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An EDIT i made based on images from the ROTTMNT season 1 finale
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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 11 months
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When The World Crumbles: Chapter 17, The Experiment pt 2
Final word count 14102 words
HOLY F U C K
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pocoslip · 1 year
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Jurassic Park but with Casey Jones and a Giant Cat Instead plus she is not mine...
(remember that one scene from jurassic park??)
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i-restuff · 1 year
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teenage mutant ninjea trutles trnenage mutant ninaj trutlesn teenaneg emutant ninja tuetles heroes inthe half sjels turtle powz
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portpebble · 11 months
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Some people know trigonometry. But Oh yeah? I knwo more abt teenage mutant ninaj turtles than u bitch. how abt that?? gottem.
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angelicdavinci · 3 years
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💕 Love Handled
Commission @tmntspidergirl
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Hope you're having a good day!
How would the boys respond to their SO walking in with the most intense sunburn? Think tomato red. Especially since they don't get sunburns themselves
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Leo
You practically waddle in to the lair
the sunburn is everywhere and it’s bad, any skin touching skin (and even clothing) hurts to no end
Leo is doing the dishes when you come around the corner and just stand waiting for him to notice you
finally he turns around only to be presented with his fuchsia coloured partner.
“Can you get the-”
“I’ll get the aloe vera....”
you need to do everything slowly so your sun burned thighs don’t rub together too much
he gets you to lie on the bed and just slathers you in aloe gel, like a good layer all over the body
“Man, I’ve never seen it this bad before. But at least pink is your colour since you’re stuck like this”
“well, until it peels” you correct
he looks dumbfounded
“Leo...It peels off and goes away. You know that, right?”
he did not, he just assumed humans were stuck this way forever 
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Raph
You come into the lair and carefully lower yourself down onto the sofa next to Raph who takes one good look at you and sighs
“Baby, I know red is my colour and you wanna support me but this is a bit far”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!”
oh
you end up telling him you’re in so much pain and need a cool bath
so he runs you one and sits on the floor by the bath the entire time you’re in there
looking up fun sunburn facts
“Did you know there’s nothing that can heal sunburn heal faster”
“Thanks, babe. I really wanted to know that right now....”
when you eventually get out of the tub he helps pat you dry very carefully and escorts you to bed
before you fall asleep you see his eyes widen in fear, so you ask what’s wrong
“It says here you’re gonna start peeling. Like a snake?? What the hell”
you decide to roll with it
“Yeah, honey. All my skin just falls off in one big piece. It sucks”
then you just roll over and go to sleep, leaving him with that mental image.
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Mikey
You get to the lair and you’re just in the worst mood
everything hurts, everything is a weird pinky red colour and everything is inflamed
you’re hoping seeing Mikey would cheer you up
“babycakes, why do you look like raw chicken??”
ok so it’s not cheering you up
you turn to leave but he catches you up and asks what happened
“I’m sunburned, Mikey! I’m very badly sunburned”
He looks perplexed
“the sun can do that?”
oh god, this sweet poor thing has no idea what the hell sunburn is
you have to explain it to him
eventually you just bed him to be delicate with you and help you rub creams into your skin to ease the burning and inflammation 
occasionally he still giggles and tell you that you’re the cutest raw chicken he’s ever seen
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Donnie
You’re tired, you’re in pain and your skin is starting to peel
you decide it’s time to stop hiding and you need a trip to doctor DonBon (as you call him) to sort this out
“This is the worst case I think there’s ever been” he says upon seeing you
“I can’t imagine anyone having it worse than this, good god”
he has so much sympathy for you and falling asleep sunbathing 
but also thinks you’re a bit of a dummy for it
he makes up some lotion potion that is supposed to help and you’re sceptical at first
but the second it makes contact with your skin, it soothes the hotness of it immediately. You feel like a brand new person
he also gives you plenty of water to drink because he knows that the sunburn has drawn all of the moisture to your skin’s surface
he prescribes you plenty of rest and a few forehead kisses as well as the cream he mixed up for you
but he also is there to make sure you’re not picking at your blisters or peeling skin
he gives you one of those classic Donnie “I wouldn’t if I were you” looks
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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 1 year
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Mighty Morphin Power Rangers/ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comic master post
Issue 1 parts 1-3
Issue 2 parts 1-2
Issue 3 parts 1-2
Issue 4 parts 1-2
Issue 5 parts 1-2
And finally credit to both BOOM! Studios and IDW for publishing this comic
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Issue 4 part 1
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Issue 2 part one
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Issue 3 part 1
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Since apparently my brain cannot shut up it decided to make ANOTHER au scenario (I decided that I am not touching When The World Crumbles until January because everytime I open the google doc my mind goes fucking blank, meanwhile Sunshine of The Woods and Lost But Never Found continue to mock me)
The 2012 boys all die in the final battle against the Super Shredder (except Leo he dies a month later) and are reincarnated in the rise universe
However unlike most reincarnation aus the reborn 2012 boys arent adopted by the rise boys, no these poor kids are basically street orphans for the first 8 years of their lives. Then they meet the rise boys (I would put their meeting a few days after the events of Todd Scouts)
They dont remember their past lives except through nightmares.
They have the marks of their causes of death as birth marks
The age order has also changed with the oldest turtles being the ones who died first (so the new age order from oldest to youngest would be: Mikey, Raph, Donnie and Leo)
This would definitely be the au that is mostly crack and fluff that gets darker and darker as we go :)
And I am not touching this au again until Sunshine Of The Woods is completed because Im not that insane
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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 1 year
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When The World Crumbles: Chapter 14, Breaking News: These Turtles Are Orphans!
"If you are hearing this then that means that Neon Leon is far too busy doing awesome ninja bullshit and or I saw a guy way too hot for me to ignore to answer the phone right now. Leave a message! And if it's my wonderful amazing brother Donald...I didn't do it! It's all Mikey's fault Buh Bye!" The prerecorded message ended, leaving Raph to stare at his phone.
Another call went to voicemail.
Just like the last six or seven. It was getting hard to tell. Today had gotten off to a rough start to say the least. It all began last night when Leo was throwing up in the bathroom. Not because he ate something weird, no, the cause was a nightmare.
A horrible, horrible nightmare that scared him so bad he didn't want to sleep in his own room. And of course Leo refused to talk about it, letting only one detail slip.
That he dreamt about burning alive.
Which is naturally horrifying. Then things started getting weird when Leonardo came to check on them, apparently he had a nightmare too. His didn't seem quite as severe as Leo's but still both of them having nightmares at the same time completely unprompted. That is…strange.
And then there was the disaster of a team meeting. One of Leo's katanas tore through the portal generator Donnie had been working on, and it almost took Leonardo's head clean off. Then he got knocked out and while he was fine that was still terrifying.
Worst part was that Leo knew something was wrong with his katana, apparently it's been happening all week. He didn't tell anyone, plugged it into the generator and just hoped for the best.
Once the truth was out, Leo portaled away to go follow their older counterparts. Said counterparts cut the meeting short when Splinter came in.
Raph didn't know why. But the looks in their eyes terrified him. It was like they'd seen something horrific, something you would never want anyone to see.
Something no one should know.
But he's getting off topic. The snapper shook his head, banishing the thoughts as he glanced at Mikey and Donnie.
Mikey was fidgeting nervously in his seat, small and quiet whimpers occasionally coming from his mouth. Raph frowned, wanting to scoop his youngest brother into a good ole classic 'Raph hug.' Of course he couldn't do that right now, he was driving the turtle tank. This morning was a rocky one and it obviously left the box turtle frazzled.
Stressed and so clearly worried about their older counterparts. They were close to tears when they stormed off.
A metal pincer emerged from the back of Donnie's battle shell. It reached over to Mikey, gently patting him on the head. Raph shifted his eyes towards the purple clad turtle.
Donnie sat rigid, his entire body had gone taut. Earlier he was cursing up a storm, calling his twin every name in the book while he clawed at the tank's dashboard. He was obviously pissed that months of work was suddenly ruined because Leo failed to mention his katana was on the fritz.
