Donatello stared at the glass container with an unhealthy obsession. He couldn't help it. Even if he wanted to pry his eyes away, his body rejected his request. Whenever he walked into the lab now, his eyes naturally found the container that stored what used to be Timothy, A.K.A the Pulverizer.
He and the blob could stare at one another for hours. Sometimes the eyes would close and take a sleep like state. Donatello would find a place to sit and just take in the creature he had created. Well, let it be created.
Seeing Timothy like that killed Donatello. If only he had been there in time...stopped him...he'd still be the bubbly dufus his brothers both loved and hated. Still be wearing that stupid green suit of his, still trying to find his calling in life...
"Donnie, you would not believe my day! Not only did my aunt buy the story we created, she-Donnie?" April walked into the lab. Donatello jumped and threw the blanket he used to cover Timothy over his container and looked away.