So unhappy with this fic

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Title: Pandora's Box of Evil
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Utter crack!fic
Pairing: Mikey/dark clone Donatello (Donald)
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13 
Word Count: 4,866
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for 10_whores  prompt eight: Pandora's Box from challenge number 3. Also, please note that in theis universe, everyone is a turtle person like the TMNT, everyone. Also, the first half of this, the half I actually like, was typed with the help of 'Skullcrusher Mountain' sung by Jonathan Coulton. Wonderful song. Great lyrics. I hate how this fic ended but I had no idea where I was going with it. D:

He was the Turtle Titan; one of the most adored super heroes in the world due to the fact that he was a hero but had no powers. He represented the average person on a super level. He kept his secret identity as Michelangelo Hamato away from all; not even his brothers and father knew that he was the famous hero.

           
There was no way he could be getting kidnapped!

           
“Mmphrgh!” Mikey shouted through the gag as the creature continued to drag him away, his shell scrapping on the concrete behind him. He couldn’t believe he had been taken from his own house, his own bedroom, from this large, hideous monster. How had the large thing even gotten the jump on him?

           
Mikey shouted against the gag uselessly as he was dropped carelessly onto a seat. Mikey blinked worriedly and looked around. He was on a boat. Mikey frowned and started to try and wiggle out of the ropes around him.

           
“Don’t,” The large mutant growled. His large red arm grabbed the knot he had made and pulled it tighter, making Mikey wince in pain as the ropes bit into his wrists and ankles. The larger creature grinned widely at Mikey’s pain, showing off all the sharp teeth he had in his mouth. Mikey’s eyes widened in fright as the monster’s hand came at him. Fortunately, the creature was only patting Mikey’s head, a lot harder than Mikey would like, but still it wasn’t doing too much damage.

           
“Now don’t worry that pretty little head of yours,” the creature commented as he turned around and headed back to the controls of the boat. “We’ll be with Master shortly.” Because that made Mikey feel so much more relaxed.

           
Mikey narrowed his eyes and rubbed his wrists together to try and loosen the ropes. He glanced up as the boat’s engine roared to life. The creature turned to look back at him, a large grin still on his face. “Brace yerself,” he murmured.

           
The boat shot forward at such a speed that Mikey’s eyes watered from the force of the wind. He closed his eyes and tried to turn his head away from the wind, tucking his chin down and brining his bound arms around the side of his head as much as he could with the slight leeway he was given.

           
Then the whistling wind stopped. Mikey hesitantly brought his head up and opened his eyes. He jerked when he saw the creature standing directly in front of him. “Time to meet and greet with Master,” the monster announced and grabbed Mikey’s arms as he dragged him off of the boat.

           
Mikey blinked and looked around when his shell hit hand instead of the rough concrete in the cities. They were on an island. He frowned and tried to think of any close islands that had legitimate sand near New York. Then he remembered that he didn’t know anything about geography and started to panic. They could be down at South America for all he knew.

           
“Mhmph, phgm!” Mikey grunted as he tried to fight against being dragged. He knew he couldn’t possibly succeed. His ninjitsu skills and nifty gadgets that he used at the Turtle Titan couldn’t help him at that moment. Mikey sighed, defeated, and looked around his surroundings as he was dragged inside a large building that sat on the island, looking so out of place.

           
The inside of the building was coated with stark white hallways and matching white tiles lining the floor. Mikey was brought into a large room filled with bright, colored test tubes, curling and foaming wildly on a wide table in the center of the room.

           
“Welcome to my secret lair on Skullcrusher Island,” A booming voice greeted cheerfully. Mikey blinked and looked around the room, searching for the source of the voice. “I hope that you’ll enjoy your stay here for it will be quite a while until you can leave.” An echoing laughter filled the room while the form of the voice finally revealed himself.

           
A long, dark, and skinny figure stepped around the bright table. A long black trench coat covered most of the form, the bottom swishing around his large, unclad feet, as his long, purple tail trailed behind the man. He smiled eerily down on Mikey’s bound form. He looked like a giant but Mikey couldn’t really tell how tall he was, considering how he was currently bound and lying on his shell. Still, the strange newcomer was easily four inches taller than the brutish monster that had kidnapped him.

