*You receive this flyer. Seen any mischievous tots around?"
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"What do you mean you lost them?" Leo yelled, a crumpled flyer in his hand. Raph itched his neck, looking sheepish.
"I was bringing them to the med bay to find their brother, then Lil' Leo yelled something about chickens and ran off. His brothers followed, and I lost them in the crowd," Raph explained.
"Donnie, did you-?" Mikey began, but Donnie sighed, rubbing his temples. "No, I didn't have time to plant subcutaneous trackers on them."
Raph's eyes widened, and his Raph-chasm deepened. "You didn't have time to what-?"
"ANYWAYS," Donnie interrupted. "I'll check the medbay to see if they found their brother already. You guys go find some... chickens."
"I could do a tracking spell?" Mikey offered, but Leo quickly cut him off. "No, go with Donnie. I've been seeing some weird giant purple thing tackling different Donatello's and dragging them off. We'll find the little ones." Before Donnie could argue that he didn't need a bodyguard, Raph and Leo were gone. There was a few beats of awkward silence before Mikey pointed at a nearby sign directing them towards the med wing. The pair began to walk down the hallways, navigating the crowds of turtles, humans, and other beings.
Mikey waved at a two-headed turtle at the entrance, then perked up at the scent of pizza coming from somewhere nearby. Inside was a row of cots, one containing an angry Raph being cuddled by a familiar cat.
Donnie's attention was captured by a Mikey sitting in one of the cots, small creatures in his lap and on his shoulders. He looked anxious, tapping the side of the bed while glancing at a turtle that looked very much like Donnie, but with more stripes and way cooler goggles.
"Are you the Michelangelo looking for his little brothers?" Donnie asked, noticing the flyer posted above his bed. The bed-ridden Mikey looked over, and Donnie felt a wave of some... emotion, wash over him. This Michelangelo was still wearing the pre-ninpo outfit, lacked cracked skin, and didn't have any hair.
This Michelangelo was whole.
"So you're another me?" Mikey asked, blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Wow you look young. Are you still thirteen?"
@mkthedingus your move :> /silly
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