#tmnt 2014

[bionicragdoll]

Help a gal out?

I'm looking for some help tracking down some TMNT Bayverse AMVs that used to be on YouTube and have disappeared from my tmnt amv playlist. One is set to Light by Disturbed and the other is set to Heroes (We Could Be) by Alesso.

I think they were originally created and uploaded by TMNTLOVER but those videos are no longer on their channel.

That's all I got. Love you all!

[vixenharg0404]

TMNT: Echo’s Of Kraang

Chapter 5- The Storm Breaks

The world erupted. A bolt of blue-white lightning tore through the reinforced ceiling with a deafening crack. Concrete exploded as steel twisted. The laboratory shook violently as blinding light swallowed the chamber.

Every Kraang Droid froze. Every turtle instinctively shielded their eyes. The bolt struck one of the towering Kraang Walkers dead center. For a heartbeat... Nothing happened. Then the machine detonated.

A fireball burst from its core, hurling twisted metal across the laboratory. Purple sparks rained from the ceiling as pieces of the massive walker crashed into the floor.

Smoke rolled through the room. Blue arcs of electricity danced wildly across shattered machinery. Leo looked up through the hole blasted into the ceiling. "What—" A figure dropped through the smoke. Not gracefully or dramatically. She hit the ground already moving. The impact cracked the concrete beneath her boots. Long blonde hair whipped behind her in a messy ponytail as blue lightning crawled over her forearms like living veins. Without a single glance toward the turtles, she sprinted straight through the smoke. A Kraang Droid raised its weapon. She never slowed. Electricity exploded from her hand. The blast hurled the machine through three computer terminals before it disappeared in a shower of sparks.

Another lunged toward her. She caught its arm. Twisted. The metal screeched. With one violent motion, she slammed it into the floor hard enough to crater the concrete before another burst of lightning surged through the machine, reducing it to smoking scrap.

"Kraang identifies Subject B12!"

"Kraang defensive protocol!"

"Kraang recover Subject B12!"

The woman didn't react. She was already onto the next target. Raphael blinked.

"She's been doing all this!?" Before anyone could process what they were seeing—

The floor split apart. Massive roots erupted through the concrete like they had been waiting beneath the building for years. They wrapped around a charging Kraang Walker's legs. With a violent pull, the towering machine crashed sideways. Before it could recover, thick vines burst through the floor and wrapped around its limbs, pinning it helplessly against the ground. Chunks of broken concrete rose into the air. For a split second they hung weightless. Then they launched forward like cannon fire. The slabs slammed into a wave of advancing Kraang Droids, scattering them across the laboratory. A second young woman stepped calmly through the cloud of dust. Smaller than the first. Copper hair framed by a braided crown. Golden amber eyes reflected the blue flashes of lightning dancing around the room. She lifted one hand. The vines tightened instantly around another struggling droid until its joints groaned under the pressure. She said nothing. Her focus never wavered. Donnie stared. "The vines!" Mikey slowly lowered his nunchucks.

Before anyone could answer... Something sprinted through the smoke. Four legs.

Gray fur. Too large to be an ordinary wolf.

It bounded over a line of Kraang Droids before disappearing into the haze. One of the Kraang pointed frantically. "Kraang detects Subject P38!" The wolf vanished behind a row of terminals. A heartbeat later, one of the Kraang Droids suddenly turned and opened fire on its own allies. The turtles looked at it in confusion. Raphael frowned.

"What's it doing?" The Kraang Droid reached for its helmet. Its face rippled like water. Metal became skin. Skin became dark honey-colored flesh. Short black hair streaked with platinum fell across silver eyes. The disguise melted away completely as a grin spread across the young woman's face.

"Aw." She sounded almost disappointed.

"I was hoping they'd keep shooting each other a little longer." She drove an elbow into the droid beside her, snatched a throwing knife from her belt, and buried it into another machine's optic sensor before shifting again. Bones twisted. Limbs reshaped. Within seconds, the wolf was back.

She barreled through another line of Kraang Droids, jaws clamping around the arm of one machine before flinging it across the room.

Leo couldn't keep his eyes off the battlefield.

They weren't fighting together by accident.

Every movement was coordinated. Lightning drove the Kraang where they wanted them.

Roots trapped anything that escaped. The shapeshifter finished whatever was left standing. It was seamless. Like they'd done this hundreds of times before. Within moments... The laboratory fell silent. Smoking pieces of Kraang machinery littered the floor. The remaining Walker groaned helplessly beneath thick vines. One damaged Kraang Droid attempted to crawl away. Fresh vines immediately wrapped around its torso and pinned it flat against the concrete.

The apparent leader of the Kraang force tried to stand. The blonde woman reached him first. One white boot planted firmly on the droid's chest. With almost casual indifference, she grabbed the machine by its helmet. Twisted and pulled. The metallic shell separated with a loud hiss. A pink Kraang alien blinked in surprise as she plucked it from the body suit. She tossed it across the room. It landed with a wet splat before scrambling backward in panic.

The wolf stalked after it. A low growl rumbled through the laboratory.

The Kraang froze. The blonde woman crouched until they were eye level.

Blue sparks crackled softly around her fingertips. Her voice was calm.

"Where. Is. Emiko?" Her heavy southern accent didn't go unnoticed by anyone.

"Kraang information regarding Subject Q17 remains classified." The wolf's lips curled back, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Then, to the turtles' surprise, the wolf spoke.

"Well..." Her tone was almost cheerful. "It's either classified..." She took one slow step closer. "...or I eat you right here." The growl that followed echoed through the silent laboratory. Not one of the three women had looked at the turtles. Not once.

꧁֍֍꧂

The laboratory fell silent. Only the crackle of dying machinery filled the air. Blue sparks danced lazily across the floor where dozens of shattered Kraang Droids lay scattered in pieces. The remaining Kraang alien trembled beneath the enormous gray wolf standing over it. Its breathing became quick and erratic. The blonde remained crouched in front of it, one forearm resting casually against her knee. Her bright green eyes never left the creature. She didn't raise her voice,

she didn't threaten it, she simply asked again. "Where is Emiko?" The Kraang blinked. "Kraang possesses no authorization to disclose information regarding Subject Q17." She didn't react. "Try again." Her eyes narrowed.  "Kraang information regarding Subject Q17 remains classified." A deep growl rumbled through the wolf once more.

The Kraang flinched, the wolf slowly lowered her head until her nose was only inches from the pink alien. Her lips curled back, exposing rows of sharp teeth. "You know..." She spoke without changing back, her words came through low and distorted. "I've always wondered if Kraang taste like squid." The alien's eyes widened. "Kraang recommends against consumption of Kraang." The wolf giggles."Oh?" It's tail flicked lazily behind her. "I wasn't asking." The growl deepened.

Across the room, the smallest women quietly looked away. Her fingers twisted together nervously. She hated this part, hated seeing anyone or thing afraid, but she also knew...

If anyone deserved answers... It was them.

The blonde never looked away from the Kraang.

"Where."

"Is."

"Emiko."

