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This is the picture to accompany chapter 8 of my fanfic, A New Normal!

If you want to know what's happening, then read the chapter here:
A New Normal - Chapter 8
Chapter 8: A Walking Explosion
He’d spent as long in his room as it had taken for Leo’s door to clunk closed, then Raph abandoned the lair in preference of restlessly prowling the sewers. A part of him knew he should be trying to sleep, but the bigger part knew that either it wouldn’t happen or, worse, it would invite back the nightmares.
Better to keep moving, to give his body something to do and hope that his mind would be kept suitably distracted. Then eventually, when he was tired enough, he would be able to fall into the easy, dreamless sleep that followed dogged exercise.
Several times he was cut off from the path he’d intended to take through the passageways, as usually empty overflow chambers were instead filled with reeking, stagnant waste. It smelt worse than normal, with a chemical undertone that made his head hurt. The waste water engineers must be trying a new treatment; hopefully they’d keep it away from the lair.
Raphael

Or start from the beginning:
A New Normal - ProloguePrologue: Fallen Foe
The gloom of nightfall was cast over the towering skyline of New York City. It was a cold, cloudy evening, filled with a persistent drizzle that threatened at any given moment to increase into full blown rain. The wind swept into every corner, leaving no escape from the elements to anyone spending the night outdoors.
For this reason, most had elected not to venture from their cosy houses and were instead warmly tucked up indoors. From the populous high-rise apartments of Manhattan Island, to the tree lined streets of the outer suburbs, most people were cosy within their dwellings. The few that ventured out huddled under raincoats and umbrellas, with their gaze cast downwards as they avoided the puddles that were forming on streets and sidewalks.
But even on a night such as this, evil didn’t take a break. They did, however, elect to limit their wrongdoings to operations that could be carried out under shelter. After all, they disliked being co

This picture came second in the annual Artist Nexus awards for 2017! Thank you so much to everyone who voted for me!

Description
This is the picture to accompany chapter 8 of my fanfic, A New Normal!

If you want to know what's happening, then read the chapter here:
A New Normal - Chapter 8
Chapter 8: A Walking Explosion
He’d spent as long in his room as it had taken for Leo’s door to clunk closed, then Raph abandoned the lair in preference of restlessly prowling the sewers. A part of him knew he should be trying to sleep, but the bigger part knew that either it wouldn’t happen or, worse, it would invite back the nightmares.
Better to keep moving, to give his body something to do and hope that his mind would be kept suitably distracted. Then eventually, when he was tired enough, he would be able to fall into the easy, dreamless sleep that followed dogged exercise.
Several times he was cut off from the path he’d intended to take through the passageways, as usually empty overflow chambers were instead filled with reeking, stagnant waste. It smelt worse than normal, with a chemical undertone that made his head hurt. The waste water engineers must be trying a new treatment; hopefully they’d keep it away from the lair.
Raphael

Or start from the beginning:
A New Normal - ProloguePrologue: Fallen Foe
The gloom of nightfall was cast over the towering skyline of New York City. It was a cold, cloudy evening, filled with a persistent drizzle that threatened at any given moment to increase into full blown rain. The wind swept into every corner, leaving no escape from the elements to anyone spending the night outdoors.
For this reason, most had elected not to venture from their cosy houses and were instead warmly tucked up indoors. From the populous high-rise apartments of Manhattan Island, to the tree lined streets of the outer suburbs, most people were cosy within their dwellings. The few that ventured out huddled under raincoats and umbrellas, with their gaze cast downwards as they avoided the puddles that were forming on streets and sidewalks.
But even on a night such as this, evil didn’t take a break. They did, however, elect to limit their wrongdoings to operations that could be carried out under shelter. After all, they disliked being co

This picture came second in the annual Artist Nexus awards for 2017! Thank you so much to everyone who voted for me!