Now he was no longer cussing so much that Raph was seriously considering a swear jar. Of course he was still furious, given how his hands were tightly clenched into fists but at least he was quiet. For now, once they find Leo all hell will break loose.
"Leo still isn't answering?" Mikey asked, tapping his fingers against his knee pads.
"Nope! No answer." Mikey pouted while Donnie clenched his fists even tighter, causing his arms to tremble.
"Coward. That is what my loathsome twin is, a coward." The softshell grumbled, making Raph frown at him in dread. It's not like Leo can hide forever. It's only a matter of when they find him so Donnie can begin his rant.
"Look, maybe Leo is just busy helping the guys on the recon mission! Yeah that's probably it." Neither of the two younger turtles look convinced by Raph's attempt at reassurance.
"Or more likely he is ignoring us because he knows what's coming to him." Donnie added with a scowl.
"If only our counterparts had phones!" Mikey whined. Then he could call Michelangelo and ask what's wrong. Then he could help.
Donnie pulled out four custom made cell phones from his battle shell. Each one was in the same color as the older turtles' masks. "Once we find them they will have phones, which means Angelo you can send them as many memes and pictures of Mayhem as you want!" Mikey perked up at that.
Raph smiled a bit, pressing the call button again. The phone rang, causing the turtle tank to fall silent as the trio held their breath. Another ring and no answer, the tension only growing.
On the third ring, instead of hearing the voicemail message again, there was a huff of breath. Leo picked up. Finally.
"Put him on speaker!" Donnie hissed, eyes filled with malice. Raph gave him a quick look of 'Don't start yelling' but obliged.
"Hey Leo where have you been we've been trying to call-" Suddenly the snapper was cut off.
"HELP!" Four voices yelled at once "WE NEED HELP!" Leo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo.
Raph stopped the tank, Mikey and Donnie crowding around him.
"What do you mean? Guys what happened? What's wrong?" The panic was clear in their voices, making Raph's heart start to race.
Then the chaos started.
"Ok so we went back to the sawmill-" "Donnie's hurt he bleeding real bad dudes-" "Leo's in some kind of freaky trance-" "The foot clan ambushed us-" "We were doing fine till more of them fucking came-" "Should I pull the arrow out-" "No! Not till we can stop the bleeding OW-" "What the fuck did you do to my brother-" "Oh shut the fuck up shorty-" "SHORTY-" "I was trying to help him-" "OW MIKEY STOP MOVING THE ARROW-" "I was wiping the blood away-" "Leon I swear to god I will throw you off this building-" "Do it no balls-"
Mikey suddenly grabbed Raph's phone. "This is a job for Dr. Delicate Touch!" He said with a smile. He took a breath and then…
"STOP FUCKING YELLING AT EACH OTHER YOU IDIOTS AND TELL US WHAT HAPPENED!" He shouted into the phone, making the turtles go silent. Raph and Donnie stared at their youngest brother. Donnie covered his mouth with one hand, whispering a soft 'gasp' while Raph just looked mortified.
"My angel swore at me!" Leo said, faking a dramatic gasp.
"Fuck yeah little dude!" Michelangelo exclaimed, you could almost picture him making a peace sign.
"Holy shit little Mikey swore, ain't that damn fucking hilarious!" Raphael added with a tired laugh.
"I can almost hear Big Raph's blood pressure rising!" Donatello said, his voice pained.
"Ok! Ignoring the foul language, Mikey's right. Everyone that isn't Leo, can you please be quiet so my little brother can calmly explain what happened?" An audible gulp was heard.
"Do I have to? Ugh fine! We went to the sawmill and all the Kraang stuff was gone! ¡No había nada allí! Then the Foot Clan showed up and we were doing great until more of them came." Raphael made a growling sound in the background.
"It was an ambush," Leo continued. "We got our asses whooped and then Lee got hurt by the Lieutenant. I was trying to help him when he snatched my katana to keep fighting but it's got him in a freaky trance I think."
"Oh really, first your katana breaks the portal generator I spent months working on-"
"DONNIE NOT HELPING!" Practically all three turtles, minus the three older counterparts, yelled at the softshell. Donnie held up his hands.
"Donald, can we please discuss that when we are back home and when your counterpart doesn't have an arrow in his shoulder!"
"Wait he's what!" Raph yelled, older brother instincts flaring. The other turtles all groaned.
"As I was saying, then taller Donnie got hit in the shoulder by an arrow because those foot faces had to bring archers! Then we portaled away and here we are!"
"Where is 'here' exactly?"
"Uh, it looks like the roof of April's highschool!"
"Seriously Leon you portaled us to a highschool of all places? In the middle of the day!"
"I panicked!"
"So apparently when you panic do you always make really stupid desicions?"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Make me! Bitch!"
Two splashes that sounded like water balloons cut off the growing argument between Leo and Raphael.
"Will you both chill out!" Michelangelo yelled. Seems like he was also embracing the Dr. Delicate Touch.
"So older Nardo is in a trance, is he showing response to any outside stimuli, such as touch or sound."
"Well he seems to be aware that I'm touching him since he keeps trying to squirm away but I don't think he can hear-will you stop it!" Raphael said, clearly struggling.
"Fascinating, this is completely unprecedented!"
"Donnie, focus!"
"Alright guys you just gotta stay calm and stay hidden, and we'll come pick you up!" Raph said, starting up the turtle tank again.
"Oh by the way Big Mikey we got your nunchucks and kusari-gama chain from the construction site!" Mikey added, his counterpart's cheer made him smile.
"Well I'm gonna hang up and maybe try to deal with this whole situation, also bring a first aid kit. I forgot to restock my fanny pack!"
Raph sighed, pinching his beak. "Got it we'll be there soon-"
The red clad turtle was cut off by a loud yowling screech. It almost sounded like a cat being startled.
"DID YOU JUST BITE ME? LEE FUCKING BIT ME!" Leo screamed, while the other three turtles started snickering.
"Maybe don't wave your hand in front of his face then."
"FUCK OFF DONNIE!"
"Uh Leo-" And with that Leo hung up.
"I might sound a bit mean by saying this but Nardo totally deserved that bite." Raph and Mikey turned towards Donnie.
"Donnie I get that you're mad at Leo but can you please put that aside until everyone is safe and at home."
At Mikey's puppy dog eyes, the softshell sighed and nodded.
"Fine I will save my undying fury for afterwards, might be fun to let Nardo sweat it out for a bit. Besides I want to run some tests on Lee-"
"Donnie…"
Raph groaned, his heart pounding against his ribs. It's not even noon and he already wants to scream.
Leo was holding his hand, the black wrappings pulled up to expose the bite. Thankfully the skin hadn't been broken, but it was going to leave a nasty bruise for sure.
"He bit me! I can't believe he bit me!" The slider whined with all the dramatics of a broadway star.
"Oh calm down he's bit me like five times already!" Raphael grunted, glancing at the almost ring shaped bruises from his struggling brother. Not like he was complaining.
For the brief time they have been sitting on the highschool rooftop, Leonardo has not calmed down. He was held tight in Raphael's arms, trying to break free while his heart was racing. Not once has he made a sound outside of breathing. His blue eyes were still covered by the white third eyelid, making him look almost feral in a sense.
Leo's katana was still in his hands, his knuckles snow white around the handle.
He didn't let go of it even once.
"So what are we gonna do about Leo?" Michelangelo asked while he pressed some of his removed wrappings to Donatello's shoulder, slowing the blood that was running around the arrow.
"I have no clue!"
"Neither do I mi amigo."
"Maybe you should try to get the sword out of his hands? Ever thought of that?" Donatello suggested, not even trying to hide the sarcasm.
"Yup you are definitely DeeDee's counterpart."
"Well it just makes sense! He didn't fall into this trance until he had your katana in his hands so if you remove the katana he should wake up."