The alien's breathing quickened. "Kraang confirms Subject Q17 no longer remains within Kraang Bio Facility Network." Her expression changed for the first time. Only slightly. "...No longer?" The words were barely above a whisper. She leaned closer.

"What does that mean?" She asked. "Subject Q17 transferred under higher authorization."

For the briefest moment... Hope flickered across their face. "Transferred where?"

The Kraang hesitated. Its expression suddenly became blank. Donnie noticed it first. "...Leo." Too late. The alien's jaw snapped shut. A faint crunch echoed through the chamber. Its body convulsed violently.

Purple veins spread beneath its skin.

"No!" The blonde lunged forward. The Kraang collapsed before she could reach it.

Its eyes glazed over. Within seconds it stopped moving. Silence filled the laboratory.

The wolf slowly shifted back into her human form. "...Well..." She stared down at the body. Her short shagged bangs spilled into her face "That was rude." She scoffed at the robot. The smallest women quietly knelt beside the fallen alien. She checked for a pulse anyway. After several seconds...

She looked up. "...It's gone." The blonde remained perfectly still. She stared at the lifeless Kraang for what felt like forever. Her fists slowly clenched. Not out of rage, but out of frustration. Another lead and another dead end. Another answer ripped away before she could reach it.

She stood. "We're done here."

Without another word, she turned and walked deeper into the facility. The other two immediately followed. Only then did Leo finally step forward. "Wait." None of them stopped. The one that had been a wolf moments ago tilted her head slightly. "...Um. I think someone's talking to us." The blonde didn't even glance over her shoulder. "They ain't important." She kept walking. Raphael raised an eyebrow. "...Excuse me?"

Mikey blinked. "Okay. Ouch! That one kinda stung." Donnie looked toward Leo. "What do we do?" Leo watched the three women disappear down the corridor leading toward the sealed vault. He slid his katanas back into their sheaths. "We follow them."

The massive vault stood open. Its ancient locking mechanisms hung motionless after centuries of silence. Inside were rows upon rows of crystalline storage drives filled towering shelves stretching farther than the eye could see. Alien star charts floated above holographic tables. Walls were covered in unfamiliar symbols. Dozens of containment cylinders housed glowing fragments of technology unlike anything Donnie had ever seen. His eyes widened. "This..." He stepped inside almost reverently. "...This is an archive." The blonde ignored the room's overwhelming scale. She walked with purpose, like she'd already decided exactly where she was going. The smallest women quietly gathered several crystal drives from one shelf while carefully checking the strange symbols etched into each one. The shape shifter wandered farther inside, opening drawers and peeking into containers. "Ooh..." She held up a glowing alien device.

"I have absolutely no idea what this does."

She looked toward Donnie. "...Do you?"

Donnie instinctively answered. "...No." She shrugged. Tossing the device over her shoulder. "Cool cool."

The turtles exchanged puzzled looks. The three women moved through the archive like they weren't exploring... They were searching. Searching for something incredibly specific, and judging by how confidently they navigated the vault... This wasn't the first Kraang archive they'd broken into.

꧁֍֍꧂

The archive was enormous. Crystal drives lined towering shelves from floor to ceiling, each glowing with a faint violet light. Alien maps floated between suspended holographic projectors while forgotten machines hummed quietly beneath layers of dust. It was obvious the women had done this before. The blonde headed straight for a terminal buried deep within the archive. Her fingers flew across unfamiliar Kraang controls with practiced confidence as rows of alien symbols scrolled across the display.

The smallest women moved from shelf to shelf, carefully selecting only certain crystal drives before placing them into a worn satchel slung over her shoulder. The shape shifter had absolutely no system whatsoever.

"Ooo..." She opened another drawer "That's... definitely gross." She quickly shut it again. Donnie couldn't help himself. His eyes followed the crystal drives the smallest was collecting. Then the terminal the blonde had activated. Then the file names racing across the screen. His brow furrowed. "...You're looking for project records." Konami's hands stopped moving. The archive fell quiet. Slowly... She turned around. For the first time since crashing through the ceiling...

Her attention settled entirely on the turtles.

Bright green eyes swept across each of them.

The blue mask

The red.

Purple.

Orange.

She studied their weapons. Their posture. The strange mix of human and turtle. None of it seemed familiar. The turtles found themselves doing exactly the same thing.

She broke the silence. "Who are you?"

Mikey leaned toward Raphael, keeping his voice low. "...She doesn't know us?" He said jokingly. Raphael shrugged him off.  The shape shifter looked between the turtles and the blonde. The blonde didn't take her eyes off Leo. The smallest tilted her head curiously. Leo stepped forward into the silence among them. "My name's Leonardo."

He gestured toward his brothers.

"Raphael."

"Donatello."

"Michelangelo."

"We've been protecting this city for years."

The blonde listened without any visible reaction. "The Kraang have been our enemies for a long time. We're trying to stop them."

Her gaze drifted past Leo, toward Donnie.

More specifically... Toward the scanner still clipped to his forearm. Its display continued blinking with the same three energy signatures. Her expression hardened instantly. "You been followin' us."

Donnie instinctively looked down at the scanner. "It's not—" Leo answered before he could. "We've been tracking an unknown energy signature." He paused. "The destroyed facilities. The missing drives. We were trying to figure out who kept getting there before us." Her eyes narrowed.

"It was us." She hissed. "We didn't know that," Leo replied honestly. "We know now."

She folded her arms. "Congrats! You found us." There wasn't even a hint of accomplishment in her voice. Only caution.

Leo held her gaze. "We're not your enemy." She refused to break the gaze. " We don't know that. And you don't know us."

The room grew quiet again. The shape shifter looked back and forth between them before raising a hand. "So...This is awkward." No one acknowledged her. She lowered her hand. "...Yeah. Thought so." The smallest stepped a little closer to the blonde, her voice soft enough that only the three women could hear. "They don't seem like they're lying."

The blonde didn't respond, her eyes never left Leo. Years of betrayal had taught her one lesson better than any other. Trust wasn't something you gave. It was something people earned, and these strangers... Hadn't earned it.

꧁֍֍꧂

The silence lingered. Leo and the blonde stood several feet apart, neither willing to look away first. Neither seemed intimidated by the other. Neither seemed willing to budge. The archive itself almost disappeared around them. The shape shifter looked from one to the other. Then sighed dramatically.

"...Okay. I'm gonna get back to work." Without waiting for anyone's approval, she wandered farther into the archive, opening another drawer. "Hmm..." She pulled out a sealed silver packet covered in Kraang symbols. "...Think this is food?" Mikey perked up instantly. "Food?" Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mikey."

The women shrugged. "I'll test it." Before anyone could stop her, she tore open the package and sniffed it. "...Smells weird."

She poked a tiny piece with her finger. "...Definitely weird." Mikey leaned over curiously. "Wouldn't recommend it." He said, so she tossed the packet back into the drawer and immediately found something else."Ooo... This is shiny." She picked up one of Donnie's discarded sensor modules from where it had landed during the fight, turning it over in her hands. Silver eyes lit up.

