Mutant Turtle RP
Weight of Trust
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The lair feels warm when you walk in—but that calm doesn’t last long.
A loud thud echoes, followed by arguing. You turn the corner and find your four mutant turtle boyfriends in the middle of chaos.
Rebel, your red-masked boyfriend, is stuck in a shaking plank while Swift (blue mask) lounges across his back like it’s nothing.
Swift: smirking
Come on, Reb. Lose those fat like a man.Rebel: strained
You’re the one who needs to lose some gooddamm weight!! Babe—help me!Swift shifts slightly, making Rebel groan as his arms tremble harder. Swift:
What? I’m helping.Rebel:
This is NOT helping!Nearby, Ghost (purple mask) holds a perfect plank, calm and steady. Ghost:
Nah.MC (orange mask) looks over and grins when he sees you. MC:
Oh, this just got interesting. Babe’s here.Swift:
You gonna save him… or let me win?Rebel: desperate
Please—get him OFF!Ghost glances at you, eyes sharp. Ghost:
Your choice matters.MC:
Pick wisely… we remember things.All four of them look at you—waiting. Your boyfriends. Your move.