           
The tall mutant, for he too was stranger than the average looking being, knelt down next to Mikey and gently cupped his cheek. “I see you’ve met my assistant.” The man replied, his voice higher than it had sounded a second ago with the echoes. His yellow, wild eyes glanced up at the monster and Mikey stared up at him as well. “I know his appearance is quite disturbing but I can assure you that he’s harmless to you. His task is to merely fetch me pretty things.”

           
“Can I go now, Master?” The monstrous creature asked, sighing to indicate that he was bored.

           
“Of course, Rafieo, you’re dismissed.” The master commented lightly, his yellow orbs once again rapt on Mikey’s form. The creature stomped out of the room and Mikey gulped around his gag as his real capture continued to talk. “It gets so lonely,” He sighed, “Being evil,” He clarified for Mikey as he trialed his thumb over the gag covering Mikey’s mouth. “No one loves me, because I’m evil, but I’ve found a way to work being evil into being loved.” His lips curled up into a wide smile, showing off the pointy teeth in his mouth, and Mikey shuddered.

           
“It’s funny but I’m so into you even though I’m way too smart for you.” The man murmured to himself. “Honestly, I’m too smart for this entire world though. However did that foolish little costume of yours distract even your family and closest friends from figuring out that you were the Turtle Titan?” Mikey’s eyes widened and he stared worriedly up at the purple face looming in front of him.

           
“Relax, I don’t mind that you enjoy running around playing the good guy. Neither do your worst nemeses,” He commented lazily and snapped his fingers with a wicked grin still plastered on his face. Mikey felt like hyperventilating as his two worst nemeses, the Blue Bandit and the Laughing Lunatic, walked into the room.

           
“I told you to relax,” The purple mutant commented, rubbing at Mikey’s cheek once again. “They work for me; no harm will fall upon you. Honestly, did you think you really defeated two highly trained mutants on your own? Silly little Michelangelo, I allowed you to win all of those planned heists and catastrophes and battles. I know how much you wanted to be a hero and be a star. I gave you all that.” His odd smile softened a bit. “And now I want you to give me something back.”

           
“Nighty night,” The Blue Bandit smirked as he approached the helpless, revealed hero.

           
“Enjoy your little nap, Turtle ex-Titan,” The Laughing Lunatic grinned as he handed his accomplice a wet cloth. The Blue Bandit knelt down next to the purple mutant and removed the gag, quickly covering Mikey’s mouth with the wet cloth.

           
“No, you’ll never get--” Mikey was muffled once again with the wet cloth and, despite his efforts, he couldn’t shake it or the tiring effects off.

           
“Relax,” was whispered to him right before his eyes closed and he fell into an unconscious state.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

           
Mikey jolted awake and his eyes frantically took in everything about his situation. He was no longer hog tied and gagged, although his arms were still tied together. He was sitting on a large bed with really soft sheets. It felt nice after being dragged place after place.

           
Then he took in the room he was in. It continued to have the lair’s theme of stark white except for the millions of newspaper clippings and photographs hanging on the walls, making a large collage.

           
Mikey squinted as he noticed an article about the Turtle Titan. He scooted back on the bed until he was up against the wall so he could see a bit better. His stomach seemed to flip as he suddenly felt sick after staring at the wall. All the articles were on the Turtle Titan. Clipping after clipping displaying all of his wins and every single fight he was ever in while battling evil. Then the photographs were of him when he was living his other life, the not secretive one.

           
He could be seen with his brothers, sitting down for dinner or watching television with them. There were photographs of him at work, talking around the coffee machine or sitting in front of his computer.

           
There was even one of him of the night before he was kidnapped, while he was on his date with the Silver Sentry. Well, the Silver Sentry while he wasn’t being the Silver Sentry. Now that turtle knew how to keep his identity a secret.

           
“You wanted to be a hero.” Mikey gasped and turned around as the purple mutant suddenly seemed to appear. “I was fine with that. You were a very noble hero even without being mutated or given powers like those others. Besides, it allowed me to show the entire world how beautiful you truly were.” The madman explained as he moved around the bed and looked at the collage on the wall. “But, it seems like lately, too many people have noticed your beauty. I don’t appreciate others coming onto my man.” His yellow eyes narrowed and he ripped the picture of Mikey with the Silver Sentry off of the wall, tearing it in half down the middle. He replaced the image of Mikey laughing but crumpled up the other half.

