Raph hallucinating because he's been bitten again by Xever and all he can see are Casey Jones: Muscle Men. (Men. Several. Flexing.)
Leo landed on his knees and grabbed his brother’s hand.
“Raph! Raph, are you okay?”
Raph was pale under the green, his pupils shrunk to pinpricks, chest heaving for air as his eyes darted around the room.
“Raph, talk to me!”
Raph let out a low moan of terror.
“I can’t,” he rasped. “I can’t.”
Casey was leaning against the wall behind Leo, one foot against the wall, one arm splayed above his head. He gave Raph a sultry half-smile.
“Hey there, hot stuff. What’s say you and me go someplace and…practice our moves?”
Across the room was another Casey. This one was shirtless, puffing out his skinny chest and flexing his arms. He was silent, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes of poorly-written, prose-heavy romance novels.
“It’s not real,” Raph gulped. “It’s not real it’s not real it’s not-”
There was another Casey on a nearby ledge, reclining on the concrete in nothing but his boxer shorts.
“You see something you like?” he asked, and winked.
Raph twitched.
“I have this under control, I have this under control.” He pointed a shaking finger at one of the flexing Casey’s. “YOU AREN’T REAL!”
Casey’s voice purred in Raph’s ear. “C’mon, quit lying to yourself, man. We both know what you really want.”
“Donnie you need to get down here right now. I’m pretty sure Raph is about to have a heart attack.”
“You don’t know me! You don’t know my life! Get out of my head!”
I know you requested muscle men, but I’m sorry, there’s no way Casey two-toothpicks-in-a-pair-of-skinny-jeans Jones has any real muscles to flex. Anyway, this happened, I hope you enjoy it anyway.
