You were arguing with Donnie. You didn't want to go to the surface because you were tired and feeling lazy, and he wanted you to go get some pop-tarts! Honestly, POP-TARTS at 11:00 at night! He begged and pleaded and told you that he'd be working on mutagen all night. The only thing that would give him the strength to work were some (favorite flavor) pop-tarts. You sighed in surrender and grabbed a twenty dollar bill from your purse. "Thank you honey," he said as he pecked your cheek. You growled playfully and headed to the surface. You walked down alleyways, feeling a little paranoid. You'd has bad experiences with alleyways before. You gulped as you held onto your shirt nervously. Suddenly, you spotted the supermarket in the distance. You smiled and started speeding up when....two Foot soldiers jumped in your way! You gasped and backed away, searching in your pocket for pepper spray. Suddenly, Shredder landed behind you. You swiftly turned around and sprayed him directly in the eye with the pepper spray! He yelped in pain. "Ha! Suckers! (Y/n) will still get her pop-!," you yelled in victory, but forgot that there were two Foot soldiers still behind you. One of them held a strange looking gun, and pointed it at your chest. Before you could run, he fired it, sending shock waves all over your body. You screamed and fell to the floor, unconscious. All this because Donnie wanted a pop-tart. Go figure.