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So me and @ilovebeingaturtle got to joking around and then the jokes went to 'hey what if--?' to 'YEAH LETS DO IT' so. YET ANOTHER propaganda that got way out of hand. This thing is a 15 page google doc and we haven't even finished ya'll--

So anyway more propaganda!! This one featuring the '87 crew from For Future Reference, and Team 4 from A Mixed Bag. Also a lot of Leonardo POV. It's all Leonardo POV--

Leonardo kept his head down, focusing on the sweeping he’d been ordered to do. By Mikey. Because he’d declared himself leader and everyone else agreed he’d be better it than Leonardo--

“Hey Raph! Find more trash bags?” Mikey asked, as the Raph of their team returned.

“Yeah,” he said. “Told you we should have double-bagged them, those pieces are sharp.”

“There’s also a lot! We had like, two bags! I didn’t think they’d all fit!” Mikey defended.

Leonardo’s team never argued with him like this. Raphael would question things, sometimes, but they didn’t argue.

He swept a little too viciously, scattering glass shards instead of collecting them.

“Hey!” Mikey called. “Pay attention over there, Leonardo! And don’t step on any glass!”

“I won’t,” Leonardo called bitterly, not looking up. Saying things like that was supposed to be his job.

“-can you believe the pizza toppings they had to offer over there? Not even a trace of chocolate fudge!”

“No kidding! I was hoping to bring back a coconut and sweet pickles slice for Leonardo, you know as an apology for ditching? No dice. Honestly it’s unbelievable…”

“Eh. I just nabbed some of the popcorn to scatter on mine. At times like this, improvisation is the solution.”

Leonardo’s head snapped up. He knew those voices. He dropped the broom, running towards the sounds. And there they were.

“Michelangelo! Donatello! Raphael!” he cried, grinning widely. “I found you!”

The three turtles look surprised, albeit happy to see him, but Michelangelo recovers first, “like, sure did! Uh, when did you lose us again?”

Donatello meanwhile recoils, “Uh oh, you don’t think Leonardo changed his mind about covering for us, did he?”

“Uh oh-“

“Ah, ah-hold on,” Raphael quickly holds up his hands, “fellas, please. We’ve already done the case of mistaken identity gimmick last time, remember?”

“Oh, right. My mistake,” Leonardo said. “So, what are you guys doing in this part of the theater?”

“Getting pizza!”

“Tourism.”

“Hiding from our teammates.”

The other two glare at Donatello.

Leonardo planted his hands on his hips, giving the three a disapproving look. “Now fellas, you really shouldn’t be wandering off like that. I’m sure your Leonardo is missing you a lot right now.”

All three duck into their shells, chastised.

“Aw, gee Leonardo we were planning on going back after, honest!” Raphael defends, and the other two hurriedly nod their heads.

“We just needed a break, it’s these other new turtles, they’re…gosh how do I put this delicately-“

“About as pitch aware as a hoard of screaming cats fighting over tuna pizza dude,” Michelangelo finishes, “it’s just unbearable.”

“Leonardo’s completely fine with it, he’s still with them now! Got it completely under control. We were just holding him back honestly-“

Raphael shudders, clearly reminiscing on sour musical notes, “I sure know I nearly needed to be held back.”

Even if they weren’t really his brothers, the familiarity was soothing. “Well, since you’re here then, you can come help me finish cleaning up,” he said, gesturing for the others to follow him as he walked back towards where his current team were.

Raphael bristles, “hey-well hold on a minute, you’re not our Leonardo! Who says you can…”

He trails off, noticing the other two have already shrugged and started following.

There’s a sigh.

“Don’t know why I even bothered there,” he mumbles and joins.

Mikey and Donnie were bickering as Leonardo rounded the corner, something about how they didn’t need an entirely new wiring system, they just needed what they had to work. As he noticed Leonardo, Mikey abruptly cut off that argument and planted his hands on his hips. “And where did you run off to in such a hurry,” he scolded.

“I found some friends,” Leonardo said, a bit of a bite edging into his tone. He gestured at the other three turtles. “They’re not my team but, they’ve got a minute to help.”

Raphael slings his arm around Leonardo in content agreement, laying on his accent, “Mutant turtle repairman at your service, you break it, we fix it!”

Leonardo grins. “C’mon, let’s get all this swept up,” he said, gesturing at the pile of shattered glass and mirrors. “There’s more brooms over here in this closet-- be careful, and don’t step on any glass.”