"Wow I can't believe I didn't think of that!" Raphael retorted with an equal amount of sarcasm.
"Maybe if you used more than the two brain cells you have for punching things-" Michelangelo smacked a water balloon into Donatello's face, shushing the purple clad turtle.
"Just get the sword away from Leo, got it thanks Donnie!" Donatello rolled his eyes, his breathing was a bit heavy from the pain.
Leo rolled the black fabric back over his arm and rubbed his hands together. He grabbed as much of the handle as he could.
"Watch and learn boys! It's time for Neon Leon to prove that he is sword of the best ninja in New York!" The other three turtles groaned at the pun.
Leo pulled the katana with all his strength, but it didn't budge even a little bit. He tried pulling again and still nothing. "Dude, will you let go of my sword?" Still nothing. "Oh come on let go let go let go!"
"Uh Leon you might wanna-"
Suddenly Leo started hollering in pain. On the last tug his hands slipped from the handle and were dragged across the blade. Blood started soaking through the black wrappings with the turtle hissing like an angry cat.
"Ow ow ow that fucking hurt! Zero out of ten stars do not recommend augh!"
"Maybe you should've put the sheath over the blade first?" Once again Donatello came in with the oh so needed sarcasm.
"Fuck off!"
"Let me try!" Michelangelo popped up, rubbing his hands.
"Mikey don't I don't want you to cut yourself!" Raphael warned but his brother didn't listen.
He grabbed the handle and took a deep breath.
"Someone count me down?" He asked, Leo rolled his now slightly teary eyes, one of his cut hands was balled up into a fist to try and slow the bleeding. Donatello was trying to wrap the other one with some of his own wrappings.
"Fine! Three, Two, One!" Once the countdown was over Michelangelo began to pull.
He kept his grip iron tight, gritting his teeth all the way. He kept pulling and pulling and it seemed like he was either gonna give up or have the same accident as Leo.
"Mikey seriously you're gonna hurt yourself-"
"BOOYAKASHA!" Michelangelo screamed into the sky, a loud shing echoing through the air. The katana was in his hands, held high above his head. The other turtles' jaws dropped.
The recoil sent the orange clad turtle falling backwards, landing on his shell.
"Wha ha ha what? How did you-"
"I got the magic touch bro! The magic touch!"
Leonardo sat up, quicker than a bullet. He was panting heavily, choking on the air as he struggled to breathe.
"Woah woah, easy Leo easy. Deep breaths ok? Deep breaths…" Raphael cooed, rubbing his older brother's shell.
It took about a minute for the blue clad turtle to catch his breath. When he did he started looking around, weren't they just at the sawmill?
"W-where…"
"The roof of April's highschool, apparently."
"I panicked!"
Leonardo nodded, shielding his eyes from the bright light of the sun. It hurt so much, made his head throb like an open wound.
"You good?"
"Too b-bright…" Raphael carefully scooped him up by the waist and dragged him over to an air conditioning box that was giving some shade.
"That better?" Leonardo nodded, or tried to. That simple action made his stomach lurch.
"So what happened?" Donatello asked, Leo leaning against his uninjured shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"What do you remember?" With Michelangelo's clarification Leonardo began to think.
"We were fighting against the foot clan, the scrawny one kicked me, more ninjas showed up so I grabbed Leon's katana…I can't think of anything else…it feels like a blur, god my head is killing me." Leonardo finished, massaging his temples.
"Oh so you don't remember biting me?" Dark blue eyes went wide.
"I bit you?"
"Yuppers!"
Then his eyes landed on Donatello's shoulder, with an arrow straight through it.
He tried to stand up, his right knee exploding with pain causing Leonardo to nearly fall until Raphael caught him.
"Easy, easy, don't strain yourself."
"Donnie come here let me check that out." He gestured for the purple clad turtle to come over. Michelangelo helped Donatello stand and sat him down in front of the eldest.
"Dude chill, Raph, DeeDee and Miguel are coming in the turtle tank with medical stuff, we can patch Dee up then!" Leo said, now leaning against Michelangelo.
Leonardo ignored him completely, gently inspecting the wound. The arrow had gone straight through with the arrow head on the other side of Donatello's shoulder. That's good, all they'd have to do is cut off the arrow head and they could pull the rest of the arrow out no problem. Then it's only a matter of cleaning and repairing the wound.
"Can you move your arm?" Donatello nodded, it hurt a lot but he was sure the arrow hadn't gone through bone. Then it would be so much worse.
Leonardo leaned in, nuzzling his younger brother's cheek with his own. It was something all four of them did to show affection.
Donatello nuzzled back just as a powerful rumbling came from the streets below.
"Our ride's here so that means it's portal time!" Leo grabbed his katana, it was downright painful to hold.
"What happened to your hands?"
"He was stupid and tried to pull his katana our of yours and he cut his hands on the blade when he lost his grip." Michelangelo said with a frown.
Leo ignored them and opened a portal to the nearby alleyway. "Time to hold hands again. The poor slider practically yelped when Michelangelo grabbed his hand, though he was sure to keep his touch as light as possible. Donatello took his hand and offered his hand to the eldest.
"I'm coming!" He hissed when he stood up, his bad knee was practically throbbing. It was dislocated, it hadn't been dislocated since the Farmhouse.
"Oh hell no!" Raphael scooped his brother up and slung him over his shoulders. He grabbed Donatello's hand.
"Raph I can walk!"
"Leo I will slap the green off you if you try to walk anymore today! Let me carry you, you moron!" They were pulled through the portal, appearing in the alleyway.
The first turtle to emerge from the tank was Donnie, making Leo nervously gulp.
"Hello my dearest, most amazing, wonderful brother!" Leo whined, dreading the softshell's wrath. Donnie glared daggers at his twin.
"Sigh, I will deal with your dum-dum self later. For now let's get you patched up." He took Donatello's hand, gently leading him to the tank with Michelangelo following close behind.
Mikey and Raph came over, worry painted on their faces. Especially Raph's.
"Sup!" Leo said with a nervous smile, causing Raph to pinch his beak in frustration. He turned to Raphael and Leonardo.
"So how's Leonardo? Is he ok?"
"Mhm good head hurts." Leonardo mumbled, pulling his hood over his eyes.
"Well he's not in the trance anymore but he's not walking for the rest of the day." Raphael replied, ignoring his older brother's grumbling.
"Yeah he might have a dislocated knee so no more walking!"
"Leo what happened to your hands?" Mikey asked, turning over his brother's hands. Crimson was leaking through the makeshift bandages.
"He was stupid and cut them on his katana." Raphael said, lightly shoving the slider. A raspberry was the response.
"Relax, the cuts aren't that deep, they just hurt like hell!" Raph shook his head.
The snapper picked up the two older turtles and carried them to the tank with ease, causing Leonardo and Raphael to look at each other like frightened cats. Did they weigh nothing to the massive turtle?
Mikey snapped a photo, that was funny. The two younger turtles went to the tank so everyone could get patched up and hopefully get some explanations as well.
"There really wasn't any Kraang tech?" Donnie asked, rocking in his seat.
"Nope! Everything was already gone bro!" Michelangelo replied while he leaned against Raphael. The arrow in Donatello's shoulder had been removed pretty easily, all they had to do was cut off the arrow head and pull the shaft out. Then the wound was cleaned and bandaged courtesy of Leo.
"Someone beat us to it and took everything!" Donatello added, bandaging Leo's sliced palms with clean proper bandages.
"Sigh, my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined." Michelangelo snickered, playfully shoving the softshell.
"From the looks of it there was more fighting going on, presumably over the Kraang parts, will you stop it!" Donatello continued, flicking Leo in the head when he kept squirming.
"So who do you think has them now?" Mikey piped up.
"This dimension's villains I think, which means they are gonna get a whole lot more dangerous." Raphael snarled, one arm slung over Michelangelo protectively.
