Days 16-20

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Title: Game Night
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: Very subtle hints of DonaldDon
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Warning: None
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 100
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: For prompt #16 Games for 31halloween

“Now what do I do?” Donald asked as he looked to Don for help.

           
Don smiled as Donald’s actions resembled their children’s. “You get to switch places with any of our pieces.”

           
“So I can put my piece here?” Donald gripped the blue piece in question.

           
“No, Father, I’m not winning like Sam is! Switch with one of his pieces.” Darla protested.

           
“But we’ve been playing this game forever; I just want to be finished.” Samuel whined.

           
Donald chuckled. “It’s fine; I’ll switch with Dad. He’s closer to my home anyway.” He moved his piece and grinned at Don. “Sorry.”

Title: Eating Eyeballs 
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: None
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Warning: None
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 100
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: For prompt #17 Eyes of Newt

 

Donald blinked and prodded the food with the prongs on his fork. “What did you call this again?” He asked hesitantly. He was afraid that the oddly colored food might poke him back.

           
“Witches’ hairs and eyes of newts,” Mikey grinned and slurped down another spoonful. Donald scowled.

           
Don leaned over and whispered, “It’s spaghetti and meatballs with green food dye. Mikey loves making it around Halloween.” Donald nodded and inhaled tightly as he gathered an amount on his fork and brought it to his mouth.

           
He swallowed and was surprised when he blurted out that, “It’s good.” Mikey smiled.


Title: Party of Two 
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: DonaldDon
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Warning: None
Rating: Pg-13 for implying 
Word Count: 100
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: For prompt #18

“I hate parties,” Donald grumbled unhappily.

           
“But it’s a party for you.” Don argued as he came up to Donald and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Come on, Donald, it’s your Birthday; cheer up.” Donald continued to glare down at Don. Don snickered as he pulled away. “How about I promise you a private party later tonight? Just us two,” he tempted as he swung his hips as he walked to the doorway. Don then stopped and turned to wait with a smug look on his face.

           
Donald smirked. “Well, I do like those kinds of parties,” he agreed.

Title: Perspectives 
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing:  None
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Warning: None
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 100
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: For prompt #19 Goth

 

“Nice spikes, dude.”

           
Donald blinked and looked down at the human teen. His head was shaved and had to be the only white on him. Even the kid’s eyes had black, thick eyeliner surrounding them.

           
“Where’d you get those?” The boy asked as he pointed to Donald’s head then brought his hand down to finger the metal piercings by his mouth. “They look sweet. Did they hurt?”

           
Donald scowled and reached up to self consciously feel the metal spikes that came out of his head. “I was born with them.” Donald snarled as he marched away from the gothic teenager.

  

Title: Murder
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: None
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Warning: Death
Rating: Pg-13 for swearing 
Word Count: 100
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: For prompt #20 R.I.P.

 

Donald’s hands shook and his chest felt on fire as he struggled to breathe. The gun fell from his shaky fingers and clambered to the ground.

           
“Oh shit,” Donald gasped as he stared at the stilled body. He knew he was dead, he had killed him; the blast had gone straight through his head. Donald had shot and killed Darrius Dunn. He was a murderer.

           
The monster had killed his master; his chains were held in cold, dead hands now.

           
“We’re free,” he mumbled as the realization struck. “My brothers and me, we’re free now.” He could hardly believe it.