Michelangelo salutes, while the other two roll their eyes at the concern but move to comply, “on it, oh fearless leader!”

“Hey, Donatello, why don’t you help Donnie with the lights?” Mikey said. “Spotlights still aren’t working quite right.”

Leonardo crossed his arms, giving Mikey a flat look. “Donnie can handle that on his own,” he said flatly.

“I would never turn down an opportunity to work with myself! Eager chuckle.” Donnie said, a light in his eyes that made Leonardo want to keep the alternate Donatello far away from him.

“Oh god it’s a variant of them,” Raphael utters like a man being told he needs to go back to war, meanwhile Donatello looks helplessly between the two ‘leaders’.

“Uh, Leonardo…?”

Leonardo put his hand on Donatello’s shoulder. “It’s okay. You can help with the sweeping,” he said. While he was speaking to Donatello, he never took his eyes off Mikey.

“…sensing a kinda weird vibe here,” Michelangelo starts, but Raphael pushes his teammate forward towards the brooms, ducking his head almost like he’s trying to dodge the tension in the air.

“Just get to sweeping buddy, just get to sweeping-“

“C’mon Leonardo! Why do you gotta be like this?!” Mikey whined. “Look just. Donatello can help with the wires okay? He’s a Donatello! He’s good at that!”

Donatello is starting to look mildly miffed, “heyyy, is that all I am to you?”

“Wh-- no?!” Mikey protested.

“Of course not!” Leonardo added.

“Aw, shucks, thanks Leonardo. It sure is nice to feel valued.”

Mikey groaned, briefly burying his face in his hands. “Look can we just. Please cut all this out,” he said, gesturing at Leonardo and Donatello. “See look, he’s not even working on the spotlights right now!”

Donnie, standing by the fusebox and not working, like Mikey had said, looked completely unrepentant. “Well excuse me, I haven’t had a chance to actually talk to a version of myself yet. Unlike other people in this room!”

“It’s not all that great,” Leonardo muttered, remembering the ways the other versions had talked down to them in their previous team-ups.

Donatello meanwhile squints at Mikey, “sorry, who are you supposed to be again?”

“Wh-- I’m Mikey!?” he said. “Michelangelo? Haven’t you met us before? Also,” he pointed at the mask across his face, “Orange?”

“Nope. No recollection.”

Raphael’s quiet singing drifts over as he sweeps, “Chim chiminey, Chim chiminey, Chim chim cher-ee,”

“Also I think I’d know if I was talking to a version of Michelangelo. You don’t seem the type.”

Raph let out a snicker. Mikey whipped around and glared at him. He smirked, “Yeah he’s got you there.”

“Well maybe if I didn’t have to keep you idiots from getting yourselves killed I would be able to be more of the wise guy!” Mikey yelled, flailing his arms around.

Michelangelo glances up from where he’s using the broom as a fake guitar instead of working, “Wiseguy? What are you talking about? That’s Raphael’s role!”

Raphael winks, “Present and accounted for!”

“Raph’s your funny one?!” Mikey cried. “Raph?!”

Said turtle cocks one hip and raises an eye bridge, “heyyy, careful with the pitch there buddy, they might hear you in other universes!”

Mikey stared for a long moment. Then he turned back to Leonardo and flung his hand out towards Raphael. “That’s your funny guy?”

Raphael shrugs helplessly at the fourth wall, “everyone’s a critic.”

“Not my funny guy,” Leonardo said quietly. As ill-timed as some of Raphael’s quips could be, hearing them from this version made Leonardo miss his even more keenly.

“Right,” Mikey said. The mood turned heavy for a moment-- everyone thinking about the teammates they were currently missing. Then Mikey clapped his hands together. “All right well, we’re supposed to be working. Hey! Mini-me! Radical moves lil dude but we’re really supposed to be working right now.”

Michelangelo blinks in surprise mid headbang, then pouts, “Aw man, but all work no play makes one totally unhappy turtle! Gee, you really aren’t a version of me…”

“Wh-- hey!” Mikey protests. “I am totally a Michelangelo! I am just a Michelangelo who has to be responsible because everyone else around here is an idiot who will get somebody killed-- and yes you are one of those idiots Leonardo. You’re the one who got us stuck in that gas trap!”

Leonardo’s jaw snaps shut and he glares at the ground. He’d made an error in judgment. And… yeah it was a bad one.

…Maybe he really didn’t deserve to be leader.

Raphael’s broom falls to the ground with a deafening clatter.

“Hey! Don’t talk to him like that!”

“Yeah! Who got kidnapped and made you king!”

