Test Subject (Raph X Reader)

Y/N P.O.V

I get back to the kitchen just in time for the front door opening and my dad coming home.

"Hey dad how was work?" I ask as I watch him come in through the door. Before I can fully take in his appearance I'm engulfed into a hug. "Y/N. Guess what? I've gotten a pay rise! Isnt that great! If all goes well with the.... project then we can get a TV in your room like you've been wanting."

Guilt bubbles in my stomach as I listen to what he has to say. We've never been well off and my own TV was something I dreamed about (as dumb as it may sound) but at the same time. I know that whatever is going to happen to the turtle is something that will go against all of my morals. Even the idea of it makes me sick and the fact that I even considered a TV over the safety of another living being is selfish.

Despite my inner torment I put of the realist smile I could muster and tell him that I'm proud to be his daughter. My dad isnt a bad man, hes made bad choices and went against his morals. Hes still the man who is in my fondest childhood memories just with extra issues. "I'm going to go to my lab. Ignore anything you hear, I know it's hard sweety but I'm doing what's best."

I smile at him and nod as he turns on his heels to walk towards the door to his lab. After a few seconds of letting my imagination go wild about what may be happening I sit down in the living room and begin to eat. Half an hour passes and the guilt is still as bad as ever.

Eventually I decided to try go to sleep. Shuffling through the empty halls and eventually making it to my room. I collapse on my bed and curl up in a ball wondering to myself how the hell I'm going to help him. Those worried train of thought (although seeming more of a train wreck) swarm my mind as I fall into a light sleep.

*slam*

Or not.

I creep to the corner of my bedroom door to see why the front door slammed shut but before I do I hear my dads voice.

"Welcome master shredder. Everything is ready, shall we talk in my lab?"

Then a second darker voice responded,  "Very well, I trust everything is in order"

Peaking my head round the door so I can get a veiw of their conversation I see my dad nod his head firmly. I roll my eyes at his dumb question but ignore it. I mean if he already told you everything is ready why would you repeat the statement. My dad begins to lead him through the house and out of my field of vision.

That's when the adrenaline kicked in. I need to help him.

I run behind them to catch up while shouting for them to wait.

"Yeah Y/N?" My dad asks with a small frown

"Oh- um. I was just wondering if you would like me to get refreshments. I heard the door slam and... yeah...." I awkwardly trail off at the end hoping it sounded convincing. Honestly I just wanted to slow them down. Dad opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the man who I can now see is covering his face with a black mask but looks normal otherwise.

"Your father has something downstairs to show me however it will only take a few minutes. I'll take a black coffee with two sugars."

"Sure thing sir" I say. Only using 'sir' to seem innocent and harmless when really I was going to set up the baby monitor I got using my pocket money. It was originally due to a dumb joke but turns out it comes in useful more often than youd think.

They leave the room and that's when I start my work (putting the kettle on first). By the time the kettle had finished boiling I was ready and started making the coffees. I go to the basement door with both the cups (I made my dad one too) as an excuse to go down. Before j could get the door open properly my dad shouts for me to leave them in the kitchen and to go back to my room.

I sit anxiously by the monitor, waiting for them to do something. It takes way too long and before I know it, I've passed out. Wow. I must be the only person who falls asleep in a life or death situation. Good going idiot.

The sound of the door closing wakes me up for a second time tonight. I listen to my dads footsteps growing closer to my room until he passes it and throws himself on his bed.

Half an hour passes before I am confident hes asleep. 30 whole minutes of listening until the silence is filled with his loud snoring. That's when I slowly lift myself off my bed and tiptoe around all the squeaky bits on the floor. Slowly and silently I make my way to the door.

As I'm passing I grab some pizza from the fridge and grab a glass of water. I cringe as the door creaks while opening and freeze, waiting to hear ig I woke my dad up. Luckly nothing happened and I carefully walked down the stairs, footsteps echoing as I go. Finally I get to the bottom.

As the turtle comes into veiw I grow nauseous. He's bleeding from a lot of places on his body, eyes screwed tightly shut.

"I told you to piss off, I'm not tellin ya anythin" he grunted

"I brought you some water and food, I- Um. I'm really sorry-"

"You're sorry? You're sorry!!! Dont waste my time." He cuts me off mid sentence glaring at me.

I sigh, and lift up the glass of water "drink up, I'll start to treat your wounds once you do" He just grunts at me.

Then I start to hear something buzzing. Suddenly the room is illuminated by a phone. He has a phone. I'm kinda surprised that it wasn't taken from him, I mean it's pretty obvious that phones arent something youd want a victim of kidnapping to have. Either way it's a good thing for us. I look at him struggling in his bonds and try to help but it's no use.

I do the one thing I think is rational in this situation.

I answer it