Timothy Tmnt Novels & Stories

' I instructed carefully. Timmy seemed to hesitate before clearing his throat. "Um, sir..." He started and those coal-like eyes jumped to Timmy. It made me uneasy. "W-what did you, um, want from us..?" Timmy's timid voice was just a breeze in the quiet nature of the forest, and the large wolf cocked its head to the side. His large body languid as he lapped at his wound, not breaking his stare once. "I want the relic, in your basket." He rumbled.

Timothy nodded slowly at what his boy had said. Timothy, the tanner, looked as evil as I thought he was. With thinning brown hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. And small beady eyes which seemed sunk into his thin face. His jaw led to a pointed chin and his lips were thin. He constantly licked them as if nervous all the time. He was short and thin and always smelled of onions. He was looking from me to Triana then back and forth.

Timothy's high, childish voice rang out from time to time. "Where's your mommy?" Timothy answered, "Mommy's living in a big, beautiful house right now." "Who else is in that big, beautiful house?" "Lots of men and women." "Who are these toys and clothes for?" "It's for Mommy's—" "Timmy!" Damien was still concussed, but he forced himself to get out of bed and padded out of the room to stop Timothy from giving away any more information. Upon seeing that Damien was awake, Timothy bounded up to him and hugged him.