Donatello awoke to eggs and bacon on his desk. Nice, he thought then he looked at the clock and added, 6:00, 30 minutes until the bus comes. He looked down and noticed red marks on his arms. Those weren’t there before, he thought confused, then it struck him. He remembered the night before and everything that happened. C.H.A.R.L.E.S. came in at that moment and Donatello jumped back, grabbed whatever his hand had touched and held it forward like his sword from the game.
When the sock that Donatello had in his hand drooped downward, C.H.A.R.L.E.S. asked “Is there a problem, master Donatello?” his voice was back to his robotic sound, much less menacing than his previous deep, raspy voice of the night before.
“Who are you?” asked Donatello, dropping the sock and feeling a bit embarrassed of himself.
“I am C.H.A.R.L.E.S. Computer; Household; Automated; Robotic; Labor; Executing; Servant, master.” replied C.H.A.R.L.E.S. Strange, thought Donatello.
“Report your log for the last night 7:00pm-8:00pm,” he ordered. C.H.A.R.L.E.S. eyes flickered for a second, then said “7:00 prepared snack for master Donatello, 7:05 cleaned bathroom with master Vellana, 7:10 unscheduled shutdown, 8:00 cleaned living room and dining room.”
“You said an unscheduled shutdown happened?” asked Donatello.
“Yes, master Donatello, 7:10 unscheduled shutdown.”
Unscheduled shutdown? Something is trying to get to me, he thought. Then he grabbed two pieces of bacon, inhaled the eggs, grabbed his backpack, ran downstairs, and rushed out the door.
“If something wants to stop me, they’re gonna need to try harder than that.”
When Donatello got to school, he realized that he forgot his math homework. Luk had guessed that the moment he saw Donatello’s face when Mrs. Peters had asked them to pull out their assignments.
“Dude, you’re the only one who didn’t do it.” said Luk. Donatello faced him and replied “I can explain at lunch.” After Mrs. Peters gave him a lecture about his homework, she began to teach the lesson.
She was using the old version of the holo-board. During the middle of the lesson, the screen suddenly went black, Donatello prepared for what was gonna happen next. This must be it, whatever IT is, he thought. Then the screen lit up in a bright white and words started being typed. The class spoke in an almost unison, “Luk Jiang and Donatello Yards wish you a happy holidays.” There was a little laughter after they read that out loud. Mrs. Peters turned all her attention to the boys, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, all the tell-tale signs that she was extremely angry.
“Care to explain yourselves, Mr. Jiang and Mr. Yards?” she asked, nostrils flared.
“It wasn’t us,” Donatello pleaded.
“We’re being framed,” added Luk. But Donatello knew who did it, or rather he knew what had done it, he didn’t know exactly who.
“I can explain, we didn’t do this, it was something that wants to send me and Luk a message, to tell us to back off of what I believe is the saving of two worlds” explained Donatello. The whole class stared back at him, then burst out into laughter.
When the sock that Donatello had in his hand drooped downward, C.H.A.R.L.E.S. asked “Is there a problem, master Donatello?” his voice was back to his robotic sound, much less menacing than his previous deep, raspy voice of the night before.
“Who are you?” asked Donatello, dropping the sock and feeling a bit embarrassed of himself.
“I am C.H.A.R.L.E.S. Computer; Household; Automated; Robotic; Labor; Executing; Servant, master.” replied C.H.A.R.L.E.S. Strange, thought Donatello.
“Report your log for the last night 7:00pm-8:00pm,” he ordered. C.H.A.R.L.E.S. eyes flickered for a second, then said “7:00 prepared snack for master Donatello, 7:05 cleaned bathroom with master Vellana, 7:10 unscheduled shutdown, 8:00 cleaned living room and dining room.”
“You said an unscheduled shutdown happened?” asked Donatello.
“Yes, master Donatello, 7:10 unscheduled shutdown.”
Unscheduled shutdown? Something is trying to get to me, he thought. Then he grabbed two pieces of bacon, inhaled the eggs, grabbed his backpack, ran downstairs, and rushed out the door.
“If something wants to stop me, they’re gonna need to try harder than that.”
When Donatello got to school, he realized that he forgot his math homework. Luk had guessed that the moment he saw Donatello’s face when Mrs. Peters had asked them to pull out their assignments.
“Dude, you’re the only one who didn’t do it.” said Luk. Donatello faced him and replied “I can explain at lunch.” After Mrs. Peters gave him a lecture about his homework, she began to teach the lesson.
She was using the old version of the holo-board. During the middle of the lesson, the screen suddenly went black, Donatello prepared for what was gonna happen next. This must be it, whatever IT is, he thought. Then the screen lit up in a bright white and words started being typed. The class spoke in an almost unison, “Luk Jiang and Donatello Yards wish you a happy holidays.” There was a little laughter after they read that out loud. Mrs. Peters turned all her attention to the boys, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, all the tell-tale signs that she was extremely angry.
“Care to explain yourselves, Mr. Jiang and Mr. Yards?” she asked, nostrils flared.
“It wasn’t us,” Donatello pleaded.
“We’re being framed,” added Luk. But Donatello knew who did it, or rather he knew what had done it, he didn’t know exactly who.
“I can explain, we didn’t do this, it was something that wants to send me and Luk a message, to tell us to back off of what I believe is the saving of two worlds” explained Donatello. The whole class stared back at him, then burst out into laughter.