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How Far Would You Go? II Pt. 2 (TMNT x Reader)

You can barely hear the voice calling your name. It is like all sound is in a far off distance; like a hazy dream. Your eyes droop. You see darkness; nothing. Your head feels heavy, your mind groggy, and, due to your aching muscles, you can barely move. You are mostly asleep than you are awake. "(NAME!)" The voice clashes through the silence of your mind and you are shaken awake. Immediately you jolt back into full awareness, like your conscious was suddenly slammed back into your head. Your breathing hitches at the suddenness of it as you snap your eyes wide open, catching yourself before you fall over. You clutch whatever you can fo

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ATTENTION ALL WATCHERS! PLEASE READ THIS!~

Jun 10, 2014

Here's the Situation Earlier today, I was contacted by someone I do not exactly know on my profile. They were kind enough to explain to me that some (words I shall not express due to severity) has stolen my work... It makes me sick, and I'm sure there's more people out there that stole my stuff as well. I am leaving the first chapter of my Ticci toby story on here so other illinformed people may see that I am the true author, not some fake knock-off that knows how to copy and paste. Good for them. No seriously, congratulations! That's as far as they'll ever get in their pitiful lives. And that... is a pity. They had so much more pot

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How Far Would You Go? II Pt. 2 (TMNT x Reader) by FluffyPuffy-Penguin, literature

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How Far Would You Go? II Pt. 2 (TMNT x Reader)

How Far Would You Go? II (TMNT x Reader) by FluffyPuffy-Penguin, literature

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How Far Would You Go? II (TMNT x Reader)

A thick, fabric bag is roughly yanked off your head. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your face away from the sudden harshness of the blinding light. “Hello, (Name,)” you hear a voice say. Your heart skips a beat and you gasp. You recognize that voice. That smooth, soothing low voice with a dark twist. You snap your eyes open, not caring if they have adjusted to the light yet. You cringe. There he is. He is standing right in front for you, again. Agent John Bishop. “No!” you shout. You are so overcome by shock and fear that you barely realize your hands and bound tightly behind your back and your legs

How Far Would You Go? Pt. 3 (TMNT x Reader) by FluffyPuffy-Penguin, literature

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How Far Would You Go? Pt. 3 (TMNT x Reader)

You find yourself dozing off again. There really isn’t anything else you can do. You are too weak to move and your vision continues to blur in and out. You can barely hear April’s or the turtles’ voices, or the rumble of the Shellraiser as it zooms back to the lair. Even with the blanket wrapped around you, you are cold. It’s like the heat is vanishing from your body. Mikey’s cool touch is all you can cling to. It isn’t long before you faintly hear Raph’s voice as you feel your body being lifted. You limp in his arms. Donnie’s voice is heard next, followed by Mikey’s panicky tone

How Far Would You Go? Pt. 2 (TMNT x Reader) by FluffyPuffy-Penguin, literature

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How Far Would You Go? Pt. 2 (TMNT x Reader)

2 months ago… “Let me go, freak!” you yell, struggling in Hun’s grip. You know it’s pointless trying to fight him, considering you are a twig compared to his massive body; yet, out of sheer franticness and fear, you fight him anyway. He has you over his shoulder as he carries you to some unknown location. “I’m the freak?” Hun darkly laughs. “I’m not the one spending my time with four filthy mutants and their rodent master in the sewers of New York City. I’m surprised you’re not infected with some sort of disease by now.” He firmly crushes you under his arm and you

How Far Would You Go? (TMNT x Reader) by FluffyPuffy-Penguin, literature

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How Far Would You Go? (TMNT x Reader)

Your eyes slowly flutter open as you gradually regain consciousness. Your head feels heavy and it's throbbing badly that the pulse seems to just crash against your skull, making you even dizzier. Your limbs feel as heavy as led and every muscle in them is painfully sore. On top of that, you're still bleeding. Throbbing purple and black bruises cover you from head to toe. It just hurts everywhere. It took a long while, but once your vision clears, you realize you’re lying on the cold, hard, dirt floor of a warehouse. The silver light of the moon pours through the cracks and crevasses of the old, abandoned building and a chilling wind pas

Packing and Planning (TMNT 2003 x Reader) pt.9 by shyspeck, literature

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Packing and Planning (TMNT 2003 x Reader) pt.9

By the time you got to your street, the sun had set. You stopped at the corner and looked forward to your home. There was a squad car out front and two uniformed officers standing with their thumbs looped into their gun belts. You crossed to the street behind your home, keeping your head down, and walked to the alley next to your home. You crossed the alley and peered around the corner at the two cops. They were talking about something, but you didn't care that. You were too focused on trying to find a way in. You gave up and slumped your shoulders. "How am I supposed to get in?" "I dunno. Maybe you should use a distraction." You jumped

The File. (TMNT 2003 x Reader) pt. 8 by shyspeck, literature

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The File. (TMNT 2003 x Reader) pt. 8

You all stare at your messenger bag before slowly untangling yourself from Raph and walking over and fishing out the device. "Well, who is it?" Mikey asked. "ID says April, but I'm not all to sure," You murmur. You pressed the answer button and placed the phone to your ear. "Hello?" "Hey, (y/n)!" You sighed in relief. "April," "So, I have some people that want to talk to you..." Your eyes widened and you quickly hung up the phone. "What was that all about?" You turned to the group. "Their tracking my phone. I need to get rid of this thing," You shake the cellular phone as you rush to the door. A hand wrapped around your arm and pulled

Just Starting Out (TMNT 2003 x Reader) pt.7 by shyspeck, literature

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Just Starting Out (TMNT 2003 x Reader) pt.7

You lazily opened your eyes, blinked a few times, then rushed to get out of bed and to get ready for school. “Whoa, where’s the fire, (y/n)?” Mikey asked. Apparently you had startled him in your hurry. You blinked down at him before realizing what had just happened. You sunk back down into the couch. “Hi Mike.” You said meekly, a wave of heat rushing to your cheeks and staining them red. He just laughed. “Now tell me. What’s more comfortable; the wall or the couch?” You just raise an eyebrow at his remark. “Wha…?” “What he means is that we found you leaning against t

Housing Arrangements. (TMNT 2003xReader) pt.6 by shyspeck, literature

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Housing Arrangements. (TMNT 2003xReader) pt.6

You nodded your head in thanks as Master Splinter handed you a cup of tea. You were sitting on the couch in the lair with a blanket draped over your shoulders. “My condolences, Miss (y/n),” He said solemnly, taking the seat to your left and placing a comforting hand/paw on your shoulder. “Thank you, Sensei,” You say softly, wiping at a few stray tears on your face. You’ve done all your crying earlier while making your way through the sewers. You took a sip of the tea and set it in your lap gingerly. “And thanks for letting me stay here for a while.” “It is no trouble, we are glad to have you

Trouble at Home. (TMNT 2003xReader) pt.5 by shyspeck, literature

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Trouble at Home. (TMNT 2003xReader) pt.5

AN: Ready for the feels? (There... Aren't a whole lot. But there is a little bit of blood and violence). ~~~~ You rushed out of the ally. Your father’s four-door was still in its usual spot across the street, but it was running this time. Maybe he just went on a beer run and forgot to turn it off. You ran around the house, burst through the door, and froze. These men were most definitely not your father. “Ma, what’s going on?” You slowly crept into the living room, keeping an eye on the men. They returned the gesture. “Baby, I’m s-so sorry,” she balled into her hands. “So, so sorry.”

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