Hey Um Sorry We Left Your Boyfriend In An Abandoned Lighthouse. Yeah, He Risked His Life To Help Total

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I decided to color it for fun heheh

Local man watches tmnt, thousands of dollars in damages

part 5nof 8 small paintings

Introducing... my sona, Cookie!

She's just a little gal for reacting, explaining, and overall hanging out. Feel free to ask questions about her or interact with her at all

Anyway, here Cookie is, drawn in various ways with various levels of effort and detail.

@purplepixel you wanted to see her? (the purple bunny belongs to him)

part 6 of 8 paintings

precious boy

BRO NO MY BOY

YOU'RE SO MEAN

mikey 31?

idk what direction this would go

Mikey + Gun Violence

Mikey had seen plenty of fake guns. Jupiter Jim Ray guns, obnoxious bad buy Lou Jitsu guns, even Donnie's outrageous laser guns.

He'd never seen a real one.

And he'd certainly never had one pointed at his head.

The depths of the barrel were infinitely dark and the metal outsides gleamed like the Shredder's armor.

"You get that away from him," Leo growled at the woman who held it.

The woman nodded at one of the goons that stood at Leo's shoulders. There was a dull crunch and he grunted in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.

"You really are in no position to make demands, here," the woman replied in a perfectly even voice. "You will tell me where the other one is, or the small is going to be more red than orange."

"There is no other one," Mikey managed, his voice shaking. "It's only us two."

She wacked the butt of the gun against Mikey's head and he cried out. Leo made a noise deep in his throat.

"Don't lie to me," she hissed. "I know neither of you are smart enough to hack my company's accounts. There is at least one more. And you are going to tell me where he is."

Click.

The cold cold cold cold metal barrel rested against Mikey's shell.

"...Or we'll see just how bulletproof this freak's shell is."

Mikey's wide eyes met Leo's wider ones. Mikey shook his head a fraction of an inch. Leo's face twisted, mind whirring behind his eyes.

Something warm was trickling down the side of Mikey's face. His skull throbbed where she'd struck him.

"He's-- he's--" panicking, Leo was either struggling to think of a lie, or making himself tell the truth. He squeezed his eyes shut, sagging. "I can take you to him."

"Leo, don't!"

The woman's face twisted in a horrible grin. "Great. Take me to the little thief." Her cold gaze flicked down to Mikey. "But let us lose the... dead weight."

There was one heartbeat--

One singular heartbeat--

And then--

She fired.

It was louder than he'd ever expected. The BANG went through both of his ears like a spike through his brain.

But that was nothing

NOTHING

compared to the immediate, visceral, all-consuming agony that exploded across his shell, into his shell, through his shell, through him.

He couldn't even scream.

He just slumped forward against the asphalt.

Leo's scream, however, ripped through the air, long and drawn out.

As horrible pain ripped through him, Mikey slowly realized that he was not dead. His whole shell and shoulder felt like they'd been blasted to pieces. But he wasn't dead.

Distantly, Leo was still screaming. The lady was saying something. Her foot nudged his shoulder. Icy needles seemed to burn through it.

A small and pitiful sound escaped his mouth. It wouldn't stop.

Leo sobbed in relief.

"See? He's still alive. I don't know for how long, but be assured I was merciful in my aiming." Her voice was fading.

Mikey forced his eyes open. Everything was blurry. He could see a dark stain spreading across the ground. Had she shot his upper shell and the bullet had gone through his shoulder?

The thought was terrifying.

The goons were dragging Leo away. Kicking and screaming, Leo struggled in their grip. Mikey's name fell from his lips like tears from his eyes.

"HOLD ON, MIKEY! JUST HOLD ON!"

And then they were all gone.

No one left to hear the pitiful whimpers of the bleeding boxshell.

Ever enjoying holiday tunes and then someone interrupts? Change the lyrics!

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