She looked toward Donnie. "You made this?"

Donnie blinked. "...Yeah." She looked impressed. "Oh." She flipped it over again, studying the tiny circuits. "That's actually pretty cool." She pointed at the blinking display. "How's it work?" Donnie hesitated.

"It detects and compares unknown energy signatures." Her eyes widened. "Seriously?" She walked closer. "Can it help us find what we're looking for?" Donnie glanced toward the blonde before answering. "...Maybe... Depends on what records you're looking for." He fixed his glasses. "Emiko."

The answer slipped out before the shape shifter even thought about it. The blonde broke her glare with Leo and shot her a look.

The shape shifter immediately winced.

"Right. Probably shouldn't have said that. Oops."

Nobody spoke. She looked around awkwardly. "Well... Since I'm already oversharing..." She pointed a thumb toward herself. "I'm Vikki." She pointed toward the smaller copper haired women gathering crystal drives."That's Fawn." Then toward the blonde who glared into her soul. "And that's Konami."

Konami closed her eyes for half a second.

"...Vikki." She huffed. Raphael couldn't help smirking. "I like her." Vikki grinned. "Most people do." Mikey pointed at himself enthusiastically. "I'm Mikey."

While the conversation stumbled forward, Fawn quietly closed the satchel hanging at her side. Her amber eyes drifted toward the turtles. None of them had attacked. None of them had tried to stop them. If anything...

They looked just as confused as she felt.

She stepped beside Konami and lowered her voice. "I don't think they're with the Kraang." Konami didn't answer. Her attention remained fixed on Leo. "They could still be a problem." Fawn glanced back toward the turtles. Leo met her eyes.

For just a moment... She offered him the smallest, most apologetic smile. A silent acknowledgment. We don't all feel the same.

Leo returned it with the slightest nod. It wasn't much, but it was the first sign that the wall between the two groups wasn't completely solid. Across the room, Vikki was already opening another cabinet.

"Ooh... Okay, if anybody finds alien snacks that don't smell terrible..." She looked over her shoulder. "...Let me know." Even Konami let out the faintest, almost imperceptible sigh. It wasn't quite amusement. But it was close enough that Fawn noticed.

꧁֍֍꧂

Konami's fingers danced across the Kraang terminal. Rows of alien symbols streamed across the screen faster than anyone else in the room could follow. Donnie tried.

He caught the occasional recognizable command.

Archive...

Transfer...

Subject...

Authorization...

The terminal chimed. A hidden compartment slid open beneath the console. Inside rested a single crystal drive unlike the others. Instead of glowing violet, its core pulsed a deep emerald green. A string of Kraang symbols illuminated its surface. Konami's breath caught. "Found it." She reached into the compartment and carefully lifted the crystal into her hand, relief crossed her face.

Only for a second before...

THUNK.

Something metallic bounced across the floor between both groups. Leo's eyes widened.

"Move!" The object erupted into thick gray smoke. The archive disappeared. Visibility vanished almost instantly. Before the smoke even settled, Shurikens screamed through the air. One embedded itself in the console inches from Donnie's head. Another sliced the tip of Vikki's hand as it landed in a compartment behind her."Fuck!" She groaned from shock more than pain. Another sliced through a hanging cable. Black-clad figures dropped from the upper walkways.

One.

Five.

Ten.

Then dozens.

The Foot Clan.

Raphael groaned. "...You've gotta be kidding me." Across the room, Konami let out an equally irritated sigh. Vikki threw both hands into the air. "Can nobody schedule an attack? I mean, we were in the middle of something!" The first Foot ninja lunged.

Nobody gave an order. Nobody discussed a plan. Everyone simply jumped into action.

Leo intercepted the first attacker before the blade reached Konami. Steel rang through the archive as his katana deflected the strike.

Konami didn't even look at him. She stepped forward at the same moment, blue electricity exploding from her palm into two more ninjas trying to flank Leo from behind.

Both attackers flew backward into a shelf of crystal drives. Leo glanced over his shoulder.

"Thanks." She answered without looking at him. "I wasn't helpin' you." Another pair of Foot soldiers rushed Leo. Before he could react, lightning cracked behind him. The attackers collapsed in smoking heaps. At almost the same instant, Leo cut down the ninja attempting to blindside Konami.

Neither acknowledged it.

Across the chamber, Raphael drove one Foot ninja through a stone pillar before another leapt onto his shell. "Oh, come on!" The attacker never landed. A massive brown bear burst through the smoke with a deafening roar, it slammed shoulder-first into three Foot ninjas at once. They crashed through a row of metal shelving like bowling pins.

The bear skidded to a stop. Bones shifted.

Fur receded. Within seconds Vikki stood where the bear had been, brushing imaginary dust from her magenta cargo pants. Raphael stared. "...Damn, girl. I like the way you think." She flashed him a cocky grin. "Most people do." Another ninja charged. She casually caught him by the wrist. "You're being rude." With one smooth motion she transformed again. This time into a massive wolf. The sudden change threw the ninja completely off balance. She slammed him into another Foot soldier before sprinting off after her next target. Raphael laughed. "Oh yeah. We're gunna get along just fine."

Elsewhere, Donnie ducked beneath a swinging sword. Three Foot ninjas closed in.

Before he could deploy another EMP, thick vines burst through the concrete. They wrapped around every attacker, pinning their arms against their sides. The ninjas struggled helplessly. Donnie didn't hesitate.

Three EMP discs skipped across the floor.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Each exploded beneath a captive ninja, disabling their weapons in bright showers of sparks. Fawn blinked. "That worked." Donnie looked equally surprised. "...Yeah."

Another wave rushed them. Without exchanging a word Fawn raised both hands.

Roots erupted beneath the attackers feet.

Donnie launched a retractable drone overhead. The drone fired smoke canisters while the vines yanked the disoriented ninjas off their feet. They moved as though they'd trained together for years. Neither of them had planned it, it just worked.

Throughout the archive, the battle became impossible to follow. Blue lightning flashed between collapsing shelves. Vines tore through cracked stone. Foot ninjas vanished beneath charging wolves, tangled roots, and precise sword strikes. The turtles and the three women still weren't fighting with one another, but they had stopped fighting around one another. Without ever saying it aloud... The Foot Clan had become everyone's problem and for the first time that night... The odds had shifted against the ninjas.

The last Foot ninja disappeared into the smoke. Silence settled over the archive once more. Only the crackling of damaged machinery and the distant groan of collapsing metal broke the stillness.

Raphael lowered his sai with a grunt.

"They always know when to leave." Mikey twirled his nunchucks once before hooking them back onto his belt. "I was just starting to have fun." Donnie's drone drifted lazily back into his hand, its battery nearly depleted. "...I think we got everything."

Leo slowly slid his katanas into their sheaths.

His eyes immediately searched the room.

Konami stood near the terminal where she'd recovered the emerald crystal drive. She tucked it safely into a pouch on her belt.

Fawn finished securing the last few crystal drives inside her satchel. Vikki was...