“Ah, Michelangelo, I think there’s a fanfic about that,” Donatello quips, but it’s cut off by Raphael getting up into Mikey’s space.

“You got a problem with Leonardo, you go through me! So leave him alone!”

“...Fellas,” Leonardo starts to say, but he can’t bring himself to say anything else. He… should do something. But he isn’t these guys Leonardo-- he’s not their leader. Their Leonardo probably would never do something like blindly running off and getting himself and an alternate Mikey stuck in a trap that nearly kills them.

“Hey hey whoa,” Raph said, dropping the trash bag of glass bits and making his way over to put himself between Raphael and Mikey. “Cool it, alright?” he said to Raphael.

“Yeah, after all what Mikey said is very much accurate,” Donnie chipped in.

Michelangelo shoots Donnie a filthy look.

Raphael meanwhile adopts a false pleasant tone, stepping back with his hands raised, “Heyyyy well I just think Mr Personality here should put his money where his mouth is! You take charge often back home? You make it a habit of insulting your team members? How’s things been working out for you?”

“Leonardo?” Donatello hesitantly steps into the other turtles vision, “you with us?”

Leonardo glanced up, trying to give Donatello a reassuring smile. “I’m fine,” he said.

“No I don’t take charge often back home!” Mikey said shrilly. “My Leo’s actually good at the leader thing!”

Leonardo’s smile dropped.

There’s a sharp intake from all three of the guest turtles, and Raphael reels back. The other two are more than willing to pick up the slack.

“Why you-you no good big BULLY!” Michelangelo shouts with his fists clenched, while Donatello twirls his bo staff in gear, stepping in front of Leonardo.

“Where do you get off huh?! Jerk!”

“Look I’m sorry,” Mikey said, waving his hands. “It’s just been really stressful. I mean c’mon,” he turned a pleading look to Michelangelo. “What if you had to be the leader over a bunch of turtles that were more interested in fighting each other than the bad guys huh? You’d be stressed out too!”

“...not trying to fight with you guys,” Leonardo muttered. Not loud enough to carry through the room to where the others were. But, Donatello was right there.

Donatello glances back, eyes flashing with concern, but it seems to only empower him to clench his grip tighter around his staff, getting into more of a fighting stance. Michelangelo meanwhile glowers at Mikey.

“Dunno. I’d probably just be trying to get along with my team members instead.”

“I have been!” Mikey shrieked. Raphael flinched, moving away from Mikey slightly. “Do you know how insane these two are?!” Mikey continued, gesturing at Raph and Donnie.

“HEY!” they both protested.

“Just because I’m standing up to Mr. ‘Tranqs his teammates’ over there--” Raph started to say, jerking his thumb at Donnie.

“He was gonna run off again!” Donnie protested, flinging a hand towards Leonardo. “Last time it almost got him and Mikey killed, remember?”

Donatello’s voice is murderous enough it’d make his Shredder and Krang bolt.

“What.”

Leonardo starts to reach out, but hesitates. Donnie’s right. He did almost get himself and Mikey killed. He really shouldn’t be leader.

“See, brainiac? Even these guys know that was out of line,” Raph said smugly.

Michelangelo at this stage has pulled out his nunchucks with a low growl, “these guys? Like, what’s that supposed to mean dude?”

Raph drew his sai in response, shooting a wary look between Donatello and Michelangelo.

Raphael’s hands are also on his sais, but it’s a movement seemingly done out of natural mimicry of the others than his own instinct. He swallows thickly, and is directing his gaze on Leonardo while the other two continue to bristle.

Leonardo meets his gaze for a moment. His teammate was looking to him-- looking to him for help and guidance.

Help that Leonardo couldn’t give. He looked down.

There’s a quiet choked noise from Raphael in response.

“Hey! Nope, nope, we’re not doing this,” Mikey yelled, marching over and smacking at Michelangelo’s hands. “Put those away before you hurt somebody!”

“Nuh uh compadre! You’re not censoring me on my watch!”

“I-- what?!” Mikey cried. “Censor-- dude just put the chucks away! Please!?” he was practically pleading now.

“No way! Not unless you take back those nasty things you said about our bud Leonardo!!”

“Okay, okay,” Mikey said, holding up his hands placatingly. “Hey, Leonardo?” he said, turning to face him. “I’m sorry, okay? I know you're the leader back in your dimension, and I’m sure your… thing works over there just fine.”

But not here, Leonardo heard the unspoken loud and clear. “Sure,” he said flatly. “Apology accepted.”