"Well if that does happen we'll just smash 'em hard and fast like we always do!" Raph said with a fake smile, trying to be reassuring. It wasn't working.
The older turtles went quiet, looking at each other in a silent exchange of words while the younger turtles were left with the steadily growing tension.
"Raph's right! We got badass mystic powers! Those bozos won't stand a chan-ow ow ow OW!" Leo yelped, jerking his arm when the disinfectant was dabbed into the cuts.
"Hold still damn it!"
"Yeah well Don that's pretty hard when you're causing me immeasurable amounts of-OW!"
And the two went back to bickering, opting out of the conversation.
"Damn recon mission was a total bust!" Michelangelo groaned tiredly. Apparently their luck wasn't turning around despite being in an alternate dimension.
"What did you expect Mikey, we've always had fucking terrible luck." Raphael retorted. The orange clad turtle simply nodded.
"Not entirely, you did confirm that the Kraang parts are not in the sawmill as well as giving me some new…data." Donnie looked over at Leonardo.
He was sitting on the other side of Raph, eyes closed, hands folded, his right leg out straight and propped up on a large plastic crate they found in the alleyway. Once Leo's hands were fixed it was the eldest turtle's turn, as he insisted on going last. Leonardo opened one eye to look at Donnie.
"Once I get back to my lab I have several tests to run, this should give us much more informative data on everything concerning Nardo's katanas and the effects they seem to have on Lee." Donnie finished as Raph's phone buzzed.
"And done, there you can stop fighting me now." Donatello hissed at Leo, only getting a smirk in response. He got up and sat in front of his older counterpart so they could discuss the tests together.
"Your turn buddy!" Leonardo sighed and nodded, already proving he was a much better patient than the slider as he could at least sit still. Leo pulled off the knee pad first, then took off the knee brace. All the turtles with the exception of Raph winced.
On the left side of Leonardo's knee was a massive dark bruise. An ugly bluish-purplish black against the dark green skin.
"Damn the lieutenant kicked you hard!" Leo exclaimed and began working on resetting the joint.
"It's just a bruise, it will fade."
"How about we go find that stupid fucking Lieutenant and kick his fucking ass all the way to New Jersy!" Raphael hissed, punching one hand. Michelangelo and Donnie both smirked evilly, vengeance on their minds.
"Yeah, let's rip their insides out!" Michelangelo added, no one messes with their family.
"Don't even think about it." Leonardo warned, gritting his teeth as his bad knee was being moved this way and that to try and ease the joint back into the socket.
"So Raph who texted?" Mikey asked, a stifled whimper coming from Leonardo as his knee was finally relocated. Some of the tension left his body.
"It was Pops, he just wanted an update on everything. And he really needs to learn how to text properly."
The four older turtles stiffened like they had been slapped.
It seems it was time to address the massive elephant in the room. Why exactly did the four older turtles storm off in the first place?
Their faces fell, going from kinda relaxed to that same haunted look from earlier. Michelangelo pulled his knees up to his chest, really leaning into Raphael now. Said red clad turtle held him tighter, avoiding everyone else's gazes.
Donatello now sat between Leonardo and Raphael, both older turtles leaning on him as he started fidgeting.
Leonardo seemed to forget about his apparent migraine, wrapping his arms around his brothers. He was quietly whispering to them in what sounded like Japanese.
They all looked so tired all of a sudden.
For a few minutes no one spoke, the tension levels rising like pressure in a gauge. Finally the silence was broken.
"Is everything ok?" Raph asked, putting the turtle tank into autopilot so the older turtles had his full attention. It was then that Michelangelo started crying, burying his face into his hands. The others weren't that far behind anymore if the glossy eyes were anything to go by.
The Mad Dogz all looked at each other, their confusion shared amongst the four.
Clearly something was wrong to upset the four turtles so quickly. But what was that? What was driving them to the point of tears.
Leo glanced over at Raph, eyes flashing glowing red. The snapper's eyes flashed glowing blue in turn.
*When I first caught up with them, they were all crying on a rooftop* Leo's voice echoed through Raph's mind, a ninja mind meld. Something they scarcely used outside of battle since using it for too long causes headaches. *They didn't tell me why though! I guess it's the same issue now.*
Raph frowned, trying to figure out how to ask the burning question. Luckily, Mikey is much better at these kinds of things.
"This is clearly a very touchy subject for you guys so you don't have to talk about it right now. We just want to help you, or at least give some comfort but we can't exactly do that without knowing what's wrong. So if you do decide you want to talk about it, we will gladly listen, okay?" Thank you Dr.Feelings!
The hooded turtles looked at each other, whispering in Japanese. They were talking so quietly you had to strain to hear it over the constant buzzing of the turtle tank's machinery.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Leonardo spoke up.
"Well since we're not going back to our dimension anytime soon, you might as well know what happened." As he spoke the words became more strained. "It's not you guys, it's just…we…" Leonardo was practically choking out the words now, until all that came out of his mouth were only sounds instead of coherent words. He went quiet, cheeks growing hot.
Raphael put a hand on his shoulder, ever since the farmhouse there were times where the fearless leader just couldn't speak. Whether it was because of his throat or his own mind refusing to form words, rendering him temporarily mute. When this happens, it's better not to try and force it.
With a heavy sigh, Raphael said one sentence that shattered the last of the peace in the turtle tank.
"You see, Master Splinter...our Master Splinter…he was killed."
A heavy silence fell over the turtle tank. The four older turtles scooted closer together, suddenly feeling exposed.
Being exposed was never a good thing. It left you vulnerable to an attack, all your weak points turned into targets. Ninjas were supposed to stick to the shadows, but now it felt like they'd been dragged into the light. No matter how much they kicked and screamed they were out of hiding, awaiting their judgment.
"W-what?" Mikey stuttered out, his voice a tiny squeak. Leonardo wrapped his free arm around the box turtle's shoulders as he began shaking. "Your dad…pops is…" Fat tears poured down Mikey's cheeks as he went full koala mode on Leonardo's side.
"No no no this can't be possible!" Donnie murmured, going off on a quiet tangent about interdimensional irregularities and improbilities or something like that. His hands were holding his head as he tried to rationalize this. His eyes started shining with unshed tears.
Leo had gone ghostly pale, tears running down his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep his breathing steady. And not to think about the old lair in flames or the collapsing ceiling or worse Gram-Gram…
Raph just stood there, the weight of those ten simple yet so vicious words threatening to crush them all. Pops…dead? How is that possible? The man that fed them, clothed them, hugged them, introduced them to Lou Jitsu, cared for them, loved them and he was just gone? Just thinking about his father being gone in the most permanent way possible made the biggest turtle feel sick. That scenario was unimaginable.
And he wasn't just 'gone' no, the word choice made the situation so much worse. Raphael specifically said "killed" not gone, not died but "killed." This implies that the cause of death was less likely an accident, less likely natural causes and most likely…murder. Something or someone killed their father.
Tears pooled in Raph's eyes, his breath hiccupping slightly. Without thinking he pulled the four older turtles, plus Mikey, into a tight 'Raph hug.'
"W-when did this happen?" Donnie asked, furiously wiping his eyes dry.
"Two months ago." Donatello said quietly, sniffling.
More shocked gasps echoed through the tank. Two months? It was only two months?
"We're…ok." Michelangelo mumbled. "Things were slowly starting to go back to normal."
"And then we found out about the invasion." Leonardo added, finally regaining his voice. The four younger turtles grew even more horrified. It was only two months since their counterparts lost their father. They hadn't even had a chance to properly grieve before the universe decided to fuck with them in the worst way possible.
Raph held them tighter, more tears running down his cheeks as he looked down at the worn out turtles in his arms. He was the biggest and the oldest, it was his job to keep the smaller and younger turtles safe from any and all harm. No matter what the world throws at them.
Surprisingly, Donnie joined in on the hug, leaning against Michelangelo as he wrapped his arms around the older turtles. Leo joined in last, arms wrapping around Leonardo and Mikey to finish the hug.