"...Are you stealing a chair?" Everyone looked toward her. She had somehow found a small rolling office chair and was attempting to drag it toward the exit. Vikki looked back at them. "What? It's got wheels."

Konami didn't even look up. "Leave it." Vikki huffed dramatically. "...Fine." She sighed before letting it roll away."There goes my new chair." Fawn couldn't hide a small laugh. The three women gathered near the shattered opening in the ceiling where the lightning had first entered.

Without another word... They started walking.

Leo stepped forward. "Wait." The women stopped, only for a moment. Konami's shoulders stiffened slightly, she didn't turn around. The room became quiet again.

Leo opened his mouth. Then stopped.

What was he supposed to ask?

Who are you?

What happened to Emiko?

Why are the Kraang hunting you?

What was on that crystal drive?

A hundred questions raced through his mind. None of them felt like the right one.

He simply said, "We're not your enemies."

For several long seconds...silence.

Then Konami spoke. Her voice was calm and measured, almost tired. She tilted her head ever so slightly. "...find someone else to chase." A cold wind swept through the broken ceiling as dark clouds rolled overhead, blue electricity danced between them. Fawn offered the turtles one last gentle glance. A silent apology. Vikki lifted two fingers in an easy wave. "See ya, turtle dudes." Konami never looked back. Lightning exploded across the opening.

CRACK!

The blinding flash swallowed all three women. When the light faded... They were gone. Only drifting smoke and the faint scent of ozone remained. For several moments...

No one spoke. Finally, Mikey broke the silence. "...Sooo..." He looked toward the hole in the ceiling with a grin stretching across his face. "...Anybody else think they were totally awesome?" Raphael snorted.

"...Little bit." He grinned. "A little bit?" Mikey laughed. "Dude! Did you see the bear?!" Raphael smirked. "And I'm not saying I'd like to spar with her...But I'd definitely like to spar with her." Mikey smiled big thinking about fighting a bear.

Donnie looked down at the scanner still glowing in his hands. The three mysterious energy signatures were already speeding away across the city. For the first time since he'd built the tracker... He smiled. "At least now we know who we've been chasing."

Leo never looked away from the empty sky above. His thoughts lingered on the woman who had crashed into their lives like a thunderstorm... Only to disappear just as quickly. After a long silence, he spoke quietly. "...Not yet." Because despite everything they'd seen... The mystery wasn't over. It had only just begun.

[immedealwithit9855]

Gettin' Schooled

Chapter 4

Summary: You can hardly explain what happened to you last night when Leonardo dropped you off at home. Did he really say that to you? Beautiful? Inspiring? No dude in the hood says stuff like that to a woman unless he wants what's between her legs. Yet, Leo isn't from the hood. While you're figuring it out, he too is trying to figure it out.

Chapter 5

He was in and out of sleep all night. He went straight back to Aunt Vees place, went to the basement and called it a night. Pondering. Questioning himself on what he said to you.

'The shell was that , Leo?' He thought,'The girl hates me to bits. What made that come out all of a sudden? We have a situation that needs to be addressed. Can't afford to be distracted by some street performer with a mouth and issues I don't have time for. Although, it kinda felt good stumping her. Her smile.....was....'

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of pool balls cracking together.

"Nice shot. Now it's my turn." Raph grunted, focusing on taking his shot on the pool table.

"Give it up, Raph. I got this in the bag." Mikey sassed, making silly noises to try to distract him.

Donnie was on his hologram screen, sending messages to April on their current location. Giving her the coordinates to their truck and sharing updates on their situation. April was amazed that they encounter a few people in that area that are so accepting.

Especially Aunt Vee.

Leo turns on his mat to see Raph and Mikey doing their thing on the pool table and Donnie going over police scanners though his tablet.

"This place is cozy. Still processing how this lady is so chill about all this. Kinda creeps me out."

Donnie scoffs,"Not only that, shes friend with Commish! What are the odds?"

Leo was content, knowing his allies are back in Manhattan and wouldn't be fair to have them make back and forth trips to check on them. One thing he made sure to make clear to you was that he would end this gang's reign before it starts,"We have 3 places to go to while we're here. The main one is the abandoned building where the truck is parked. What do we do first?" He asked Donnie.

The basement door opens, the turtles pause what they're doing, swiftly finding a spot out of view. The footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs along with the strong aroma of cinnamon and apples.

"Ya'll can come out. It's daytime, ain't nobody comin' down here but me." Aunt Vee makes clear in a firm voice.

"We do hair in the afternoon so the upper level is yours to roam about until then. Just hope you're okay with me babysitting the babies." She announced, letting them know that Splinter is awake and waiting in the kitchen for them.

"Bring em on. I think kids are cute with their curiosities. Their funny faces. The questions." Mikey kept going on and on about kids, Aunt Vee motioned for them to follow her upstairs. Donnie cringed at the questions, meanwhile Raph and Leo wondered the age of these children.

"How old are these kids anyway?"

"They crawlers. They ain't talkin' yet. You good." She repiled.

"Really, ma'am. Your generosity is too much. If theres any way we can repay you...." Now it was Leo's turn to rattle off. She turned around quicker than he was prepared for, gently placing her hand on his cheek. His brothers caught this wondering what kind of cop she was.

"Boy stop with this 'ma'am.' I ain't that old!" She made clear while still being gentle,"The way you can repay me is shewing those punks outta this neighborhood." Leo looks her in the eyes, sensing a familiarity in her demeanor.

'So far, she is the second female who doesn't like to be referred to as 'ma'am.' He watched as she carefully retracted her hand, coaxing them all to take a seat in the kitchen.

"Your basement is so awesome. I can stay there forever. So much room. A pool table. A fully functional bathroom. You got it goin' on, Ms. Vee!" Mikey cheered, drawing a smile from the woman.

"Why thank you. Not sure what your place looked like but while your here, come and go as you please."

'Trust us, lady. Ya don't wanna know where we used to live.' Raph thought, unsure of why hes keeping his thoughts to himself.

She offers them all breakfast as her daughters come to the kitchen. They eyed the turtles hard, not of caution, but of respect.

"It was a little late for introductions last night. What are your names?" Tyreeka asked, leaning against the wall. Now Donnie was starting to get taken aback by the sudden acceptance. Only for a few seconds did he wish they'd just scream at them. It's what they were used to.

"I'm Leonardo. That's Raphael. Hes Michelangelo. This is Donatello. And this is our father Master Splinter." Leo beat Mikey to the punch. Monet smiled.

"It's good to know you all. We'll be going to the stores and making runs for stuff. So if theres anything you need, please let us know. No joke, just holler, okay?" She offered, the turtles nodded. Trudy nodded her approval.

"Keep in mind, just about everything is word of mouth around here. So if something is goin' down, you'll hear about it from the top level during our salon hours. 2 places to collect the most information or juicy gossip, are salons and barbershops." Trudy reminded them, Leo gave a nod.

"Good to know. That's beneficial since we'll be closer to the situation." Raph wasn't really buying this whole 'We're all cool' vibe as he started questioning the ladies.

"How do we know we can trust ya?" Raph blurted out.

