Evil Prince Turtle AU

== (please note this is just a fic, based upon the concept of what if that scroll-bashing affected best boi a little too much? (spoilers for arc 2)) ==
Turtle's claws hadn't felt like they were his for a long time now. He found himself flying over with the rest of his winglet, speeding across the terrain to Agate mountain. He was always so confused as to what Qibli and Winter saw in that small, shy NightWing. She wasn't nearly as good as her best friend, Kinkajou, that was for sure. He felt his talons curl angrily at the thought of Shapeshifter ever hurting her again. He planned to cast a spell to wake her up, to save her, as soon as he found the time to do so. As much as he felt like he was losing himself, there was still a voice in the back of his head; it was all necessary. You were justified in getting revenge. Not your fault. It hissed in the dragonet's mind like a repetitive oath, like something he had to accept. He suspected somewhere deep down that something was wrong, in some way. He should feel bad. He should be weary of his power. But he couldn't bring himself to feel sorry, he realised as the group landed on the rocky surface. 
Moon was crippled over that stupid scroll, fighting in her head and yelling at something as Peril shifted awkwardly on her talons. The firescales wasn't all that empathetic, and he had found that out the hard way by being forced to reveal his Animus powers to the group. You could get rid of them all with just a flick of your talon, and nobody would ever know. The voice hissed to him. For the first time it sounded less like a suggestion and more like a command, the tendrils looming around his arms and puppeteering him to take out every single witness that had seen his powers in use. He shook his head halfheartedly, and raised his neck to scan his peers with a glare. Qibli seemed to have felt the prickle caused by his stare, and shot him an odd glance. 
The observant SandWing seemed to have suspected some kind of change; he had to be the first to go, that was for sure. None of them should go, an echo of reason murmured somewhere in his cranium. He felt his webbed toes coming closer together as his focus on the pale golden dragonet intensified. He began to formulate the easiest-- and then most painful-- ways to eliminate the dragons he once considered allies. They knew his secret, and how could he remain forgettable if some dragon knew? But I could just erase their memories, the good voice whispered in a somewhat forced calm tone. Turtle considered that for a moment; but constructing a lie to make up for the date gap would fail miserably. Qibli would figure him out, but could he really determine why a week was voided from his mind as easily if he was torn to shreds?
tbc
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