yeah…. Oh boy.”
Carefully, Donnie grabbed the still flailing animal's claws, wincing as its frantic clawing increased. Cuts must be littering his head by now. Gently, he pulled the claw from his mask, sighing in relief when it came out without much fuss. Ok, one claw down, nineteen more to go.
He worked methodically, slowly. The parade had already passed by him by the time he got the eighth out. By the eighteenth the animal had calmed down enough for Donnie to support its butt as he removed the final claw.
It was heavy and limp in his hands. The animal curled up to Donnie on his lap, apparently exhausted from all the hard work Donnie did to free it. He took this time to observe it. The animal was like a mix between a ferret and a cat. The face was small with wide ears set on either side of its face. It was covered in dark brown fur, with only a lighter strip on the bottom of its chin. Its tail was short and fluffed up, wrapped around its tiny body. Its claws were still out, lightly poking at Donnie’s thigh.
He tried to tell what animal it was. He didn’t recognize it from anything native to America, but he vaguely remembered when Raph was into Japanese wildlife. His brother would interrupt Donnie in the middle of something just to rant about some new species he found out lived there. Donnie would try to remember what his brother talked about (no matter what his brothers said, he did care to pay attention to their interests, thank you very much), but it always felt like Mikey was so much better at remembering that stuff than him.
He did remember this one animal, purely because Raph and Mikey made such a big deal about it. He wasn’t able to go five minutes without them shoving a photo of it in front of his face, asking him to comment on its cuteness. At first he’d mumble an agreement, but he became assaulted so often with the animal's image that he started banning even mentioning its name in the lair. Being in charge of the Wi-Fi had some benefits…
That was years ago, however, and he struggled to recall its name. Stable? Cable? Shable? Hm. He stared at the animal, poked its side. It stared up at him in reproach for a second before laying back down. He could remember that they were carnivores and were rare too see due to their shyness, but that was about all he remembered. Oh, and they delay development of the embryo for about eight months. He had that pleasant factoid burned into his memory for no reason. But, alas, he didn’t have a clue what the animal's name was. Just that it was a long way from home.
Careful not to disturb the resting animal, Donnie called Raph on his shell cell. His brother would know what to do, even if he claimed to have completely lost interest in it.
“What.” Raph’s greeting was friendly as always.
“Well, Raph, remember when you talked about those animals from Japan? One of them is on my lap right now and I could really use some assistance here.”
His brother grunted, “Fine,”
Raph got there in three minutes. Donnie passed the time waiting by lightly stroking the animal. The only noises were the distant sounds of people partying to loud music. Pride apparently continued long after the parade. He was still lightly stroking the animal when Raph arrived, launching himself onto the rooftop.
“Oh sewer apples, how’d you get a Sable?”
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