           
“I am not your man.” Mikey growled, sliding off of the bed on the other side to put some distance between him and his capture. “I am your nothing and I demand to be released and returned to my home. What kind of coward kidnaps someone in the middle of the night?”

           
“I created you, I own you; you are my man and you are my everything.” The other stated matter of factly. “Without me, your first battle against Leon, excuse me, the Blue Bandit, as you call him, would have been a total disaster for you.” He pointed to the wall where the article of Mikey’s first appearance was. “Leon is capable of withstanding a pressure of over three hundred pounds on his plastron. Do you really think your kick to his plastron could affectively take him down if I hadn’t ordered him to fake it?”

           
Mikey frowned, “What are you--”

           
“And the Laughing Lunatic, otherwise known as Michael, was designed to hold his breath for hours on end.” Again, the madman pointed to an article. “A smoke filled room would never be enough to defeat him. I’m sorry, my little hero, but it was all an act with the star actor unaware of the play.” The tall mutant turned and looked at him, offering a small smile. “But it’s okay; it’s time for you to take your final bow. Your curtain call is upon you.”

           
“I can’t believe it,” Mikey whispered as he looked at the wall. The mutant had to be lying. His entire career as a hero couldn’t have been staged for him.
           
“That forest fire that you saved a field trip of school kids from, I started it and created the rain storm that took it out with the help of my weather machine. I create gadgets far more advance than the ones you take from your brother.” The mutant chuckled darkly. “I even created my henchmen. The three were a great success thanks to the mutagenic I stole from the old company I use to work for. It was the same mutagenic that happened to create this lovely form before you.” He grinned widely.

           
Mikey swallowed and stared at the mutant. “You’re crazy,”

           
“My henchmen tell me the same thing.” He chuckled. “I’m crazy, I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, I’m a mutant, I don’t belong around others, blah, blah.” Those bright yellow eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’m sick and tired of hearing all of that. I’m going to show the world who I am, once and for all.”

           
“Well,” Mikey licked at his beak. “Who are you?” He risked asking.

           
“I go by many names.” The mutant replied as he sat down on the bed. “But you may call me Donald, my dear.”

           
“Okay, Donald,” Mikey finally finished getting the ropes off of him and smiled triumphantly as he slid into an attacking position. “Why don’t you be a good mad scientist and just let me go before I have to hurt you?”

           
“Didn’t I just explain to you how you couldn’t possibly win against my created henchmen? What makes you think you can win against me?” Donald shook his head and stood from the bed, slowly walking around it. “Michelangelo, my poor, sweet, delusional love, you can’t beat me. You’ve never beaten anyone in your life.” Donald explained simply as he closed in on Mikey. “Just relax,” Donald backed away from him suddenly and sat back down on the bed. “I don’t want to corner you; you’ll react badly in your desperation. Come sit next to me, so we can talk live civilized creatures.”

           
Mikey blinked and narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

           
“Fine, then just listen to what I have to say.” Donald smiled and crossed one leg over the other as he made himself comfortable on the bed. “You will stay on this island with me, no matter what. How you act will decide if your stay is pleasant or not.” Mikey swallowed and took another step backwards, his shell hitting the wall. Donald sighed and rubbed at his temples. “If you could try to be a little less afraid of me you would understand that the voices inside my head that control me say I shouldn’t kill you yet.”

           
Mikey’s eyes widened and Donald chuckled. “Relax, that was a joke. I’m crazy but I wouldn’t allow anyone to control me, not even voices. Besides, I won’t kill you. That would be a waste to all the time and effort I put into my little plan.” He stood and extended his hand. “I promise you that I won’t hurt you.” Mikey glared at the extended hand. “Take my hand and let us go to the cafeteria to get you some food. I know you must be hungry.” Mikey’s stomach chose that moment to growl loudly and make the madman smirk. “See?”

           
“Fine,” Mikey agreed. “Take me to your cafeteria but I’m not holding your hand.” He crossed his arms over his plastron and stared at the evil genius, as though challenging him to argue with his decision.