No one moved for a moment until harsh sobs started coming from the four hooded turtles. The Mad Dogz were quick to follow, there was no point in trying to stop the tears, it was easier to just let them out. Hell even Donnie was crying now, even though he will deny it to hell and back later.
All eight turtles were crying inside the turtle tank for a long time, grief for a father taken so cruelly and far too soon filled the vehicle. And while the younger turtles had never met their counterparts' father, he was still a version of their father. Making the pain feel all the more real. However, while the father lost wasn't theirs, they were familiar with the searing pain of losing loved ones. They nearly lost their two fathers and they had lost their Gram-Gram during the attack on their home. Then they were so dangerously close to losing their dad when the Shredder tried to steal his Hamato Energy. If they were only a second too late.
And to make matters worse, only two short months later the counterparts had to deal with a planetary invasion. Two months was nowhere near enough time to even begin grieving for a lost parent. They needed something nice…
Raph narrowed his eyes, resolve was shining past the tears. The four older turtles hadn't even gotten a chance to rest before their dimension ruined it. So the snapper was going to give them a well deserved break. When they got home they were going to grab as much pizza and ice cream as they could, drag all the pillows and blankets into the living room and have a Jupiter Jim marathon.
The hooded turtles deserved a night to simply rest. Maybe he couldn't bring back their father but at least he could offer a distraction, if only for one day.
However, there were two small jolts, followed by one of the many monitors on the tank blinking. Donnie went over to inspect it as a third jolt shook the tank, a furious growl forming in his throat.
"Something punctured the tank's tires!" He practically spat, wiping the tears from his now bloodshot eyes. The turtle tank was parked, with Donnie stepping out to assess the damage. A moment later he came back, a massive spike strip dangling from one of his battle shells metal pincers. The spikes were at least twice the length of normal ones.
"We have to patch ALL of the tires because some low life son of a bitch had the audacity to put this on the road!" Donnie shook the spike strip. "And when I find them…" The softshell made a cut throat motion with his finger. He didn't have the energy to come up with a proper threat.
"Will the tires last till we get home?" Raph asked, wiping his red and puffy eyes. Donnie shrugged.
"It would be better to seal the punctures now so then the tires will stay inflated until we are back in the lair." Donnie grabbed a van of silicone spray and went back outside, grumbling the entire time.
"We should probably help so Deedee doesn't blow a blood vessel in his big forehead!." Leo joked, trying to hide his sniffles. The air in the tank was getting stuffy, grief hanging over their heads like a heavy fog.
"Yeah some air would be good." Mikey said, hiccuping from crying. He and Leo went outside the tank. Raph stayed, the four older turtles still in his arms.
Michelangelo pulled away first, an idea popping into his head.
"I got some water balloons!" He pulled out said water balloons from his shell. It was a poor attempt at steering the subject away from the sadness of the tank but it was a welcome one. They would take any distraction at this point.
Raphael took two water balloons and handed another to Donatello and Leonardo.
Raph chuckled nervously, wondering who exactly was going to end up getting soaked. At the same time he smiled at Michelangelo, it seems no matter the dimension, the orange clad turtle will always try to make his family smile.
The four hooded turtles left the tank, with Raphael supporting Leonardo so he wouldn't put weight on his bad leg. Raph followed, deciding to keep their plot a secret. It might be funny.
As the older turtles climbed onto the roof of the turtle tank so they could have a high view of any potential targets, there was loud almost manic sounding laughter.
"Breaking news!" A voice suddenly yelled. "Four idiot turtles fell right into my trap!" The voice exclaimed again, coming from the roof of a nearby car. On the car's roof was a small mutant worm with a massive blonde pompadour on his head and a navy blue suit jacket on his body.
"Who is that and why is he here now? Today already sucks!" The slider groaned miserably. The worm grit his teeth, face scrunched up in a scowl.
"Well it's about to get much worse! For I am Warren Stone! Your greatest foe!" The worm, Warren, shouted before flinging himself off the car roof towards the turtles. He was failing his arms about like a child with zero combat experience.
"Warren who?" Mikey asked as he and Donnie finished patching one of the tires.
Warren stopped in place, one eye twitching furiously.
"Warren Stone, your greatest foe! I am here to destroy you all!" Donnie nudged the small worm aside, grabbing the silicone spray again. Raph just shrugged at Warren, causing his anger to grow tenfold.
"Look little guy, today really isn't a good day for your little shenanigans." Warren let out an offended scoff at Raph's words. "We just gotta fix the tires and head home for a much deserved movie marathon.
"How dare you! Our top story tonight will be how four stupid mutant ninja turtles were-" The worm was cut off by a water balloon to the face.
"Dr.Prankenstein for the win!" Michelangelo shouts, playing with another water balloon.
Warren looked up to see four more turtles sitting on the roof of the turtle tank, armed with water balloons.
"There's more of you?" Warren suddenly squawked, backing away a bit. "Is this some kind of family reunion or something?" Leo glanced up at the water balloon armed turtles, a devilish smirk on his face. He unsheathed his katana and sliced open a portal before popping inside. That can't be good.
"What on earth is that tiny thing?" Donatello asked, throwing a water balloon at Mikey, hitting the youngest turtle's shell. Said box turtle yelped, shaking the water off.
Warren smoothed his pompadour with his tiny worm hands. "No matter, four more turtles change nothing, I will just have to destroy the rest of you! Like I already said, I am Warren Stone, your greatest foe and the bringer of your demise!"
With that said the anchor worm flung his small body at the hooded turtles, ready to destroy them all! However he only managed to smack into Michelangelo's left leg before sliding off and landing on the pavement with a wet thud.
Raph and Mikey were snickering while Donnie simply scowled at the disgusting worm slime on his prized creation.
The four counterparts were silent for a moment, mouths slightly agape as their brains processed the situation.
Then they started laughing. Not just normal laughter, no. They were laughing loud and hard enough to leave them wheezing in a few minutes.
Given how rough they had it, they wholeheartedly deserved it.
"Oh man!" Leonardo wheezed with a smile on his face. "And here I thought we had the worst luck in the world! Clearly not!"
"E-Excuse me?"
"Out of all the things to get mutated into a worm?" Donatello added, already clutching his side as the four laughed even harder. Warren's eye was twitching dangerously.
"Dude, that is so lame! You don't even have legs!" Michelangelo wiggled one of his legs for emphasis. Poor Warren was absolutely fuming.
"Somehow this is worse than those four clowns forgetting I exist!"
"Come on man you gotta at least breathe fire to make up for the whole worm thing right?" Raphael asked curiously. Warren pouted, looking dejected.
"No, I don't breathe fire."
"Do you poison your victims into protecting and eventually becoming food for your babies?" Leonardo asked, throwing a water balloon at Raph.
"Uh…no"
"Do you invade people's dreams and steal their life force?" Was Michelangelo's addition.
"No why would I-"
"Do you crawl down a victim's throat and asexually reproduce in their stomach?" Warren looked straight up horrified at Donatello's suggestion.
"N-no? I don't know!"
"Those are oddly specific scenarios." Donnie said with a raised brow. He noticed how Raphael had gone tense.
"We agreed never to talk about that last one again. That was horrific!" He groaned a full body shudder overtaking him.
"Wait what happened?"
"A mutant squirrel multiplied in his stomach." Leonardo was shoved by his red clad brother while Mikey was blinking in astonishment.
"I'm sorry a mutant squirrel climbed down your throat and reproduced inside your stomach?"
"You don't wanna know."
"You say that like it's the weirdest thing that ever happened to us." Leonardo added with a nonchalant shrug.
"So little guy! Since you're here…" Michelangelo wore a devilish smile, holding up his water balloons. His brothers did the same, even giving a few balloons to Raph and Mikey.
"Wait, what are you doing? I am here to destroy you-" The anchor worm's voice was drowned out by constant splashing of water balloons. Warren shrieked, trying to squirm away from the assault of cold water and rubber.
