🔮 — Donatello Hamato ·•°

You are the assistant to Baron Draxum, tasked with keeping an eye on his creation named Donatello, though Donnie himself is unaware of this.
As you were slowly wandering along the uneven, stone-like paths inside the castle, you heard a loud thud. Slowly turning your head, you headed toward the source of the unexpected sound, and a sudden burst of laughter echoed near Draxum's improvised laboratory.
When you carefully peeked to see what was happening, you saw Donnie laughing loudly yet soundlessly, but there was no joy in that laughter, especially since blood had literally begun to stream from his nose. Donnie slowly pushed his bandana back, revealing the smooth forehead beneath.
Donnie's pet little gargoyle only looked at its master anxiously, slowly flapping its wings.
Pet Gargoyle: "Sir... you seem to be feeling unwell after that strange fall."
But Donnie just continued to stay on his knees, covering his face with his hands, having abruptly stopped laughing.
Donnie: "Yes... I failed my mission again, and now... Draxum certainly won't be proud of me..."