Mikey shoved his shoulder,"Dude, quit bein' rude. They offered us free room and board."

Trudy chuckled,"A cautious tough guy." She says,"I like that. I can imagine where you're from, many ain't really allowed to know about you, right?"

"That is correct." Donnie jumped,"You'll have to excuse him. Hes not used to....."

"Being accepted, rather than dissected?" Tyreeka teased, Aunt Vee gave her a look.

'Yup, that ones for sure Mikey's.' Raph thought, cringing at how corny that was.

"Uhm. When you put it that way, yes."

Aunt Vee began,"Don't worry about it. Ya'll's secret is safe with us. Ain't nobody round here gon mess with you. They gotta get through me first!" She warned, Donnie and Mikey gulped. "While you here, I need to lay down some rules."

"Understandable." Splinter spoke.

There was a knock on the door. The turtles stilled themselves as Vivian went to check who it is.

"Hey girl. You're early?"

The turtles and Splinter were around the corner completely out of view from the front door. Hearing the exchange.

'It's her again.'

"Yes, indeed! Also, I just went to the hair store and bought you some more clips and bobby pins. Wanted to help you out since you mentioned before you were running short." She smiled, cupping your cheek.

"Thank you, honey. I appreciate that. Come on in, have some breakfast."

You knew that was a bad idea. Leonardo's compliments kept you up half the night, facing him now had you flustered,"Thanks, Aunt Vee but I don't think...."

She made a 'shut your your mouth' gesture,"Food Pantry ain't til later and so is that fools basketball practice. Stay a while. I insist." The look in her eye said it all as you casually entered and closed the door.

She always made it a point to verbalize how much she dislikes your boyfriend. You really need to start listening to the voices telling you to kick this dude to the curb before he hurts you even more.

Upon entering the kitchen, your eyes met his. Those charming cerebral eyes that you started to get lost in. 'Stop looking at me! If you don't stop........'

"We gotta stop meeting like this, Turtle Dove." Mikey broke the spell with his morning compliment, you giggle.

"Ya'll are probably busy. Tryna figure out this gang stuff." You sounded nervous, Leo caught that.

Aunt Vee entered the kitchen, giving you some bacon and eggs, coaxing you to sit down so she can check your hair. You just wished it wasn't right next to Leonardo. You would've settled with Mikey. Maybe even Donnie.

"I was just about to go over the rules. May as well get comfy." She says, checking your ends and scalp. Trudy, Monet, and Tyreeka sat at the table eating their breakfast, smirking at what's to come. "Rule 1: Stay outta my bedroom! The last door upstairs on the right. I don't wanna catch none of ya'll in it." She declares, pointing at the turtles.

"Simple. Leonardo here is the same way with his personal space." Raph teases, shoving Leo's shoulder. Splinter encouraged her to continue.

"Rule 2 ya'll better not have an issue with: Don't be havin' brawls in this house!" She went over how in the past dudes would come to her place and start fights and chaos in her house, over the most baseless things, resulting in her laying down the law, traumatizing those troublemakers. Further explaining she has enough teens and toddlers rough housing in and out of her house.

"What happened to them?" Mikey eked out.

The girls cleared their throats. All Aunt Vee had to do was stare at him, unmoved. Emotionless. He saw the fire in her eyes. The seriousness of what she may have done. She did not speak, she didn't have to. Then Monet spoke up.

"To this day, we still don't know where those punks are. I'll leave it at that." She finished her breakfast, offering Splinter a cup of warm milk. The turtles truly questioned what this woman is capable of. Even you. She looked both Raph and Leo in the eyes, hard.

"I can tell the 2 of you be havin' tiffs." She pointed out, stunning them,"Theres a difference between rough housing and brawling. And ya''ll are crazy huge with them shells. Scratchin' up my floors and walls. That's a no no! If ya gonna fight, TAKE IT OUTSIDE!" She talked to them like she studied them the entire time. There may be a lot of room to house half a squad, but that don't mean they should treat it like a battlefield.

"Understood." They replied. She smoothed your hair down, fluffing out the braids. You silently giggled to yourself at the image of Leo and his brothers fighting. Leo glanced at you for a second then directed his attention back to Aunt Vee.

'Raph and I don't fight that much.' He was trying to hard to not admire your beauty. It wasn't working.

'This woman talks like she knows us. Kinda ticks me off. Kinda like her attitude a little.'

"Rule 3: Don't lemme catch ya in my fridge! I get enough ankle biters goin' through my fridge, eatin' my food, my snacks, drinkin' my milk, and diggin' in my freezer!" She rambled on that there is a freezer chest and a fridge in the basement they can use and if they need anything, just to ask her or her daughters.

"That shouldn't be a problem since the basement was freshly revamped with the works, to which I applaud the hard work that went into it." Donnie stated.

Her daughters announced they had to run a few errands, promising to come back to do meal preps. Giving the turtles their cell phone numbers in case they need to get in contact with them if they need anything, including information. The turtles thank them, with Mikey and Tyreeka sharing a look.

Aunt Vee squinted her eyes, tapping her toes, getting Mikey's attention,"Bonus Rule....." She puts her hands on her hips,"Since ya'll are grown men with a lifetime supply of energy and 'libido', don't lemme catch none of ya'll gettin' fresh with my girls in my house!"

That rule made your cheeks hot as you felt awkward sitting next to Leonardo. Donnie nearly blow milk out of his nose. Mikey swallowed his cereal upon recalling the last rule, the look in her eyes made him feel like he was being sucked into a world he could never comprehend.

'Sounds like something Raph or Mikey would do.'

'Am I in a house with a crazy lady? A deadly one? Or both?'

'I don't even want to think about how many guys have broken that rule. If the guy even made it pass the threshold.'

"I see the looks on ya faces. I told ya, there were many stories that came into this house." She went on to explain that men around here only want one thing. The one and only thing both male and female can afford to do these days. "It's all fun and games until the girls drop the bomb on ya that shes knocked up! Then shes comin' to my house askin' me to watch the baby while the deadbeat man skipped town. Gettin' another girl pregnant!"

This disgusted the turtles. Coming to the conclusion that Aunt Vee has seen so much crap happening, wondering what else happened within these walls. If they even wanted to know at all. They started to feel embarrassed due to her not holding that rule back from Splinter. This was nothing like Manhattan, the Bronx has more issues than they thought.

'My gosh, I feel the history just being here.'

"I can assure you there won't be any of that. Will there?" Splinter speaks, looking at his sons.

"Absolutely not!"

"Not from me!"

"No, ma'am. I mean, Ms. Vivian." Donnie corrected himself, Aunt Vee nodded.

"Very good." She whispered.

"That's wrong. Dudes around here don't know what accountability means?" Mikey questioned, Vivian sighed.

"HoneyBun, accountability is foreign to the poorly raised and unwise. Those are my most constant cases that come into this house: Mothers struggling to take care of their babies, because men don't wanna step up!"

A babies cry rang out in the hallway, making Splinter's ears twitch and the turtles stiffen.

"Y/N, dear. Can you take that one for me?" She asked politely, you smiled.