It didn’t make any of it better. But he was tired, and he didn’t want to see his two teams fight.

Donatello seems to have other ideas.

“Like heck it is! What’s so special about your dimension then huh, that means you get to talk to us like that?!”

“Okay look,” Donnie stepped forwards, spinning his staff up and over his shoulders. “I’m sure we’d all like to continue this conversation but we’ve got some work to finish so--” Glowing purple weapons sprung up into existence above Donnie’s head. “Let’s all calm down and get back to work, because we know who’d lose this fight.”

Raphael lets out a pathetic little whimper as he stares up at the mystic barrage, meanwhile Michelangelo squawks and immediately scrambles back.

Donatello, of course, scoffs.

“Oh please. I could take your wimpy little magic tricks any day.”

Donnie’s eyes narrow. Leonardo feels like he’s swallowed a rock. All Leonardo wanted to do was keep them from fighting-- and it looks like he couldn’t even do that. He really is a failure-- as a leader, and even as a teammate.

“I-- I have to--” he stutters, edging a few steps backwards.

Raphael’s focus snaps back over to him in an instant, and a very panicked understanding floods his eyes when he sees Leonardo’s backing off. His breath hitches as he moves on hand to reach out over the chaos, giving the tiniest desperate head-shake. Don’t.

Leonardo swallows thickly. “Sorry,” he says, and bolts.

Behind him, he can hear Mikey yelling at Donnie to put the mystic weapons away or so help him--

And then a familiar voice, one that Leonardo often heard out of his own throat. “S-shucks, did I miss anything important?”

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So, a quick recap.

After Leonardo’s wonderful teammates decided to leave him at the mercy of their…enthusiastic new acquaintances, the leader in blue had been spending his time listening to the new turtles ‘renditions’ of popular musical theater songs.

At least, he thinks that was what they were doing? Admittedly, he thinks he went a little deaf midway through. …That was, probably for the better.

They were sweet kids! Really, they seemed to all…latch onto him? A little? He’s always believed in giving people praise when they give it their best! So, he gave them compliments and warm smiles, andddddd-in return they are now acting like they’ll never let him leave their side again!

Again, it was very sweet, but. Even a turtle like Leonardo falls victim to the pain of headaches eventually.

…especially when he’s been managing four enthusiastic neon turtles on his own because his teammates were meant to be back. By. Now.

So! He went looking for his teammates (after distracting the other turtles by putting on a cartoon of a cute little blue dog on their Donatello’s screen) and, well.

…he’s certainly found them, alright.

The state of them he’s not too sure about.

“S-shucks, did I miss anything important?”

“Hey Leonardo!” the big turtle with the orange headband said with forced cheer. With one final yank he pulled the staff away from a turtle who looked just like the neon Donatello. “We’re just, uh, hangin’ out!”

Leonardo’s eyes are huge as he surveys the scene, where the three participants he knows have all frozen like turtles flipped on their backs, “…I, hope I didn’t arrive at a bad time…”

“Oh, you’re completely fine,” Donatello twirls his staff to jab on the ground, leaning against it and not even hiding the threatening side eye he gives the others, “we were just about done here anyways.”

The neon Donatello lookalike makes grabby hands at his staff. The other turtle shoves him back, hissing, “No, you are grounded! You get it back when you can behave!”

“...Hey guys?” the other Raphael said. “Where’d our Leonardo go?”

“Like, not that you’d care but he took off dude,” Michelangelo answers stiffly, but there’s relief and guilt in his eyes when he looks at the bewildered Leonardo.

Said turtle frowns, and makes his way over to his only remaining team member to have not spoken yet, “Raphael?”

Raphael immediately averts his stormy eyes away, expression tight.

…oh boy.

The big turtle groans-- still fending off the other Donatello. “Should we go get him?” he asked. “He’s probably not gonna be too happy to see us-- DONATELLO I swear I will hit you with this thing!”

At the threat, Other Donatello finally retreats, glaring sulkily. And then he picks up a broom, that with a flash of purple, turns into a bo staff.

The big turtle’s jaw drops. “How… hey! That’s cheating!”

“...Cool though,” Other Raphael said.

…deep breath Leonardo. You can fix this. Things are just a little messy, but it’s okay! It’s nothing worse than what you’ve handled before.

Maybe.

Leonardo straightens himself up and grins, “don’t worry about other me! I’m sure he just needs a moment, and I can go talk to him. In the meantime, you were tidying things up around here, right?”