"Sup!" A flash of blue light caused Warren to stop in his tracks. Out from the swirling vortex came Leo, a massive water gun in his arms, two smaller ones tied to his belt. The big gun was pointed at Warren's forehead.
The worm visibly gulped. "Uh oh."
"Breaking News! Looks like this story is just worming up to go down the drain!" The slider pulled the trigger, a thick jet of water colliding with the anchor worm. Warren was sent flying, slamming into a mailbox.
"Yo double pun!" Leo turned to the four older turtles, raising the massive water gun again. They raised their water balloons with devious smirks.
"If any of you scratch the paint I will surgically implant a live grenade into your spinal cords." Donnie warned as he was patching tire number four. The water gun was pointed at the back of the softshell's neck.
"Nardo don't. I can hear you thinking it so don't you dare."
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Michelangelo and Raphael began to chant.
"Did you forget that I am still extremely pissed off that you ruined my portal generator and I will make you feel my fury. If you pull that trigger I will grant you no mercy."
"Uh Leo, maybe you shouldn't." Raph warned, already smelling blood in the water.
"Yeah I guess you're right…" The chanting turned into booing. "But there's one thing you are forgetting, my twin…you can't tell me what to do. SIKE!" The gun was fired at full blast, soaking Donnie's neck and battle shell. He whipped his head around, eyes burning with reignited rage. Leo sprinted off, water balloons soaking his body.
"I REGRET NOTHING!" He yelled at top volume while his fellow disaster twin's shrieks of rage followed close behind. Mikey followed them, his phone out and ready to film while the older turtles continued to pelt the twins with water balloons.
Raph smiled a bit and turned towards the mailbox. Warren had climbed out, his pompadour soaked and hanging in front of his face.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to say thank you."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah they…we. We really needed a good laugh, a distraction from the bad stuff that happened. At least for a few minutes. If you hadn't shown up we'd still be crying by now." The worm looked up at the massive turtle, confusion painted all over his face.
The snapper watched his brothers and their counterparts with a relieved smile. He then pulled out his wallet, handing a five dollar bill to Warren. "For your troubles."
Warren cautiously took the bill, holding it away from his small body like it would explode. When it didn't he rolled it up and left. He did have to help his roommate/best friend/partner in crime with his magic show after all, even though being sliced into ten pieces was not at all pleasant.
Raph watched him go, feeling glad that the worm had shown up when he did. He had offered a brief distraction from the cruel reality that their counterparts had suffered so much. Had lost even more.
If they could go a few minutes without having to think about it, without having to face reality and try to grieve, then Raph was happy. Once they get back home, the four hooded turtles will get a proper, longer break.
Leo's distant screaming made the biggest turtle sigh, he might wanna intervene before things got out of hand.
What the seven turtles didn't know was that when Leo was filling the water guns some of the water had gotten on him. Not at all an issue for a red eared slider. So why did he furiously shake the water off, rubbing his hands with a towel so harshly it was painful? Why was his breath coming out in strangled huffs while his heart thundered in his chest? Why was he filled with an overwhelming sense of fear? Alarm bells he never knew existed were blaring in his mind, urging him to get somewhere warm.
The simple answer is: the water had been cold.
Perhaps Leo should just keep this to himself. Nobody needs to know…
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Sunshine of The Woods: Chapter 4, Getting To Know Each Other
Mikey's life was weird.
That's practically a given at this point. He and his brothers were mutant turtles that live in the sewers.
They were created to be weapons for a war against humankind by a warrior alchemist using the DNA of famed action star Lou Jitsu.
They were…sorta mostly trained in the art of ninjutsu and all four of them sans Donnie use mystic weapons. They fight mutants, yokai, an evil cult hellbent on world domination, hell they even fought an entire suit of evil armor and sent it back to its prison dimension!
Their lives were like a story ripped straight from a comic book!
And somehow, lost in a completely different universe…dimension? Standing in front of a possible different version of his family, in front of a different version of himself!
Mikey's life just got a whole lot weirder.
"Dude…what?" The human boy asked, mouth agape. The duo of turtles plus the ginger girl looked equally as stunned.
The only one who didn't look like their brain was currently exploding was the orange clad turtle, Mikey's apparent counterpart.
Said turtle slung a warm arm over Mikey's shoulders, yanking the box turtle close to his side.
"This is the coolest thing to ever happen in a million years! I always wanted an awesome twin brother! What's your favorite pizza? It's jelly bean, jalapeno and anchovy right? Do you like to skateboard? Are you friends with Leatherhead? What about Ice Cream Kitty? What's your favorite comic book?" All the rapid fire questions started blurring together in a jumbled mess. And with the sudden ringing in Mikey's ears it was near impossible to understand.
His vision began to swim, blurring in and out of focus as more muffled voices joined in. The box turtle's legs were trembling, suddenly struggling to support his weight. His lungs began to ache, a harsh cough tearing through his throat.
And so the turtle coughed and coughed, flem in his throat refusing to come out while his lungs kept begging for some precious air. After what felt like hours, though was not even two minutes, the coughing eased up. That left Mikey a wheezing, shaking mess.
Brown eyes rapidly blinked away the last of his blurred vision as he slowly made up for the air he lost. When Mikey came to he realized that he was sitting on a swivel chair, the five strangers around him.
"Give him some space." The purple clad turtle said, gesturing for everyone else to back up a bit. "Are you alright?" Calloused hands covered in scars were examining Mikey. First one was laid across his forehead, then both cupped his cheeks before trailing down to feel his chin and neck.
"I'm good!" Leo often went through the same motions when one of them got sick and needed an exam.
Leo…Donnie…Raph…
Thinking about his older brothers made Mikey's chest hurt. Were they here in this strange world with him? Did they get seperated?
Loud, furious, clucking from outside the barn broke Mikey's train of thought. All eyes turned towards the barn doors where a brown and white hen was throwing an absolute tantrum.
"Aw a little chicken!" Mikey cooed, smiling at the hen. Everyone else in the room tensed up as the hen charged into the barn. Mikey carefully climbed off the swivel chair and sat on the barn floor. The hen came over, making the box turtle smile. "Aren't you just the cutest!"
The hen stared at him for a moment before she strutted over to Mikey's outstretched hand. He just wanted to pet her!
Unfortunately the hen pecked at his hand, hard enough to make Mikey yelp in pain. The hen began to cluck, pecking at his legs like there was no tomorrow! Each peck hurt more than the last.
"Ow! Ow ow ow ow! Stop it! Go away! Go away!" The hen turned her attention to the human boy, charging toward him like a mad bull. The boy screamed and sprinted out of the barn, the hen in pursuit.
"Why does Brenda always go after me!" The boy shouted as he ran in the yard. The purple clad turtle was clutching his sides in laughter at the comical sight.
"Bye Casey!" The orange clad turtle shouted as the boy, Casey, ran behind the farmhouse. His screams echoed around the property, causing the box turtle to gulp.
"Is he gonna be ok?" Mikey dared to ask, his legs aching from the hen's ruthless assault. Christ that hen was vicious!
"Against Brenda? Eh fifty fifty." The red clad turtle said, making a so-so gesture with his hand as the four of them walked to the farmhouse.
"Why is something so cute looking so mean!" Mikey couldn't help but whine as another coughing fit took hold.
"There is a very high chance that Brenda is actually a demon in the body of a chicken." The girl said nonchalantly, as if that statement wasn't as baffling as it was terrifying.
"Or the soul of an entitled, middle aged white woman." The purple clad turtle added in a deadpan voice. That at least got a good laugh out of Mikey.
"Like she said, Don, a demon." The red clad turtle added, giving the taller turtle a small shove.
Mikey snickered at the pure shudder that shook the girl's body. He definitely heard a few horror stories from April's retail jobs. The only reason she never ended up on an episode of criminal minds was because she had "extremely good self control." From being full on screamed at because she was even a little bit slow on the register to having to remake a drink five times because it simply wasn't good enough.