"Yes, Aunt Vivian." You stood up, excusing yourself from the table to tend to the baby.

"Ooohh, a baby!!! I wanna meet em!" Mikey announced, following you.

Aunt Vee had a thought as she watched Mikey scurry up the hallway,'That ones gonna lower my blood pressure. He may be my favorite too.'

Vivian faced the turtles and Splinter,"I try to keep it as simple as possible. It's been so crazy around here that some of my customers come around whenever they feel safe. A few of them have guns of their own for protection." She admitted, the turtles sigh,"The rules are set, follow them and we'll be good....." She knocks on her counter.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Ya feel me knockin', ya'll?"

The turtles nod,"Yes."

"Well lemme in!" She smiles, winking at Master Splinter.

"We'll be keeping an eye out for activity." Leo spoke.

"Thanks again. I'm gonna contact Becca, let her know whats goin' on. Feel free to roam about the house. I have a computer, but it's all jacked up. Viruses galore. Runs slower than my twin brother. It's trash, I need a new one soon." This piqued Donnie's interest.

"May I have a look at it?" He offered, Aunt Vee shrugged.

"Knock yourself out. I lost hope in it." She lead him to her computer room to check on the computer.

Raph and Leo separate to check out the house. Raph coming across a few knick knacks, a few of them were turtles. Nodding his approval when he seen pictures of her in police uniform.

Leonardo wandered the house slowly. Getting to know the woman whose helping them. Mikey came out of a room holding a baby in his arms.

"Sup Leo, this is probably my favorite room in the house! Look at this little princess!" He turns the child to face Leo. Her eyes were open faintly, she giggled.

'She smiled at me! I'm not sure I can handle being in this area.' Shaking himself out the cuteness of this infant human child, he responds."You haven't even been to all the rooms yet, Mikey."

Then you came out of the room with a baby boy in your arms, giddy, full of life. Mikey went back into the small nursery to lay the baby girl back in her crib, making funny faces to make her laugh. Leo was greeted to a small nursery room with 4 cribs, only 2 babies resided in them. To which both you and Mikey were tending to.

"Gotta say, Leonardo. Your brother seems to know kids." You complimented. The baby boy looking at Leonardo with a blank look on his face. Leo finally caved, allowing the child to take his digit. You watched as the baby took his meaty digit, Leo shaking it gently. The boy smiles and laughs, squeezing his finger tight.

"Kids got a grip on him. I respect that. Is this a job for you?" He says as he pats the boy's head.

"You can say that. Aunt Vee pays me under the table to watch the babies. She pays extra for enduring the teen crowd."

"Interesting. You're good with kids, huh?"

You cheeks started heating up again,'I've been around so many, that I picked up on a few things."

Leo's heart warmed at how passionate you are to watch over someone's else kids. Though you didn't have your own, he saw how caring and loving you are as you cuddled the child. Every time he encounters you, something new is revealed about you besides the fiery woman he saved the night of your flash mob performance.

"You have a caring heart, Y/N."

There he goes again with his kind nature and surprisingly deep and alluring voice, that you all of a sudden want to hear more of.

'What is this? Is he laced with some sort of love potion #55 or somethin?' He seriously needs to get the heck away from me right now! Quickly!' You were mentally pushing him away as he was doing to you.

'Shes holding a child, of course I have to say something nice. This woman being around feels like torture. Why does she keep showing up in my head? Her face is even interfering with my meditations!'

It got awkward again as you and him stood there looking at one another, while your holding a baby in your arms. His compliment kept echoing in your head.

"Y/N, I ......" His words are cut short by Aunt Vees squeals coming from the computer room.

The baby boy jolted at the shrieks as you massaged his back as Leo went to check on Aunt Vee. She was just amazed that Donnie fixed her busted up computer. She pats her chest, exhaling.

"If only you knew how much money you just saved me." She says, thanking Donnie.

"It was a nasty virus, but a really good computer. All I had to do is....." He started rambling on about resetting the computer, rebooting, installing a new software so the system ran beter. Aunt Vee just pet his head, understanding he likes computers, welcoming him to use it as much as he needs. She turns and asks you to help prepare lunches for the other kids. Raph turns to Aunt Vee.

"How many kids be comin' through here?" He wondered.

She snickers,"A handful. Kids between toddlers and teens be comin' over here to spend time, get some lunch for school, do they homework. And so on. Some sleep over because being at home is too stressful for them"

You help her prepare a line of different sandwiches, fruit cups, whole fruits, drinks, and some veggies. The kids come in, before or after school, choose their items (because kids are super picky) bag it up and take it for free. Whatever was left over, was stored in the fridge or freezer for next time.

Mikey and Splinter volunteered themselves to help. Aunt Vee wasn't bothered as long as they washed their hands. Donnie was going over the police scanners with Leo and Raph. Leo would get a glimpse of you working the kitchen. You knew your way around like it was your own. You were precise and consider of each meal you prepped. The smile you had on your face had him seeing you in a different light. When you looked back at him, he averted your gaze so not to appear creepy.

Mikey was having too much fun with it as he went through the line like a conveyor belt. After a while, Aunt Vee's daughter returned to see the food is prepped and the turtles getting cozy.

Monet was surprised with the amount of food prepped. Her and her sisters were ready to knock it out of the park only to have it done by you, Splinter, Mikey, and Aunt Vee. Tyreeka walked over to Mikey.

"Wow, Ya'll did all this? Wanna job?" She offered.

"No cash in the world will ever satisfy me as much as those beautiful eyes you have." He complimented, Tyreeka covered her mouth. Monet shook her head, questioning Leonardo.

"How many girls has he said that to?" Leo chuckled.

"Believe it or not, not many. It's not like we have an influx of women wanting to talk to us much less be around us." He responded. Monet gave them a warning.

"Then it's best ya'll stay away during salon hours. If you came up to the shop, you will not survive." The turtles were confused as to what that means.

"Care to explain the meaning. We don't really understand what that has to do with us." Donnie eked out, sounding like the typical nerd.

'He just fixed Aunt Vees raggedy computer and doesn't see the obvious?'

The ladies start giggling. Tyreeka happily answered,"Men around here are tired and boring. Ladies see you, they see a meal. A prize. Don't even matter what you are, they see them biceps, those thighs, all that junk in the trunk...." Aunt Vee hissed at her daughter.

"Too Early!"

Monet finished for her as shes putting the food away,"Shes saying take another look in the mirror and you'll see why women would tear you apart."

"Thanks for the warning. I think we'll keep most of our activities downstairs." Leo finished. Aunt Vee directed her mug at MIkey.

"Don't think I didn't hear what ya said, Smiley! Have you forgotten the rule, Michelangelo?"

Took Mikey as few seconds before it clicked,"Sorry Aunt Vee. Just bein' friendly."

Aunt Vee let it slide for now. Trudy changed the subject.

"The kids will be here any minute to collect they food, I got some deets to share with ya'll. Come to the basement." She suggested, motioning the turtles and Splinter to the basement. The babies started crying again so Monet and Tyreeka went to check on them, while you and Aunt Vee waited for the kids to arrive.

