content: violence, swearing, mention of death, blood, underaged drinking
pairing(s): none
summary: An idiot decides to test his luck with Mikey…big mistake
note: this is the first thing i’ve written in a while bc of writer’s block, but i hope i did good! this work is inspired by @lackablazeical ‘s addams family au! pls give him all the love!
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Michelangelo, Big Mama’s youngest son and undefeated champion. The teenager is quick to anger and loves to cause trouble whenever and wherever he can just because he can. He’s at the top of the food chain and everyone knows it. If someone didn’t know, they probably live under a rock or are extremely stupid.
It was one of those nights Mikey decided to hang around the Grand Nexus Hotel. He sat at the bar in the sporting lounge, bottle of vodka in hand as he kept to himself in the bustling area. Entering the lounge was a group of yokai, a bull and two lizards. They obviously wanted to make their presence known, arrogance dripping from their auras. The bull yokai, the biggest and assumed leader of the group, scanned the lounge. A haughty scoff left his mouth once his eyes landed on the orange-clad turtle.
It was one of those nights Mikey decided to hang around the Grand Nexus Hotel. He sat at the bar in the sporting lounge, bottle of vodka in hand as he kept to himself in the bustling area. Entering the lounge was a group of yokai, a bull and two lizards. They obviously wanted to make their presence known, arrogance dripping from their auras. The bull yokai, the biggest and assumed leader of the group, scanned the lounge. A haughty scoff left his mouth once his eyes landed on the orange-clad turtle.
The commotion of the lounge quieted down as the group of yokai walked toward the bar. All eyes were watching, everyone knowing all the possibilities if shit hits the fan. Sensing a presence behind him, Mikey smirked and turned to face the three.
“The fuck do you want?”
“So you’re the great champion everyone is soooo afraid of huh?” the bull yokai asked, looking Mikey up and down as the two lizards behind him snickered.
Hopping off the barstool, Mikey’s smile widened as he stepped closer to the bull. He may have been shorter, but it was obvious who was the biggest in the room.
“That’s exactly who I am. What are you? Some clown that wants an autograph or something?”
Ignoring the remark, the bull looked behind him at his two goons. “He doesn't seem like much, I bet I can crush him like a bug.” The reptiles nodded in agreement, stroking the leader’s ego.
At this point, a few more hotel employees entered the room to hopefully minimize the inevitable damage, this obviously isn't their first rodeo. A butterfly yokai in a bellhop uniform slowly approached the unraveling scene, clearing her throat to get the bull’s attention.
“Sir, if you don’t stop harassing this patron, I’m going to have to escort you out.”
Mikey held his hand up in the bellhop’s face, “Shut up, I wanna hear this waste of air’s last words before I kill its bitch ass.”
The bellhop just sighed and took a couple of steps back.
“You think you’re so tou-“
Before he could finish, Mikey pounced on him. Besides the bulls screams of pain and the sound of bones breaking, the lounge was silent. Everyone but the employees watched in horror as the small turtle absolutely mangled the bull with a smile on his face. The metallic smell of blood overpowered the smell of sweat and alcohol in the room.
Eventually the screams died down and the bull was unrecognizable. The two lizards ran away long ago while Mikey was distracted.
With a deep breath, Mikey stood up and wiped away some blood off his face. He looked around the lounge with a deranged mile.
“Who’s next?”
Everyone who watched the scene quickly busied themselves with something to avoid potentially provoking the turtle. Mikey rolled his eyes, quickly becoming bored.
“Everyone here is so boring, I’m going to my room. Adina, my bottle.”
The butterfly yokai quickly handed the unfinished bottle of vodka to Mikey, avoiding stepping in the blood. He snatched the bottle out of her hand and took a quick swig. Mikey gave one more hard kick at the unresponsive body and spit on it.
“The piece of shit got blood all over me,” he muttered before making his way to the exit of the sporting lounge.