“I mean there was an attempt, for sure,” Michelangelo grumbles, gazing at the discarded non-magic-staff brooms.

“Why don’t you get back into that then while I sort things out! Other Donatello, that’s some really impressive machinery you’ve got there. I don’t…suppose it has a function to play music?”

Other Donatello lit up, “I do have some speakers built into my staff, however,” he tapped at his gauntlet, speakers popping up out of the artificial shell on his back, “the audio quality is much better from these.”

He gave one final tap. And the most excessively loud, ear-bleeding music began to pound out of the speakers.

Leonardo winces a second, but keeps up his smile, “perfect! Although, maybe it could use a littleeeee volume adjustment? We still want to be able to hear each other after all!”

“WHAT? I DIDN’T HEAR YOU,” Other Donatello yells over the music.

“HE SAID TURN IT DOWN,” Other Raphael yells, hands clamped over his ears. “I SAY TURN IT OFF BEFORE I TEAR THOSE THINGS OFF YOUR SHELL.”

“WILL YOU TWO CUT IT OUT!?” the big turtle yells. “STOP FIGHTING! STOP IT!”

Leonardo gives a hurried look to his Donatello, who quickly rushes into action to turn the music down with a swift Donatello touch, “lets-try that again. The reason I asked is, someone once told me that the best way to turn mundane tasks around is to do them to a funky beat! Right Michelangelo?”

Michelangelo takes a moment, then beams, “like, I’ve always seconded that supreme notion! Disco grooves scare away the cleaning blues after all.”

Leonardo nods at his teammate, then smiles curiously at his purple alternate one, “Would you happen to have anything to match that description?”

Other Donatello crosses his arms, looking very unimpressed. “Scoff! And what was wrong with the music I was just playing?”

“It wasn’t music, is the problem,” Other Raphael scoffs.

“Just because you don’t have taste--” Other Donatello starts to say.

“Can you two can it for two seconds?!” the big turtle yells. “All you two do is argue, argue, argue! You’re worse than my Raph and Leo! Or even me and Raph! Combined!”

Leonardo shudders, and takes another deep breath. One turtle at a time.

He approaches Donnie, and lowers his voice so he can’t be heard, “look, your music is great! It’s just, I didn’t want to draw attention to this, but, the reason I ask you to pick a,,,gentler, music choice is…”

He glances over so Donnie can follow his line of vision. Raphael still hasn’t said a word-and ever since the music started blaring the turtle has clamped his hands firmly over his ears-nails digging into his mask and skin and breathing uneven. Donatello likewise has moved from casually using his Bo staff for support, to actually using it as support, fidgeting with the wood with eyes now slightly glazed over.

“…it would really mean a lot to me. …Please?”

“...Ah,” Other Donatello said. “Right. I might have… something a bit calmer.” He tapped at the gauntlet a moment, and this time the music that played was a smooth, disco type.

Michelangelo’s eyes sparkle, “alright! Fantabuloso choice amigo!”

Donatello hums softly, and Raphael hesitantly lowers his hands. Leonardo breathes a sigh of relief. Okay…

“That’s perfect,” Leonardo makes sure to show every bit of genuine gratitude he can in his grin, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Other Donatello said, waving his hand dismissively. His eyes darted over Raphael and Donatello, a small amount of tension easing out of his shoulders as he watched them gradually settle. “Well, I better get back to work, those spotlights aren’t going to fix themselves. And I need the proper lighting when it’s my turn on stage.”

“Sounds good to me!” Leonardo beams, and from behind him, Donatello clears his throat.

“Um…perhaps I could…be of assistance? I brought with me some of my notes on dimensional portals actually, that I was hoping to discuss with an intellectual ear about. If you’re capable of-“

Leonardo squints.

“-interested, in…multitasking?”

Other Donatello’s eyes light up. “Yessssss,” he hisses excitedly. “So far my contacts with other dimensions have been entirely non consensual, but I am eager to develop technology to allow a more free contact between my own dimension and-- ah-- friendly dimensions.”

Donatello begins to eagerly ramble about his previous successful contact with other dimensions and drag his counterpart off, so Leonardo watches them go with a fond expression.

The big turtle heaved a sigh of relief, clunking his head against the mechanical staff. A buzzsaw popped out of it and started whirring. He dropped it with a scream, staring at it with wide eyes. “Is it supposed to do that?! I don’t think it should be supposed to do that!”

Leonardo quickly slashes his sword and cuts it in two, shutting it down almost cartoonishly. Hey, he might not be supposed to be able to do that, but it’ll do!

