Hey donnie
I looked around in surprise at the unfamiliar voice. Standing in front of me was what seemed to be a tiger mutant. "Hello…how do you know my name?"

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Hey donnie
I looked around in surprise at the unfamiliar voice. Standing in front of me was what seemed to be a tiger mutant. "Hello…how do you know my name?"
(sneaks into your kid's room and injects something harmless but will cause her to gain a unknown ability within four days into her arm and turns to leave as she starts to cry managing to get away safely)
I hear Abbey start to cry and hurry to calm her down. I notice a small smear of blood on her arm. "Did you hurt yourself?" I ask as her sobs subside to hiccups.
//I've decided Anon's hate Don.
My gosh yes!
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Some idiot kidnapped Cherry, made her a thirteen year old, injected something into her so she has no control over wither or not she hurts people, and now she's loose in the city. She's not even my problem to deal with and I have a headache. I'm not saying she's bad but jeez man; you mutants can't seem to catch a break.
Not all mutants have these problems, but my brothers and I have it hard. Our cloning was not a perfected process and our creator had to make some alternations aside from boosting our intelligence and changing our physical bodies to match our new mental age. If he hadn't then we would have been incomplete and probably useless. They each come with side effects though and we each have a unique one. Mikey's is harder for him to mask because it literally is two different mentalities in one body and he is far less controlled in his emotions. Raph, Leo and I just do a better job at hiding our...handicaps.
-she grabbed his hand- ok, I'm staying away from the woods.....
I nod. "Alright. If you need a place to stay you are welcome here."
-she started breathing hard as she talked quickly- My brother took me away for training and called me a shit head and, and I don't wanna go back! -she wined-
I frown slightly and give her a side hug. "It's alright now, no one is going to make you go back if you don't want to."
-eleven year old Isis ran up to him hugging his leg- I hate anons, I hate my brother, I don't wanna leave again!
I gave a very undignified yelp of surprise and stumbled back a little as Isis grabbed my leg. "What-Isis? Wait a moment, slow down and explain! I don't understand what you mean."
-Isis looked at Donnie then huffed as she took a drink from her beer bottle- Donnie, I was wondering am I a "freak"?
I look at her in surprise. "A freak? Maybe to a human, but to mutants like me and our friends, you seem perfectly normal."
"Hey... uhm... Mikey and I are just fine." She messed with the sleeves of the sweater she had started wearing. "You... you don't have to worry anymore." She looked at her feet.
I look at her in concern, noticing how tired and nervous she seemed. I kneel down to be closer to her level. “Are you certain, Eskimo? You aren’t acting yourself. If something is wrong then please let me know if I can help you.”
Her eyes darted up for a second before she looked down again. “…” she pulled her sleeves up slowly, showing him her bandaged arms. “…. and the person you created you and Mikey injected me with something… that makes me… dark…” she muttered.
I hesitantly reached out, but then paused. “May I see? I need to be certain exactly what was used and if your injuries are properly cleaned. Otherwise you might become infected.”
"I used one of Mikey’s ninja stars for the cuts." She told him. "But now he hid them… he doesn’t want me hurting myself anymore."
I unwrapped the bandages and let out my breath in a hiss through my teeth at the sight of Mikey’s name etched into her arm. “I can see why…” I take a cloth and put some disinfectant on it. “This may sting a little, sorry. Has Mikey suffered any injury?”
"A twisted ankle and a cut from his palm down his wrist." She told him. She winced slightly, her eyes flashing silver and her hand going to her head. "Ow."
"Hmm…Tell him to stop by soon and let me look at both of them. It wouldn’t be good for him to be out of commission for a while." I glanced up at her exclamation, concerned. "What is it?" I could have sworn her eyes were silver for a moment, but I shook off the thought.
"N-Nothing. Im fine." She shook her head. "I’ll tell him to stop by when I get the chance." She shifted. "Can I sit down while you work? My legs are starting to hurt."
I shrugged, deciding not to press this issue quite yet. "Oh of course!" I dragged over a stool for Eskimo to sit on. "I am sorry, that was rude of me to keep you standing." I examine one of the larger, deeper cuts. "This one...might need stitches. I could do it, but I could only numb that part of your arm. You would not have to watch though." I smile apologetically.