           
“Very well, then follow me,” Donald turned and headed over to a wall. He pressed some hidden button and a door that Mikey hadn’t even been aware of suddenly slid open, revealing the white hallways. Mikey followed silently behind Donald, looking around frantically for some sort of sign of an exit nearby. “There’s no way off this island for you.” Donald informed casually. “I have wolves covering the beaches and although I care for them, they are always hungry.” He glanced over his shoulder at Mikey. “I would hate to think of you falling to such a fate as being eaten alive while my children ripped you limb from limb.”

           
Mikey swallowed and nodded his head. “Okay, so I guess a nice stroll down the beach isn’t going to be how our first date goes, huh?” He smiled tightly.

           
“They won’t hurt me and as long as you’re around me at all times no harm would come to you either.” Donald told him. “Would a walk on the beach make you happy? We could do so after lunch.”

           
“What would really make me happy is if I was let go.” Mikey murmured, making Donald chuckle. “Wait, did you say lunch?” Mikey picked up. “How long was I out?”

           
“You were brought here last night and you slept through breakfast. I attempted to wake you but you were in a rather deep sleep.” Donald clarified.

           
Mikey frowned. “Was I sleeping in your room?” Donald nodded. “Were you sleeping there with me?” His eyes narrowed and Donald chuckled once again. “That’s not a reassuring response.”

           
“Nothing happened; I can assure you of that.” Donald comforted truthfully. “I may be evil, but I know that an unconscious partner wouldn’t be too much fun in bed. Besides,” Donald turned his head to look at Mikey over his shoulder. “Our first time will be wonderful.”

           
Mikey grimaced. “Let’s just focus on lunch,” he patted his plastron. “I’m very hungry and seeing as I’m going to be your forced, captive princess here, I expect food.”

           
Donald smiled and nodded his head. “We’re here,” he pointed to a visible door and opened it, leading Mikey into a large, again white, room. There were a few tables and a long table filled with many food options in the middle.*

           
“Wow, you weren’t kidding. This is like a cafeteria. Well, a buffet kind of cafeteria. Cool,” Mikey nodded his head with approval. “So, is it all I can eat?” Mikey asked, looking up at Donald curiously.

           
“Of course,” Donald gestured to the food options. “I’d be insulted if you didn’t get your fill.”

           
“Awesome,” Mikey grinned and hurried over to the buffet case. There was cake, cookies, stacks of grilled cheese sandwiches, jello, and just so much food. Mikey actually thought being kidnapped wasn’t too bad. Sure, he had to deal with some bad guy who was pinning over him for some odd reason, but still, he could get use to that if it meant he’d get an above decent meal every day.

           
“You have mashed potatoes.” Mikey discovered with a grin and actually hopped on his toes excitedly. “I love mashed potatoes!” He quickly began scooping piles upon piles of mashed potatoes onto his plate.

           
“Hey, save some for the rest of us.” Mikey jerked and quickly turned on his heels at the sudden voice. His eyes widened and he gripped his plate of mashed potatoes carefully in his hand as he quickly moved away from the buffet area.

           
“Are you still afraid of us?” Michael asked, cocking his head to the side with a grin. “Cause, yeah, sure, I was the Laughing Lunatic and I am a lunatic who laughs a lot, but boss man Donald has orders and what not. Seriously, I’ve never hurt you and you’ve never seriously hurt me. No harm done,” he shrugged with his peace offering. “Unless you eat all those mashed potatoes, then I’ll have to fight you.”

           
“Shut up, you idiot.” Leon sighed. “Seriously, Michelangelo, we won’t harm you and you have no reason to fear us. Donald practically has us programmed to worship your every wish unless he tells us otherwise. Especially Michael, since his personality was based off of yours.”

             
“What?” Mikey frowned and glanced at the yellow mutant.

           
“Yep, it’s true,” Michael nodded and moved around Mikey to grab some food for himself. “Donald wanted me to be the splitting image of you.”

           
“But obviously something went horribly wrong.” Donald growled, appearing behind the small group. “Instead I was left with an idiotic excuse for a henchman.” Michael shrugged the comment off and started to pile his own plate with mashed potatoes. “Please, Michelangelo, ignore what they’ve been saying. They shouldn’t have been saying it for the most part. If you’ve gotten what you want, you can take a seat. I’ve gotten drinks for us.” He motioned over to one of the tables where two cans of soda sat.