One of the good parts of being a mutant turtle, Mikey didn't have to get a retail job.
"So just to clarify, your name's Mikey. Correct?" Asked the girl.
"Yup! But who are you…" Mikey trailed off, looking at the girl supporting his weight. He never met anyone who looks like this girl.
"April! Do you not know me where you're from?" The box turtle's eyes went wide as dinner plates. A dumb smile spread across his face before he burst out into a fit of giggles.
At the confused looks on their faces, he forced himself to stop and smiled.
"Sorry it's just…you are so much different from my April!"
"Different how?" One of the four asked, it was most likely other Mikey.
"Well first of all my April is black. She's also shorter than you and wears red glasses." The group of four looked stunned for a second as the new information set in.
Then other April laughs a bit, brushing her bangs out of her face with her free hand.
"Didn't expect that but she sounds really cool."
"The coolest!" A few playful mumbles of disagreement came from the trio of turtles before Mikey looked at them. Time to put names to semi familiar but not really faces.
"You're Raph, the freckled one is also Mikey and the lanky one is Donnie?"
"I am not lanky." Said turtle mumbled with a huff.
"You got it little dude!" Other Mikey practically bounced as he walked.
"And the one you threw over the couch like a damn football is Leo, speaking of which." Other Raph roughly flicked Mikey in the forehead, earning a small yelp.
"Ow! Rude!"
"Like flinging our brother, who was the one that took care of you the most over the past week, over the couch, further aggravating his barely healed injuries wasn't rude?" The box turtle wilted a bit under Other Donnie's sarcasm.
"I'm sorry. I panicked and kinda sorta acted on instinct." Mikey hung his head, guilt filling his mind. It was an honest mistake! He didn't know where he was and freaked out!
"Your first instinct when panicking is to throw someone?" Other Raph said in disbelief.
Ok when you put it like that it does sound pretty absurd. Hell under normal circumstances he would've probably thrown something at the stranger. Whether that be one of his brothers, April, a dumpster, a school bus or even one time an entire cargo ship.
Throwing things with his Kusari-Fundo is just so much fun. He can pick up things that not even Raph cna lift and throw them like tennis balls.
"Throwing things is fun!" Other Mikey smirks like a Cheshire cat, it honestly makes a chill run down Mikey's spine. His counterpart suddenly grabs other Raph by the waist and throws the short turtle into a nearby bush.
"You're right, that is fun!"
"Mikey!" Other Raph practically screams, lunging from the bush at the freckled turtle. Other Mikey bolts off into the woods, laughing up a storm as other Raph gives chase.
Other Donnie and other April snicker, while Mikey just watches in mild confusion. As his counterpart's howls of laughter grow fainter the now trio approach the farmhouse.
The very same farmhouse Mikey ran out of, what maybe close to fifteen minutes ago. After he threw another version of Leo over the couch and bolted. Like a coward. And apparently other Leo might've actually gotten hurt when Mikey oh so rudely chucked him over the couch full force.
Shame bubbled up in Mikey's gut, you don't do something like that to your siblings. Alternate versions or not they were still family.
And he hurt Leo… a tiny whine escaped from Mikey's mouth.
"Is something wrong?" Other April asked. She stopped dead in her tracks, both hands now holding Mikey with the box turtle facing her. Mikey started coughing again, thankful for the convenient timing. He could feel both other April and other Donnie rubbing his shell in an attempt to soothe him. Truth be told it was helping some.
"Is he alright?" A familiar harsh voice asked right when the coughing fit was nearing its end. Mikey kept his eyes to the ground, after all the grass was suddenly incredibly interesting to look at.
There was a dull tap tapping sound and before the box turtle had a chance to question what it was he felt a warm hand cup his cheek, gently lifting his head up.
For the second time today, brown eyes locked with dark blue ones. The blue clad turtle smiled softly at him, only further cementing his guilt.
"Let's get him inside." Other Leo said, walking back inside the farmhouse. There it was again, the tap tapping sound. Other Donnie and other April didn't seem to react to the sound. It only took a few seconds for Mikey to realize what it was, and then immediately want to both punch himself in the head and sink into the ground.
It was a wooden crutch tapping against the floor with each step other Leo took. A crutch to support his right knee, which from what Mikey could gather, was wrapped in thick layers of fabric and gauze.
That must've been one of the injuries that he had aggravated when he chucked other Leo over the couch. It had to be an older injury! Because there was no way in hell that he hurt the blue clad turtle enough to warrant a makeshift crutch and cast.
Right?
The trio went inside, with other Donnie coaxing other Leo to sit down on the couch, right leg out straight and propped up under a pillow. Mikey was sat down next to the blue clad turtle, causing his already queasy stomach to clench and tighten with even more guilt.
It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault…
"I'm gonna hit up some leftovers for lunch, you guys want some?" Other April asked, when both of the bigger turtles nodded, Mikey felt a bit awkward. He was technically intruding on them, not to mention his little stunt earlier was not at all how introductions were supposed to go.
Luckily his stomach answered for him, a particularly loud grumble made him blush while his stomach continued to whine for food. He was so hungry…
"I'll take that as a yes, we got some leftover Japanese food if that's alright?" Mikey could only nod, perhaps to spare himself the embarrassment. With that other April disappeared into the kitchen, ginger ponytail swishing with each step.
Then there were three.
"I'm sorry about earlier. Just got a little freaked out is all." Mikey finished with an awkward laugh, utterly nervous on how exactly this alternate version of his stubborn dramatic brother would react.
Oh for crying out loud Leo is still going on about how Draxum threw him off a building, even though it's old news and Draxum is at least trying to be nicer. Well…nicer isn't exactly an accurate term. He hasn't tried to kill them and he might be coming around to humans! Baby steps!
"It's alright," Other Leo said, pulling Mikey closer. "You woke up in a place you've never been before with no clue how you got here. That's pretty nerve wracking at first. I know the feeling…" The box turtle relaxed a bit, some of the tension finally leaving his body.
"We didn't get a formal introduction! Hi I'm Mikey!" Other Donnie fondly rolled his eyes, while other Leo chuckled.
"I'm Leo, though I think it was obvious from this." Other Leo held a dark blue mask tail between his fingers.
"Yeah that's about the only reason, you're so different from my Leo!" Mikey boasted as the door was pushed open. Other Mikey and Other Raph came back in, covered in small scrapes and bruises from their apparent scuffle.
Other Mikey trudged over to the couch, flopping down into Other Leo's lap.
"Moooom!" The orange clad turtle droned in obviously dramatic fashion. Going hard on the puppy eyes too. "Raph bit me!" He held up his wrist, revealing a large bite mark. It didn't look hard enough to leave a permanent mark, or even bruise really badly. Other Raph scoffed, showing off two bite marks of his own.
"Don't act all innocent when you bit me twice! What's wrong can't take what you dish out!"
The oh so elegant and well thought out response to such an accusation? A raspberry of course!
Other Leo sighed, pushing other Mikey onto the floor, where he landed with a soft "oof"
"It is too early for you two."
"Yeah it's only noon you two boneheads are not allowed to kill each other till after lunch!" Other Donnie added, claiming one of the recliners.
"Remember when we used to stay up past midnight?"
"Remember when you dressed up as a fairy princess for halloween?" Was other Mikey's reply, causing the red clad turtle to snap his head towards his brother.
"That was one time!" With a shout other Raph tried to once again lunge at other Mikey, who climbed back onto other Leo's lap, hugging the blue clad turtle tightly. Ah yes, use a brother as a shield. Classic.
Mikey laughed at their antics, watching sith glee as other Raph tried yanking other Mikey off of other Leo, while the orange clad turtle screamed and hollered like he was being murdered. It was all an act, he was smiling the entire time.
"Yeah get him shorty! Make him scream!" Mikey taunted, it was like watching a classic moment between the disaster twins that usually ended with chaos.
Suddenly everyone turned to stare at Mikey, which made him slink into his shell. What had he said?