"Hey... uhm... Mikey and I are just fine." She messed with the sleeves of the sweater she had started wearing. "You... you don't have to worry anymore." She looked at her feet.
I look at her in concern, noticing how tired and nervous she seemed. I kneel down to be closer to her level. “Are you certain, Eskimo? You aren’t acting yourself. If something is wrong then please let me know if I can help you.”
Her eyes darted up for a second before she looked down again. “…” she pulled her sleeves up slowly, showing him her bandaged arms. “…. and the person you created you and Mikey injected me with something… that makes me… dark…” she muttered.
I hesitantly reached out, but then paused. “May I see? I need to be certain exactly what was used and if your injuries are properly cleaned. Otherwise you might become infected.”
"I used one of Mikey’s ninja stars for the cuts." She told him. "But now he hid them… he doesn’t want me hurting myself anymore."
I unwrapped the bandages and let out my breath in a hiss through my teeth at the sight of Mikey’s name etched into her arm. “I can see why…” I take a cloth and put some disinfectant on it. “This may sting a little, sorry. Has Mikey suffered any injury?”
"A twisted ankle and a cut from his palm down his wrist." She told him. She winced slightly, her eyes flashing silver and her hand going to her head. "Ow."
"Hmm...Tell him to stop by soon and let me look at both of them. It wouldn't be good for him to be out of commission for a while." I glanced up at her exclamation, concerned. "What is it?" I could have sworn her eyes were silver for a moment, but I shook off the thought.
"Hey... uhm... Mikey and I are just fine." She messed with the sleeves of the sweater she had started wearing. "You... you don't have to worry anymore." She looked at her feet.
I look at her in concern, noticing how tired and nervous she seemed. I kneel down to be closer to her level. “Are you certain, Eskimo? You aren’t acting yourself. If something is wrong then please let me know if I can help you.”
Her eyes darted up for a second before she looked down again. “…” she pulled her sleeves up slowly, showing him her bandaged arms. “…. and the person you created you and Mikey injected me with something… that makes me… dark…” she muttered.
I hesitantly reached out, but then paused. “May I see? I need to be certain exactly what was used and if your injuries are properly cleaned. Otherwise you might become infected.”
"I used one of Mikey’s ninja stars for the cuts." She told him. "But now he hid them… he doesn’t want me hurting myself anymore."
I unwrapped the bandages and let out my breath in a hiss through my teeth at the sight of Mikey's name etched into her arm. "I can see why..." I take a cloth and put some disinfectant on it. "This may sting a little, sorry. Has Mikey suffered any injury?"
"Hey... uhm... Mikey and I are just fine." She messed with the sleeves of the sweater she had started wearing. "You... you don't have to worry anymore." She looked at her feet.
I look at her in concern, noticing how tired and nervous she seemed. I kneel down to be closer to her level. “Are you certain, Eskimo? You aren’t acting yourself. If something is wrong then please let me know if I can help you.”
Her eyes darted up for a second before she looked down again. “…” she pulled her sleeves up slowly, showing him her bandaged arms. “…. and the person you created you and Mikey injected me with something… that makes me… dark…” she muttered.
I hesitantly reached out, but then paused. "May I see? I need to be certain exactly what was used and if your injuries are properly cleaned. Otherwise you might become infected."
"Hey... uhm... Mikey and I are just fine." She messed with the sleeves of the sweater she had started wearing. "You... you don't have to worry anymore." She looked at her feet.
I look at her in concern, noticing how tired and nervous she seemed. I kneel down to be closer to her level. "Are you certain, Eskimo? You aren't acting yourself. If something is wrong then please let me know if I can help you."
Oh, ok, hello. -she smiled then sat up crossing her eyes then sticking out her tongue making a thppp noise-
I laugh. "You do like making those faces don't you?"
(I nod) She is doing fine. Cherry and my children Ember and Luke are all getting along.
Good. (I sigh and rub my temples tiredly, feeling a headache coming on from the stress.) I hope that they show up soon though...
Yeah it is.. Though some of the creatures from folklore could also be from their dimension.
True...That would be a fascinating topic of study at some point.