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*It had been a few months after the Kraang. Leo had made it out alive, but everyone was still shaken up by the two-day invasion. Everyone knew the turtles existed, and they were given solace in a new environment, out of the sewers. The media had SOMEHOW intruded and turned it into somewhat of a Times Square on its own, anyway. Now the 5’2’’ turtle was closed up in his room / makeshift lab in a massive apartment, coding another prototype of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He hadn’t gotten around to rebuilding his surrogate-robot-child ever since he was destroyed by Shredder a year ago, but this event threw him back into his work. Anything to escape thinking too much.**Quiet Lo-fi music flowed through the small speakers on Donnie’s desktop, and he hummed along to the melancholy motif. The moonlight shone through the cracks of the closed blinds. His eyes drooped, but he took another sip of the cold coffee at his side.*
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