If you and your bros had to fight The Shredder and his army one last time, what type of battle cry would you use before your gone, Mikey?
"Cowabunga,dude!"
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If you and your bros had to fight The Shredder and his army one last time, what type of battle cry would you use before your gone, Mikey?
"Cowabunga,dude!"
Seen by one
The small turtle held his breath as he saw the dark figure entering the alley where he had no choice but to take refuge within. His brothers were all gone, taken away, and he'd thrown himself off the roof to escape. He'd slowly realised with terror that his shell was most likely cracked and it burned like fire all the way from the side of his hip to his shoulder.
He slowly dragged himself further into the darkness,whimpering as shots of pain struck up his spine,pulling himself in behind the dumpster which hid his body from sight. With heartache he thought of his poor brothers and Splinter, and happened to feel pretty bad for himself too. At least the other guys didn't take a damn fall from a 6 story building! The others. Tears sprouted from his eyes, and he bit his lip, and the young shinobi mutant began to tremble. The others..the others! What was he gonna do now! ON his own! Alone!
No lair, no family, no nothing! "No..no.." He whined softly to himself. "This can't be happening.."
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My muse wakes up from a horrible nightmare, how does yours comfort mine?
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Don't. Move.
Mikey froze, still as a statue of stone. “Uaahh?” He said, twisting awkwardly toward Don, eyes wide, mouth gaping as he was just about to chew into his chicken salad and cheese sandwhich. “Uhyy..”
Mikey shut his eyes closed tight, and began slowly sucking his head into his shell. The whole turtle seemed to be shrinking, his sandwich still clenched tightly in his hands. “Nn…”
Don kept his gaze fixed forward, scarcely breathing as if the slightest wayward trace of air might spell his brother’s doom.
He let the edge of his bo gently bop against his younger brother’s head, held it there a tick, and then pulled it away to reveal the fuzzy, two inch caterpillar that had dropped onto his brother’s head.
"You almost knocked it into the water," Don chided, suddenly grinning as he reeled the caterpillar between them. "Pyrrharctia Isabella. I didn’t think there would be any in Central Park. They tend to make their homes in full wilderness."
Mikey took a large bite from his sandwhich out of anxiousness, and stared wideeyedly at the caterpillar, a fuzzy red and black thing that looked to be playing dead. He swallowed dryly, his face blushing, eyes darting from Don and to the caterpillar, before suddenly dropping his sandwhich and jumping to his feet, and scratching his neck, head and arms violently. "I'm itching!!Ahh!ahhhh are there more??"
Don't. Move.
Mikey froze, still as a statue of stone. “Uaahh?” He said, twisting awkwardly toward Don, eyes wide, mouth gaping as he was just about to chew into his chicken salad and cheese sandwhich. “Uhyy..”
”Mikey! Don’t move!” Don hissed. He held his hands out, eyes wide. “Just. Stay very, very, VERY still…” And then ever so slowly, Don lifted his bo off the ground, staring intently at some point above Mikey’s head with the kind of look that said he was dead serious-
Mikey shut his eyes closed tight, and began slowly sucking his head into his shell. The whole turtle seemed to be shrinking, his sandwich still clenched tightly in his hands. "Nn..."
Don't. Move.
Mikey froze, still as a statue of stone. "Uaahh?" He said, twisting awkwardly toward Don, eyes wide, mouth gaping as he was just about to chew into his chicken salad and cheese sandwhich. "Uhyy.."
"I am being normal…..but okay.” -sits silently making whiny noises-
" —————- …
when did you make friends outside a’ us? “
"Ummm..During newyears..They're nice people. Eight is a real walking talking killer robot. Not kidding! He's REALLY cool. Kinda like the terminator, ya know? "
"Ghosts are REAL Raph..One of my friends, she’s a medium, she used her ghost friends to look me up once. Ya know, back in new years, when I bumped my head an was all confused. Did you know ..ghosts can throw snowballs? Like not NOW, it’s summer now, but during the winter..it’s true. They were throwing snowballs at me!"
“Mikey, you are one lucky, lucky turtle. Lucky that I put up with this bullshit.
Why can’tcha just sit back and be normal for, like — I dunno, thirty minutes?”
"I am being normal.....but okay." -sits silently making whiny noises-
"Why are you so angry?"
18 spun on his heels, hands still twisted in his synthetic hair, eyes still narrowed with tension.
"Shut up," he spat, with a voice much more electronic than usual, "Could you just shut up this once?”
"Okay, okay..I was just trying to make conversation. I haven't seen ya for so long an I thought, ya know, that bein' a robot, maybe you'd have stored info on cats and hairballs..I didn't even know they could do that..Klunk was puking all over my carpet today n I thought he was sick ya know, I was worried about my cat."
"I mean, I heard someone Raph. An’ I have that feelin’ of you know, being watched."
"Are you jokin’ with me right now?
The one time we have a mellow patrol, you start gettin’ a bad case of the heebie-jeebies. “
"Ghosts are REAL Raph..One of my friends, she's a medium, she used her ghost friends to look me up once. Ya know, back in new years, when I bumped my head an was all confused. Did you know ..ghosts can throw snowballs? Like not NOW, it's summer now, but during the winter..it's true. They were throwing snowballs at me!"
gakface started following you
"Pretty sure I heard some steps behind me.."
"What’s that supposed to mean? There’s no one else up here, smart-one.”
"I mean, I heard someone Raph. An' I have that feelin' of you know, being watched."
Yo Raph!
”Hothead.”
" SHELL-HEAD !! “
"Stinky mc stink face"
gakface started following you
"Pretty sure I heard some steps behind me.."
Yo Raph!
ninjapoet:
"Hothead."
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"Aight, ‘ere it is." Raph held up the box, smirking somewhat. "I knew I didn’t lose it."
Mikey took the box and petted it, smiling, while cradling it close. "Donnie gave ya this for safe keeping, right? Did he tell you what it is? it is..the internet, as it was when it first started off in 1965. That's right. This box is from the past. If we drop it, the internet is gone..deleted..forever!"
mikey and 18
"Wait…what!?Mikey! Is there something you’re not telling me!?”
"Uh.."
"Well you know..sometimes I forget to tell you guys things..W..what are you talking about anyway?"