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Part 2/2 𓆉

(Part 1)

Just a one (two?) shot teehee

TW: whatever it is the Krang have going on, body horror, fear, suffocation, major character death for like five secondsssss, (kind of) graphic violence

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Steam clouded the bathroom when Mikey got out of the shower. He drew a small smiley face in the fogged up mirror before heading back to his room for a fresh hoodie and sweatpants, his burdens having been washed away by the warm water. In hindsight, April wasn’t wrong, his clothes reeked more than Raph’s telling-a-lie stink, with days worth of sweat and grime and antiseptic practically caked into them, and considering he was in said clothes, he probably couldn’t have been much better.

He stopped by the kitchen on his way through, fixing up a massive plate of nachos, piled high with guacamole and cheese, for himself and April to snack on while they watched Raph. He grabbed a bottle of soft drink from the fridge and juggled it and the nachos over to the medbay. Kicking the door ajar with his foot, he nudged his way inward. “Okay, so I showered, but then I-,” His breath caught in his throat. Raph was writhing on the bed, grunting and yelling in pain. Donnie and Leo were hovering close, barely avoiding being hit by his twisting mass.

“Raph!” Mikey rushed forward, his nachos abandoned on the subway car floor. “What happened? Why is he- why is he doing whatever that is?!” He gestured wildly at Raph, searching his brothers’ faces for answers where there weren’t any. His brothers stayed silent, fear clouding their eyes. A high pitched droning noise filled the crowded medbay, the heart monitor detecting a lack of beat, and Mikey turned in dawning realisation. His brother’s body, once condensed and squirming, now slack and still. Trembling, he knelt down next to the bed, slowly turning Raph’s palm to the ceiling. He sat there, for a moment, his fingers pressed to his brother’s wrist, before letting out a low, pained wimper. He slid forward, and placed his head in his brother’s hand, sobs wracking his body as he felt himself lose such a constant part of his life to a cold and brutal reality.

They stayed that way for what felt like years. April, alone on the couch, staring angrily at the far wall with tears in her eyes, unresponsive. Donnie, curled up in the corner, hands shaking. Leo, standing, limp and untethered to any available force, and Mikey, trying and failing to be held by his eldest brother for the last time. He wished, so intensely, so deeply, that something, anything, could bring Raph back.

And just like that, his wish was granted. Raph’s skin rippled, as though something wormed it’s way through the layers of flesh and muscle. Mikey’s head shot up, eyes wide. He stared at Raph’s hand, his vision blurring. Under the dim fluorescent lights, his brother’s body was still. But closer, and when obscured by shadow, it moved the tiniest bit, tensing in a way barely noticeable if you weren’t straining to see it. A low whine filled the medbay, echoing off the walls as it grew to an unsettling screech, louder and louder.

Worst of all, it was coming from Raph.

His fist clenched, arm reaching for Mikey.

“Raph what are you-”

Cut off by his brother’s hand around his throat, he gasped for air, losing more and more by the second. Raph’s other arm reached for his eye as the skin beneath it pulsated and contorted. His screams rang out, as a mass of oozing pink shot from his eye, twisting around his body. It made its way towards Mikey, joining the force around his neck, taking it from choking to crushing as what little breath he had left escaped his lungs.

Box turtles can hold their breath for a few minutes. The information rattled around his brain, overlapping at speeds where he couldn’t quite grab onto any particular piece. Raph could kill me right now. This isn’t Raph. I can’t speak. He scratched at his brother’s (the Krang’s) arm, barely making a dent. Sounds surrounded and blurred around his head, growling from his brother (the Krang), beeping of the monitor, Donnie yelling his name, Leo attempting to hurt Raph (the Krang), April grabbing the nearest things and throwing them at Raph (the Krang). This is how I die.

Suddenly, thank goodness, he was released, thrown against the wall with a sickening crack. He clawed at his neck, gasping for breath and pulling the last of the ooze of his flesh. It stuck to him like a leech, his body shaking, his heart racing. He felt bile surface in his throat as his mind clouded over. Raph’s gone. What happened? I should’ve been here. I could’ve saved him. Why didn’t I stay. I should’ve-

Screeching metal tore him from his thoughts, the subway car ripped open at the side, an interior design decision he couldn’t say he approved of. Raph (the Krang) leaped from the car, Donnie and Leo chasing after him. April, almost at the new door, doubled back to help Mikey to his feet, dread apparent on her face. A scream echoed down the subway corridors. An unspoken agreement passed between them, and they sprinted after their brothers.

The lair was trashed. Comics and beanbags scattered on the floor, empty pizza boxes on the table, that was normal. But this? This was a level of broken Mikey hadn’t seen since the Shredder. Rubble still settling, a trail of pink, viscous, slime led from the lair. Donnie and Leo lay in the centre of it all, Donnie’s battleshell broken next to him, Leo helping him up. Mikey rushed to assist, his body quivering. Fear. He stared at his brothers.

“What- what do we do?”

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