"Shorty?" Other Raph echoed, a confused look on his face. "I'm taller than you!"
"Well you're shorter than my Raph!" Now that statement right there caught the red clad turtle's attention. He sat on the arm rest of the recliner other Donnie claimed, waiting for an elaboration.
"How tall is your Raph?" Other Donnie asked curiously. Other April was peeking out from the kitchen, not wanting to be left out of drama.
"Six feet tall, though I think he might be taller than that now, it's been awhile since we checked." Everyone's mouths fell open.
After a few tense seconds, other Raph buried his head into his hands, groaning the entire time.
"That is so not fucking fair! Fuck! Come on!"
The other three turtles and other April started laughing, further aggravating the short red clad turtle.
"Wow shorty, jealous much?
"Shut the fuck up Dee! No one asked you for an opinion."
Other Donnie simply shrugged as the door of the farmhouse opened once again.
Casey stumbled in, his face covered in small scratches from the evil hen. He claimed the other recliner, groaning dramatically.
"How do I keep losing to a fucking chicken! That's messed up!" Mikey snickered, it seems the feud between chicken and boy was a long standing one.
"Hey armpit, where little Mikey is from Raph is six feet tall!" Casey sputtered like an old car engine before bursting out laughing, wildly kicking his legs about.
"I wonder what else is different." Mikey perked up, sitting cross legged next to other Leo.
"First of all we're all different turtle species!" At the baffled looks he received, Mikey continued. "Alligator snapping turtle, spiny softshell, red eared slider, ornate box turtle." He pointed at other Raph, other Donnie and other Leo respectively before pointing to himself when he finished.
"That's so cool!" Other Mikey gasped, rocking excitedly. Suddenly he bounded towards the kitchen, leaving Mikey a bit stunned. Okay then…
Other Donnie was staring at his short red clad brother, eyes wide and hell.
"Alligator snapping turtle…how are you alive?" He mumbled, earning a shove from other Raph.
"Don't those turtles get really big?"
"Yup, big and spiky."
"This is so not fair!"
"Raph you can sulk about being the second shortest later, right now we have more pressing issues." Other Leo said calmly, causing Mikey to get whiplash.
It wasn't the words themselves, but the way they were said. There was a calm but inherent sense of authority behind those words, because almost instantly the room quieted down, not a single groan or protest. The only sounds were other April and other Mikey in the kitchen.
Mikey felt a bit stunned, not even Raph could quiet a room down that fast. He didn't even have to raise his voice to do it! It was clear that other Leo was in charge. Which is really weird, shouldn't other Raph be in charge? He's the oldest sibling after all!
"How did you end up here in the first place?" Mikey frowned, trying to rack his brain for answers.
"Well it started when Leo lost his odāchi in a game of paintball tag, then the Footclan stole it so we went after them." The box turtle was so wrapped up in his story that he didn't notice how everyone's expressions changed from interested to horrified at the mention of the words Footclan. Nevertheless Mikey continued.
"We chased them to an abandoned warehouse and fought against those foot-faced creeps but the odāchi was plugged into some weird empty door looking thing and it started glowing! It was sucking everything! I tried to hold on but I got sucked in! Then whoosh! I ended up here…how long was I out?"
"About a week." Mikey whined, he was here a week! His family was probably so worried! Other Leo pulled him close, hand rubbing circles into the back of Mikey' shell.
"We'll get you back home little dude." Other Mikey said as he came back into the living room, a plastic red bowl of something in his hands.
"Yeah Mikey's right we'll get you back to your own world no matter what it takes." Other April chimed in as she was finishing up the food.
"So how exactly are we gonna do that?" Casey asked, slumping over the armrest of the recliner.
"The Kraang portal? That could work." Other Raph chimed in.
"Yeah but when are we going back to New York City? It could be months before we go back! It's not fair to make him wait that long!" Other Leo protested, meanwhile Mikey was getting a tad bit confused.
Go back? Why did they leave the city? And what's a Kraang?
Other Donnie stood up and began pacing, muttering something under his breath. "Well perhaps I could look through the Kraang ship in the basement, maybe there's a teleporter or something?"
"That's a start. But until we get you back home you are more than welcome to stay here with us." Mikey beamed, wrapping his arms around other Leo in a bone crushing hug.
"Hey little dude there's someone you should meet!" The bowl was put into Mikey's lap. It looked like it was filled with melted neapolitan ice cream.
"Uh…what am I looking at?"
"Aw she's sleeping!" Other Mikey cooed before reaching a hand into the bowl and…petting the ice cream.
"Have you lost your-" Mikey was cut off when the ice cream made a little 'mrrmph' noise before it began to take shape, much to the box turtle's shock. In a matter of seconds the melted looking ice cream formed a cat's body, with floppy little ice cream paws and the absolute cutest little face. The strange creature looked up at Mikey, a questioning mew being its response.
Mikey gasped, eyes shining as he stared at the most adorable little creature on the planet.
"Meet the best kitty a turtle could ask for, Ice Cream Kitty! Isn't she great?" The cat meowed at Mikey and he was sold.
"Ohmigosh you are so stinkin cute!" He hugged the incredibly cold cat to his plastron, nuzzling her and kissing her adorable little head all over. She purred and mewed in delight, only furthering Mikey's love for her.
Everyone else smiled at the adorable sight as the smell of japanese take out filled the air. Lunchtime!
Other Donnie went into the kitchen to help other April bring out the food, thank god Mikey was getting so hungry and the food smelt amazing!
As the food was being brought out, Mikey momentarily stopped showering Ice Cream Kitty with affection, causing her to bump and nuzzle her head against his chin in protest.
"You mind if I ask a few questions?" No one had any objections so Mikey continued. "What are you guys doing here in a farmhouse? Why can't you go back to the city? And what are the Kraang?" The room went deathly silent, no one dared to move.
All of a sudden the turtles and their human friends looked so exhausted, nervous dread painted their now pale faces. Even Ice Cream Kitty looked upset, her ears pressed to the back of her head while she slunk back into her bowl.
Everyone looked so much…older. Like they aged ten years in a matter of seconds. Other Mikey scooter next to other Raph, who slung an arm protectively around the youngest's shoulders. Casey went rigid, hands clenched into tight fists. Other April and other Donnie just stood there, frozen.
The weird part is, that all four of them were looking at other Leo. Some with more subtlety than others. The blue clad turtle however wasn't looking at anyone. Instead he was not so subtly glaring at his right knee, the one bandaged and propped up. Mikey could feel him shaking a little bit.
Oh what did he do?
"I…uh…sorry was that a bit of a touchy subject? I didn't mean to pry!" He tried to backtrack, he hadn't meant to cause this! He was just curious!
"We know, it's fine." Other Raph said in a surprisingly gentle tone. The exact same tone Raph would use to reassure a hurt sibling that everything would be ok. "It's a long story and I'll tell you later, ok?" Mikey nodded as the stifling silence vanished as quickly as it came.
"Let's eat! I'm starving bro!" Other Mikey yelled, practically bouncing for food. The food was all set in the large coffee table. Mikey's stomach growled like a furious animal, earning laughter from everyone in the room.
Even while most of the tension had disappeared, there was still a sense of unease amongst everyone, unresolved anxiety that was hanging around like a mist. Clearly something happened, something bad enough to drive the group from their home to the farmhouse and render other Leo unable to walk!
Judging by the group's reactions, calling it bad was an understatement. Horrific might be the better word.
Either way once the box turtle finds out what that bad thing was, Dr. Feelings will have so much work to do.
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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 1 year
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Have a fun little factoid about Lost But Never Found
2012 Leo will regain his memories (that is honestly a given) the issues is that he regains ALL of his memories ALL AT ONCE
THAT VERY MUCH INCLUDES ALL THE TRAUMA!
From nearly drowning in the Technodrome to slicing off the Super Shredder's head he gets hit with EVERYTHING IN ONE TIME
That will BREAK him
:)
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