“...Thanks,” the big turtle says. “It kinda. Scared me,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and grinning sheepishly.

Leonardo gives him a reassuring grin back, hiding his own racing heart behind it.

“It’s quite alright! In fact, I don’t mean to overstep here, you really seem like you’re doing the best you can! But you also seem,,,you know,,,,,frazzled, so maybe…”

He starts subconsciously tapping his index fingers together. Think Leonardo, think-what’s two birds with one stone?

Raphael shifts to hug himself in his peripheral vision. That could do it?

“You know…Raphael was hoping to do a standup routine on that stage later, but none of us have been available to help him rehearse. Would you be willing to take a break from organizing this side of things? To lend him an ear? …Offer suggestions? That is if you’d be interested.”

The big turtle huffs and crosses his arms. “I know what you’re doing,” he said. “You’re talking us all down and distracting us from the fight we almost had.”

Leonardo can’t help but rock back and forth, gaze slightly playful, “perhaps. But do you want my plan to stop working?”

“...Nah,” the turtle admitted. “I think this is the first time we haven’t been arguing since the whole mess started.” He glanced at Raphael, and hesitated. “...Look I’ll be the first to admit we… didn’t make that great of an impression,” he said lowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not sure he’d want my help.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure,” Leonardo smirks, “if I’ve learnt anything over the years, it’s that the best way to win Raphael over, it’s giving him the chance to tell his cheesy one-liners.”

Raphael’s eye twitches, easily hearing the whole thing. He swallows roughly, then walks over so he can jab a finger into Leonardo’s nose.

“Hey, if I’m cheesy you’re the whole block mister.”

“Oh, hi Raphael! Didn’t see you there.”

“Hey,” the turtle says tentatively. “So um. Sorry, about… all of that. I didn’t mean… well no I kinda did but, I shouldn’t have like, said our version of your Leo--”

“AH-AH-“ Raphael hurriedly clamps his hand over the other turtle's mouth, and Leonardo tilts his head in befuddlement, “hey don’t even worry about it! Live and let live man, who am I to hold a grudge!”

“…um,” Leonardo blinks, then beams “that’s good to hear Raphael!”

The other turtle’s eyes crinkle with mischief. There’s an immediate reaction.

“YeeUCK! DID-DID YOU JUST-OH BLEHBLEHARGH! DUDE!”

“Told you I was a Mikey!” the other turtle said smugly. Raphael simply whines in outrage and starts wiping his hand aggressively on the other turtles arm. Okay then!

“What-- ew! Gross!” he protests, pushing Raphael back.

“Thaaaaat, might be my cue to leave,” Leonardo chuckles, pointing behind him, “I’ve got a rogue turtle to look for after all.”

“Yeah yeah sure-I cannot believe you just licked me!!!” Yeah they’re be fine.

The big turtle pauses in his spat with Raphael. “Hey. Thanks for looking out for the lil guy. I don’t think he’s gonna be too happy to see any of us right now.”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not even a problem! I’m just looking out for my fellow turtles!” Leonardo beams and squeezes the big turtle's arm, “I’m sure you’d do the same.”

A strange look flickers in the other turtle’s eyes for a minute. “...Yeah, sure,” he said. “Just uh. Look it’s been really stressful and none of us have been at our best. Keep that in mind?”

Raphael, for whatever reason, shows the other turtle a smile with a bit too many teeth, “save the disclaimers, lets just leave them to it. Catch you later, oh fearless leader!”

“…will do,” Leonardo replies, although his enthusiasm is a tad more unsure, “I’ll-yeah. I’ll be back. Don’t get into any more fights, okay?”

“Oh we’ll be little angels.”

“Please,” the big turtle said, grinning, “if you’re anything like my Raph you’re gonna be more like the other side.” He held his fingers up to his head like horns. “Whooo I’m Raphie and I like busting heads, especially Mikey’s,” he drawled in an extremely low and gravelly voice. Raphael recoils.

“A! Leonardo!! Defend my honor here man, this guy is making me out to be some kind of Casey Jones wannabe!”

“Already walking away Raphael!”

“Wait, Casey’s not your best friend?!”

“In what universe is-“

“Mine!” The big turtle said.

“Mine too,” Other Raphael adds in.

“Okay, well that’s why your universes are stupid-“

Leonardo drowns the rest out, on a mission. After all, talking to them was the easy part.

Now he needs to talk to himself.

…

He pauses.

“Wait, that guy was a Michelangelo?”