What if the 2012 Turtles met the mud dogs [The baddies from rise with the same voices]
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“What are you?” Leo and Lenoard said at the same time. The two were the same height and stood face-to-face with each other, both flinching at their identical voices.
“Hey! Stop that!” Lenoard growled, showing yellow teeth and crooked fangs.
“Stop what?” Leo growled right back, “I didn't do anything!”
“Stop doing that thing with your voice!” Leonardo squeaked, waving his hand aggressively.
“What thing— this isn’t a thing, this is just my voice!”
“Like, likely story!” Leonard stuck out his tongue.
Leo gagged and covered his nose as the yokai breathed in his face. He smelled of onion and week-old steak left to rot in the sun, and Leo could see bits of meat still clinging between the creature’s teeth as the ogre scowled.
“I’m serious—“ Leo tried to be subtle about wafting the smell away
“Who put you up to it, huh? Who?” Leonard walked closer and forced Leo back against the wall, “Danny? Mickey? The government? I pay my taxes!”
“Wha—the govern—? No— wait. Mickey and Danny?”
“Yeah.” The ogre swiped his tongue over his teeth, “What about em?”
“And… what’s your name?”
“Leonard.” The ogre backed away and tilted his head, “Are you on the puffs?”
“I…” Leo dug his fingers into his temples as he shook his head, “I wish I was, Leonard. I really wish I was…”
*******
“This is… very strange.” Donnie was muzzle-to-muzzle with the well-groomed rat and he was almost certain he could smell lavender clinging to the yokai’s fur.
“So… what are you meant to be? Some sort of overgrown kappa? And why does your voice sound like my voice?” The rat snorted and tweaked his whiskers in concentration.
“My voice?! You’re the one making a mockery of me!”
“You do a good enough job of that on your own with that gap in your teeth. Geeze, have some respect for yourself and get those fixed.”
“Respect—?! I have respect for myself and there is nothing wrong with my teeth! It’s you who should have some respect— what honest guy wears a purple suit and matching hat?”
“Whoever said I was honest? That’s a blatant lie. And FYE—“
“You mean FYI—?”
“Back in my day, colorful clothing was all the rage— until Beau Brummell ruined it for us.” He said the last part with a growl
“Back in your day— when were you born?”
“1770.”
“What?! You— you’re over two hundred years old?!”
“Us yokai age slow. Every hundred human years is like ten yokai years.”
“So… you’re only twenty five?”
“By yokai standards, yes.”
“That’s… actually really fascinating!” Donnie couldn’t help but feel the slightest excitement at the new knowledge, “You’ve lived through some of the most important events in history! You’ve seen World Wars one and two! You’ve seen the civil war—Vietnam—!” Donnie felt suddenly disappointed as a realization occurred to him, “Oh… I guess you probably wouldn’t have actually… seen any of that. Human and yokai history probably doesn't mix much, huh?”
“You kidding?” Danny laughed, “Yes it do! For every important event in human history, you can bet that some kind of mythos was there to witness it.”
“Mythos?”
“Well, not everyone here is yokai— that’s just for us Japanese folks. There’s creatures from all over with different names— there’s aztecs, cryptids, folklores— you name it. As a whole, we’re Mythos!”
“Fascinating.” Donnie breathed.
“Yeah— I ain’t got nothing compared to those guys. Some of them’s been around since before humans.”
Donnie’s Interest was rekindled tenfold. “How old was the oldest mythos?! Do you know?!”
“Well, yeah, the titans are the oldest I know of, but I’m exactly sure on dates…”
“Titans? Can I meet them?” Donnie didn't care about making a fool of himself— the chance to learn about a whole culture unknown to him was too strong to resist.
“Are you kidding?! You don’t just ‘meet’ the titans! There’s like, a whole system you gotta go through, and I don’t want to get arrested again.” He spun his paws around each other as he explained.
“Wait— again?” Donnie gawked.
“Ehhhh not important.” The yokai slung his arm around Donnie’s shoulders to guide him down an alleyway, prodding a finger against the chest of his plastron. “Sides, you ain’t need no titans! Stick with me, little man, and I’ll tell you anything you need to know...”
*******
Mikey and his new friend ran into each other at the corner where an alleyway and sidewalk met. Their immediate reaction to the others' presence was the exact same.
“Woah!” Their voices echoed in turn, their movements matched, “Hey! You should like me! Stop that! No you stop! Grrrr! How do you know what I’m about to say?!” Both stopped, staring at each other with narrowed eyes for a second before lunging forward so their noses touched, “Bubblebabybaublebounces! Pizzas the best food! My favorite brother’s Donnie [Danny] and I’m still scared of the dark!” They both sucked in a deep breath that doubled as a gasp, “Hi my name’s Mikey [Mickey] what’s yours?!”
Both pulled back and covered their mouths. The eel, coiled on the ground much like a snake, motioned to Mikey, who nodded and uncovered his mouth slowly.
“Hi! I’m Hamato Michelangelo! You can call me Mikey! Your turn!”
“Hi! I’m Hayato Mikaeel! You can call me Mickey! Your turn!”
“Wow! Your name is so much like mine!”
Mickey, it seemed, couldn’t wait for his turn, “And you sound just like me!”
“Dude that is so weird! We sound the same and we act the same!”
Once more, their noses almost touched as they spoke as one. “IT’S LIKE WE’RE THE SAME PERSON!”
*******
Raph took one look at the massive creature in front of him and immediately picked up his phone, his voice cracking, “Don I’m scared I need you to come pick me up.”