I’m Currently In The Process Of Writing The Next Part To Warfare So It Might Take A Bit Longer For

I’m currently in the process of writing the next part to Warfare so it might take a bit longer for me to get Part 8 out, just a heads up. :) also I'm trying out a new signature to sign my art!

But in the meantime have a little comic that was based off of a dream I had! (I have really vivid dreams guys, sometimes it's scary but I'll leave more context of what entailed below :D) ↓

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The night breeze felt great on Donnie's skin. He wasn't sure why he wanted some fresh air alone without his brothers but he was thankful for the peace and quiet. Well, save for the usual New York hustle and bustle. Car horns blaring and the usual chatter between others. Even though it was 4 am it seemed like it was midday with all the people. It is said that this is the city that never sleeps.

Donnie sighs, taking in the moon and the faint stars above. He couldn't help but smile a little; to disconnect for a little while. Between his family and his tech, although he'd never admit it out loud, he was glad to be alone. It was rare for him, but sometimes doing nothing...could be absolute bliss.

Feeling a bit antsy not working on something though he decided that he'd go for a little walk. He had his black mask to cover his mouth, his hoodie, and wore some black jeans, so as long as he kept his hood up he wouldn't get any weird looks. It occurred to him that he left his battle shell at home, but he wasn't going far, just a little jaunt, so he shrugged and hopped down into the alley that was below him. He has S.H.E.L.D.O.N. on standby anyway, in case something did happen, no matter how highly unlikely that was.

After securing his mask to the sewed on buttons on his bandana, he pulled his hoodie up and tucked his hands into his hoodie pocket. He looked around the corner so as to not bump into anyone before he joined the crowd of people, blending in. Sometimes it felt nice to blend in...to be a part of the societal norms. Donnie relaxed a bit more and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it as he walked.

CRASH!!

It came from the alley Donnie just left. And of course no one reacted to the disturbing sound and shuffles coming from the darkness. Donnie kept walking, assuming it must have been a cat or something of the sort.

"HELP!"

Donnie heard the desperate cry and faltered his next step and bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch it!" the man spit but kept on walking.

Donnie didn't give him a response and also kept walking, slowly now though. He put his phone back in his pocket.

Come on, Donnie. Just leave...

"PLEASE!!"

Donnie stops in his tracks as goosebumps spread across his skin. They sounded like they were in pain. Like they were desperate...Donnie pulls his hood down more, thinking.

Arrgh! I can't just leave!

He knew what he had to do before his mind even made up the decision. Donnie turned and ran back to the alley, easily weaving around people, his hood flying back at his speed.

I can't believe I'm doing this...

He turns the corner and sees someone on the ground, slash marks across their forearm, no doubt to try and block the attacker. Blood was dripping down onto the dirty alley floor, mixing with old newspapers and trash. It didn't escape Donnie that he didn't have his battle shell, but he didn't have to necessarily fight. He just needed to get them out of there.

He hurriedly grabbed their arm, taking advantage of the fact that the attacker hadn't noticed him yet, and pulled them up, ready to jet out of there into the crowd where they could take cover.

"LET GO!!"

They pulled their arm back and fell against the wall roughly. His moment of surprise was gone and the attacker was aware of him now.

"Hey! I'm trying to help you!" Donnie growls under his breath. The person lying on the ground looked up in surprise.

The attacker didn't say a word as he backhanded Donnie in the face with so much power and force that he flew to the brick wall behind him, and without his battle shell, the impact was excruciating. Donnie let out a rough yell and fell to the ground. He immediately pulled up his sleeve and called for S.H.E.L.D.O.N. to alert his brothers and to send him his battle shell.

He stood up and held his hand out to the person, standing up but wincing at the pain that came from his shell and the dull ache on his cheek. He couldn't tell how bad the damage was to his shell, but the pain was manageable for now.

"If you're done wasting my time, I suggest we RUN!"

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And that was the end of my dream you guys (⁠T⁠T⁠)

The whole thing was from a third person perspective which was weird. Usually my dreams are first person. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of the comic and dream. I appreciate you all and I hope you have a blessed day! ✝️