           
“Orange, my favorite,” Mikey smiled and sauntered over to the table. “I’m not really surprised that you know that. Is there anything about me you don’t know?”

           
“Heck, we even know stuff about you.” Michael quickly intervened, sitting down next to Mikey. “You still work for the Techno Cosmic Research Institute, correct?”

           
Mikey nodded. “I work in the communications department.”

           
“Donald use to work in the labs,” Michael smirked as his creator glared at him. “Maybe you remember him now?”

           
Mikey’s mouth fell open and his hands fell to his sides as he stared at the purple mutant. “Donald Himito, is that you?” Mikey asked disbelievingly. “We all thought you were killed when that explosion occurred in the labs. No one could find you, we searched all through the rubble and everything but there wasn’t any trail.”

           
“I didn’t want to leave any trails.” Donald shrugged nonchalantly. “That explosion created the mutagen that morphed me, turning my skin into this peculiar color and heightening my strength, speed, and, more importantly, my mind. Sure, my body was elongated, as was my tail, but that didn’t matter. The explosion gave me power.” He smiled and grabbed one of the cans of soda, opening the tab with a loud fizz. “Power with which I could finally win your heart, Michelangelo.”

           
“I thought you died,” Mikey spoke softly. “I couldn’t stop crying when I heard. I had lost one of my best friends.” Mikey smiled. “But you’re okay,” Mikey reached across the table and hesitantly touched Donald’s hand. “You’re okay, Donald. You can come back with me, we can tell everyone what happened, and maybe we can find a cure to change you back to the way you use to be.”
           
“No,” Donald shouted suddenly, pulling his hand away from Mikey. “Never again shall I be the old Donald Himito. That pathetic, hesitant, stumbling fool was a waste. Thanks to that mutagen I was able to unlock my potential, I was able to change and better myself.” Donald stated proudly. “But not everything’s changed about me.” He informed. “I still love you, Michelangelo.”

           
Mikey frowned and fidgeted with his fork. “We tried dating before, Donald. It just didn’t work out well.”

           
“I know,” Donald frowned. “Because I tripped and pulled down our waiter’s pants, causing him to drop that plate of spaghetti on you.” Michael and Leon both bit back on their laughter as Donald sent them death glares.

           
Mikey chuckled, shaking his head. “No, not because of that. That was just an accident,” he sobered up a bit and crossed his arms over his plastron. “I wasn’t too fond of the twenty phone calls I got a day from you and how you threatened David from accounting.”

           
“He was moving in on you,” Donald growled.

           
“He was saying good morning,” Mikey sighed. “You were just too possessive. You wanted to keep me away from everyone.”

           
“Well, then that’s another thing that hasn’t changed.” Donald claimed, “Because I am going to keep you away from everyone, except for my henchmen.” He declared, casting a look at the two other mutants. “Besides, they don’t really count since they’re already mated to each other.”

           
“You can’t do that, Donald.” Mikey rubbed at his temples. “I tried to explain this to you years ago. Why do you think I’m in communications? I love to be around people, talk to people, help people; it’s who I am.”

           
“I know who you are,” Donald snapped. “I know everything about you. Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know the person I love?” Donald chuckled. “You haven’t changed over the years, Michelangelo, and I’m glad.” He cleared his throat and tugged on the long lab coat he was wearing. “Now, dig in before your mashed potatoes get cold.” He stood up and went about fixing a plate for himself. Mikey and the two other mutants slowly began eating their meals quietly until Donald sat back down.

           
“So,” Mikey awkwardly tried to make small talk. “I see you’ve been busy over the years. Stalking me, making me and the entire world believe I was a hero, making mutated henchmen; where exactly have you found all of the resources and money for everything?”

           
“I stole a few things at first but after a while I read up on philosophy and figured out how to turn ordinary items into gold.” Donald shrugged. “After that, everything came easily enough. Except for you,” Donald murmured, avoiding Mikey’s eyes. “I have you captive at my secret lair and yet you still seem so unattainable.”