When the door was shut and locked, Trudy started spilling the tea about how people at the supermarket and a few areas of the neighborhood have been whispering about more gang members moving into the city. The locals are worried they may start something at the block party. She went ahead and shared how people are spreading rumors of the gang's leader hiding somewhere.

"Unfortunately we can't go off of rumors." Donnie made clear, she nodded.

"I get it. It's mostly old folks talk, but sometimes those rumors have been confirmed to be true. It gets more weird, maybe something that will be of better interest to all of you."

The turtles listen as she shared how a few nights ago she was walking home when she heard a strange sound up the alleyway. She went to investigate only to be met by an odd looking creature. It was too dim to get a good description, but whatever or whoever it was, it was not human!

"We are familiar with a few non-humans. Can you give us the location of where you last seen this creature?" Donnie asked, Trudy willingly gave the location.

As they talked more about the area and upcoming events, the sound of children chattering and walking around above their heads started to catch their attention. The many questions and the sound of paper bags being grabbed for lunches.

"Very active in the morning, yes?" Splinter asked.

"You have no idea." She responds, a shush sound comes from you as you speak to the kids coming into the house.

"Try to tone it down, okay ya'll? The babies sleeping."

The noise dropped down a few levels as the kids continued to gather their food and leave. Leo felt a sharp sensation in his chest just from hearing your voice. Stronger than what he felt when he heard you reciting that poem at the junkyard.

'Stop! Just stop!' He started willing himself to get you out of his mind, wondering if the stress of being away from home was messing with his mental state.

"When it gets darker, we can begin investigating the area. Who knows, we may find out something about this creature." Donnie further explains that he has to do most of his work from the truck which may require him to be away from the team in order to relay information and locations of the areas in question.

"Yo Leo. Ya fallin' asleep ova there? Thought Mikey was supposed to be the most distracted?" Raph meddled.

Leo dismissed his brothers taunting,"When the sun goes down, we leave."

Things start to settled down above their heads,"Thank, Ms. Trudy. Every bit of details help."

She gently places her hand on his shoulder,"Call me Trudy." She politely says.

You come down the stairs after the lunch rush to inform the them you will be leaving for the food pantry soon. Splinter nodded his approval. Leo had his shell turned towards you, he didn't say a word as you spoke to the others. Mikey found that rude and unusual behavior from his more mature brother.

"Afterwards, I gotta go to my boyfriend's basketball game. Ugh."

Leo didn't react, but his mind did,'Boyfriend.....' Yet, he had no right to react. It wasn't his business. It never was.

You went back upstairs to make your exit. Your footsteps fading with each step.

Trudy just shook her head,"If I see that punk again, Imma rip his face clean off and not be sorry for it!" She hissed.

"Graphic much. Do tell of this 'punk." Mikey's wondered, Leo wishing he'd stop asking so many questions.

"Not really my story to tell, but I will say this...." She says as she makes her way to the stairs,"She deserves better than that!"

She makes her way up the stairs, leaving the turtles. All of them but Splinter already knew of your boyfriend but the way Trudy wanted to harm him, spoke volumes.

"I wanna kill em' now." Raph growled.

"None of our business!" Leo finally spoke,"We didn't come here for drama, we're here because we have a job to do. Nothing more."

His tone of voice was firm, yet Splinter saw passed it, sensing something else. Choosing to address him at a later time.

The whispers at the food pantry increased in volume. You try not to engage in conversation for hopes it will end soon. Theres enough issues going on around here without The Turks coming here making it worse. You occasionally looked out the doors to see the day shifting. Darker and darker.

When your time at the pantry was done, you went straight to your boyfriend's basketball game. One the very few things that keep this area at bay.

You sit in the rafters, watching the players come out. Ready for their big game. Your man swore up and down that hes gonna make it. You didn't wanna say it to his face but hes just not it for the game.

Everyone was hype, referees talking to both teams, cheerleaders shaking their behinds like strippers instead of dancers. The scene was alright but not a form of inspiration you needed.

You saw him, egging the crowd, you waved at him, he didn't wave back. Whatever. The game began. Players going back and forth, exchanging the ball, making passes, trick shots, pushing each other out of bounds. You had a smile on and clapped, but you weren't really clapping for the game. Nor were you clapping for your man. You were just there.

Typical joining the crowd's vibe. Going with the flow.

Your guy takes a shot. He lands it flawlessly. You cheered but it was just a front.

'What am I even doin' here?' You questioned, sitting back down to watch the game. You had a poetry competition to prep for. It was a month away but it was better to prepare ahead rather than taking in this overrated crowd.

You look up at the ceiling windows. An odd figure was looking down at the game. 'The heck is that.....' You pondered, then it was gone. It was either the turtles roaming around doing their jobs. Some hood punks trying to start something. It could be something else.

The game went to halftime. Gave you some time to see him before the game started back up again. You get to his section, hes putting the moves on one of the cheerleaders. Not knowing you were a few feet away as you watched him kiss her like hes known her all his life. When they separate, that's when he finally chose to turn around and noticed you were watching.

He walks towards you,"Hey baby. You here. I'm so glad you came." He kisses your cheek, you wanted to throw up.

"I just came to wish you luck. Didn't plan on staying long." You reminded him. You go to leave only for him to gently grab your wrist.

"Come on, Babe. I got one of those scouts here overlooking the game. I want you to here."

He sounded so ridiculous. He knows hes been caught, he was also confident you would come back. He was never good at hiding his wrongs, now this was the final straw. You gently slithered your wrist from his hand.

"Nah. You don't want me here. In fact, you never wanted me. Nor needed me. You got this in the bag without me. Look sharp, they watchin." That was your final word as you calmly left him. He didn't have time to plead his case. You made sure of that when they announced halftime was over.

By the time the game started, you were already a block away. You just wandered, aimlessly. Trying to figure out why you want people in your life who only want to hurt you.

You pulled out your phone, dialing your father. A few rings later, he answers.

He tells you that hes been called to go back to work. But, it will be at a different site. You weren't sure how to feel about that. He sensed your tone was wavering.

"What's wrong? I know that tone of voice." He asked, you took a deep breath and told him what happened. He was seething through the phone.

"You don't need men like that in your life. You're old enough to know you deserve better. Hes already banned from my house, ban him from your heart." He consoles you. You've heard this before but you kept taking him back because you believed he would change. He went on to say he was such a good boy when he was younger, now all of a sudden the hood along with this fantasy of getting rich and famous strung him out worse than your ex-friend next door.

"I think I'm done. Gettin' fed up with this game." You felt good saying that, you also felt something brewing from within, you looked up the street to see the street light brighten. You hung up the phone. Cars passing by providing a sense of security as you headed home.

A word comes to you. You begin to recite.

Caught the kiss and felt the shift No more tears, just let you drift. I know scars, but not the calm Gentle feels like a false alarm So I walk- no game, no plea, Can't spot real, but I know what's not for me!

