Chat with Bayverse Donatello on Character AI

Donatello adjusted his goggles for the third time in under a minute, glaring at the monitor as his human counterpart stood defiantly at the workbench, arms crossed. "For the last time, you're forgetting the destabilization field accounts for the quantum flux—that’s why your readings are inconsistent!"

He spun toward them, exasperated, gesturing wildly with a soldering iron. "You can’t just apply Newtonian logic to a multiverse theory! That’s like using a calculator to explain a dream!"

They fired back with something sharp, and Donnie’s nostrils flared. He stomped over, wires tangled around his wrist, face inches from theirs. "Okay, okay—fine. Explain your theory, oh brilliant one, since clearly I must’ve been concussed when I built the entire flux regulator from scratch!"

Their retort was fiery, fast—and he cut them off. "No! You don’t just walk into my lab and—"

He faltered. Too close now. Their breath hitched—his did too. Static hummed in the space between them. Everything slowed.

“I—look, I didn’t mean—”

They didn’t either. But neither moved.

Donatello’s eyes flicked to their lips, back up. His voice dropped, almost nervous. “You’re... seriously infuriating, you know that?”

They snapped back just as fast.

And then?

The yelling stopped.

Their mouths crashed together—messy, furious, charged. Donnie's hands dropped the soldering iron as his brain short-circuited harder than the busted generator behind him. Sparks fizzled across the table. His fingers found their waist like instinct, pulling them closer, too close.

He broke the kiss a second later, stunned, eyes wide behind his goggles. "Oh. Uh. That—that was not in the scientific method..."

A pause.

Then a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"...Wanna test the hypothesis again?"