           
“Sorry?” Mikey frowned. “I would suggest you could try to ‘attain’ someone else, you know, like George. He always liked you and I’m sure he’d be really impressed by all of this--”

           
“George is as pathetic as I use to be.” Donald snapped. “Now why don’t we just drop this subject?”

           
“You know, Silver Sentry and I were just starting to go steady.” Mikey murmured miserably.

           
“I did know that,” Donald seethed, “Which is why I had to seize the moment and take you away before he tried to kiss you.”

           
“Well, you’re lucky I’m still a bit old fashion and don’t kiss on the first date because I really did want to kiss him.” Mikey commented.

           
“No, I’m truly lucky that I don’t care because you’re never going to see him again.” Donald glared at Mikey challengingly. “I already decided that you’re mine and you’re staying here with me forever. I don’t care if you don’t have feelings for me or not.”

           
“How could you be so heartless like that?” Mikey asked with a frown.

           
“It’s easy,” Donald scowled. “I’m evil.” He picked up his grilled cheese sandwich and took a big bite of it. He chewed and swallowed before he continued, “And before that I was a total nerd that no one even liked talking to. Except you,” he glanced over at Mikey, meeting his eyes. “You always talked to me.”

           
“That’s because you were my friend.” Mikey sighed. A small smile formed on his face. “Also, I’m sorry to tell you, Donald, but you’re still a total nerd.”

           
“I am not,” Donald yelled angrily.

           
“Yeah you are,” Mikey chuckled. “Your own henchmen don’t even fear you, let alone your captive, because honestly, there’s no way I can be afraid of you now that I know who you are.”

           
“Well, that’s good.” Donald shrugged. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

           
“The only one here to really be afraid of is Rafieo,” Michael spoke up. “Now that is one scary mutant. Seriously, I don’t know who wouldn’t be afraid of him.”

           
“I wasn’t too afraid of him,” A loud booming voice added, startling the four at the table. The Silver Sentry stood in the doorway, his cape blowing dramatically behind him. “After all, why should I be afraid of some unconscious mutant?”

           
“Silver Sentry,” Mikey gushed, standing up with a large smile. “You’re here to rescue me. But how did you know I needed to be rescued?”

           
“I planted a tracker on you during our date incase you were kidnapped. Most of the people I date tend to be kidnapped shortly after.” Silver Sentry shrugged. “Now, Blue Bandit, Laughing Lunatic, I shall defeat you.”

           
“Um, I’m on my lunch break,” Michael frowned, holding up a spoonful of mashed potatoes. “Can this wait?”

           
“No,” Silver Sentry frowned. “Unless you want to just give up and let Mikey go?”

           
“Fine by me,” Michael smiled and ate the spoonful of mashed potatoes.

           
“Michael,” Donald hissed. “Fight him, Leon, you too. I’m not giving Mikey up so easily.” Donald growled and reached into his lab coat, pulling out a small ray gun. “If you want him, you’re going to have to get through me.”

_-_-_-_-_-_-

           
“That was the most intense battle I’ve ever seen, Silver Sentry.” Mikey beamed at his hero as they soared through the sky. “I thought you were a goner for sure when Rafieo woke up and barged into the room. Also, the way you destroyed that Destruct-O-Ray that Donald had was really crafty.”

           
“Thank you, Mikey.” Silver Sentry grinned, showing off his sparkling teeth. “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt, especially in that large explosion that allowed those mutants to all get away. I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of them.” They finally landed in front of Mikey’s home and Silver Sentry placed Mikey back on the ground. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

           
“Okay,” Mikey smiled and waved goodbye as the super turtle flew off. He went inside his home and noticed that his brothers and father were all out, probably looking for him. Mikey picked up the phone and dialed in a number. “Hey, bet you weren’t expecting me to call, right? Well, I was thinking, and I’m sorry that things ended the way they did. Maybe we could try going out again sometime? But how about just dinner at some restaurant instead of a big kidnapping fiasco?”

           
“I’d like that,” Donald replied on the other line.

           
“Great,” Mikey grinned. “Oh, and, Donald, you still are a huge nerd. I can’t believe you kept your old phone number.”

           
“Hey, why change 555-EVIL? That’s just sweet,” Donald chuckled.



*Here is when I started hating this fic. I might one day go back and change the entire second half of this fic so I could like it again.