Feb 4, 2025
Febuwhump Day 4: Hive Mind
Mikey hadn’t seen his brothers in what must have been weeks, probably months now. The projective plane was their only refuge but with all of their spirits hurting so badly…it was like a hot spring, warm like safety at first dip, only to burn and blister as his mind sank inescapably deeper.
It was terrible of him to balk at the idea of contact. He couldn’t leave them.
No matter how his head hammered with Don’s needles-numb-lights-blurry-blinding—no matter how his nerve endings stung with Leo’s cold-dark-trapped-tired-can’t-see-can’t-move—no matter how phantoms shook him bone-deep with Raph’s stop-fight-claw-bite-kick-help-brothers-no!—he wouldn’t.