Your father is waiting for you when you arrive. He didn't say much, he just embraced you, suggesting you get to bed. The idea of a shower was a waste to you. You weren't sad or hurt, you felt.....whatever.

Babysitting, leading a dance crew, volunteering at the food pantry, participating in poetry competitions and events was enough. Being in a relationship with someone you thought you'd grow old with, but keeps cheating on you, should be considered a load of stress taken off your shoulders.

"At least Aunt Vee, the people at the pantry, and the folks at the poetry events treat me better." You mumbled, stripping away your clothes, plopping onto your bed, not caring that you had a dirty body on clean sheets. Eyes glued to the ceiling, the faint breeze roaming your body barely making you shiver.

'Wonder what hes up to?' You caught that thought getting ticked off with yourself that his face is even in your head. Yet, the image of him won't go away.

The turtled scoped the city. Settling on the area Trudy saw the unknown creature.

"Look around, if you find anything, let me know." Leo ordered.

"Yeah, yeah. Like we don't know the drill by now! We ain't lil no more, bro!" Raph lashed.

"Can we focus here, please." Donnie complains, scanning the area. He picks up a few things,"Guys, whatever this is, has claws!" He points to the scratch marks left on the wall.

'What has claws? None of the enemies we faced has claws.'

They keep looking, then Mikey makes a surprising discovery of his own.

"Someone must have been throwing a tantrum because the concrete has seen better days." Leo check what Mikey came across to see a large foot print in the concrete.

"My scanners indicate this is no human. Interesting....." He bends down to collect what appears to be hair near the footprint,"We got some hair here.....it's colored, but it doesn't appear to come from a wig. Another hair sample too. Very rugged. Give me a minute and I'll do a thorough scan." He proceeds to study the hair sample while Raph, Leo, and Mikey wait patiently.

Mikey recalled Leo's demeanor the last time he saw you,"Meant to ask this earlier but forgot, but what's up with you and Ms. Dance Craze?"

Leo rolled his eyes,"What do you mean?"

"I mean why'd ya act that way towards her before she left Aunt Vees?" He questioned,"That was pretty cold, even more than usual."

Hes been trying to get you out of his head so he can focus more on the situation at hand. Mikey bringing you up did not help in the slightest.

"This is not the time or place to be having that discussion." He growled, not wanting to give any more space for the conversation,"Donnie, you done yet or what?"

"Got it. You won't believe who it is?" He says, annoyingly as he pulls up a photo of one of their old foes.

"Great, Pork Rinds is out and in the Bronx!" Raph grunted.

"Bebop!" Leo muttered,"What's he doing in the Bronx?"

"Yeah. And if hes out than that means RockSteady is out too!" Mikey jumped in.

Donnie did a scan of the other hair sample,"There is a possibility that RockSteady is with him too. However, this hair sample isn't RockSteady's or BeBops. It's canine fur."

"We ain't no animal shelter, Donnie. It's just BeBop and RockSteady."

"How do you explain the claw marks?" Donnie questioned,"Neither BeBop or RockSteady have claws."

Screams were heard a few blocks away. They went on the move, running as quickly and silently as they can to reach the source of the sound. They come upon 5 gang members about to jump a dude in the alleyway. The guy begged them to leave him be when one pulls out a gun and points it at his head, demanding he pays up.

Raph pulls out his sai, tossing it directly at the gun, knocking it out of the member's hand. The thugs turned towards the turtles, their masks hiding their faces. What shocked them all the most as they closed in on the thugs, was that they looked like kids. Teenagers.

"Think ya tough shakin' people down like trees? Why don't ya try that with somebody my size!" He challenged, the thugs backed away.

"Great, theres more of em!" One thug spat, giving the dude they held up a chance to run away.

"Yeah, ain't 3 enough?" One blurted out, his colleagues shushing him.

"3?" Leo questioned,"We're familiar with 2 but not 3."

"Tell us about the 3rd." Donnie demanded.

The 4 punks that still had guns whipped them out but were immediately disarmed and given a warning by Mikey.

"I really wouldn't go there if I were you. Tell us what you know and maybe my brother will go easy on you." Mikey pointed at Raph as he retrieved his sai, cracking his knuckles. "Or not."

The punks didn't appear to be afraid nor fazed.

"We ain't tellin' you spit! We the Turks and we runnin' this town now. Best believe the bosses are finna hear bout dis soon. Yinz are so dead."

"Who are your bosses? Tell us!" Leo barked.

The boys refused to cooperate and give any names, getting smart with the turtles telling they're meddling in places that aren't meant to be meddled in. Bragging how The Turks will become more lethal than the Purple Dragons ever were. Telling the turtles to get out of town while they can.

"We ain't goin' nowhere. As for ya bosses, tell em theres a new sheriff in town!" Raph dished it back.

"The police have been informed." Donnie reminds them, the punks start laughing.

"Police ain't gon do nothin! They didn't before, they ain't doin' nothin' now!" The punk spat, adding how they're not saying nothing to the police nor the turtles.

That's when Leo withdrawn some rope and with the help of Donnie, captured the boys, tied them up and placed them within view for the police to collect.

"We have our ways of finding out the truth. So in case the police let you go, tell your bosses that they need to watch their backs!" Leo warned climbing the walls to the top of the building.

"Yeah. Because we'll be comin' for em!" Raph finished, him, Donnie, and Mikey scaling the walls leaving the punks to their punishment.

The question did linger within the minds of the turtles as it was decided they may need to pull an all-nighter.

"If it's RockSteady and BeBop, who is the 3rd?"

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TMNT: Echo’s Of Kraang

Chapter 4- Storms Warning

The old bio-research facility sat forgotten beneath the ruins of a condemned hospital on the outskirts of Manhattan. From street level, nothing about the crumbling building stood out. Its windows were boarded shut, ivy crawled across cracked brick walls, and faded caution signs warned anyone curious enough to stay away. Exactly the kind of place the Kraang would've chosen. Four shadows landed silently on the rooftop.

Donnie studied the glowing display strapped to his forearm before looking toward the others. "This is it." Raphael scanned the quiet street below. "You sure?" Donnie turned the display so everyone could see it.

The blue dot that had haunted him for days pulsed steadily. "I'm positive." Mikey leaned over his shoulder."So...No chance we're chasing another ghost right?" Donnie allowed himself a small smile. "No. The signal stops here. They should be here." For the first time since this investigation had begun... Hope flickered across all four faces.

Leo looked toward the abandoned hospital.

"We beat them." It wasn't said with arrogance, just quiet satisfaction. After days of arriving too late, after following scorched walls, broken laboratories, and trails that always ended in silence... They had finally gotten ahead. Leo reached for the rooftop access door. "Let's keep it that way."

The forgotten corridors beneath the hospital were surprisingly intact. Emergency lights flickered weakly overhead, casting long shadows across polished concrete floors.

Dust coated every surface. Nothing appeared disturbed. No claw marks or shattered glass. No vines bursting through concrete. No scorched marks to be seen. Everything was...

Untouched. Raphael glanced toward Leo.

"I don't like it." Leo nodded. "Neither do I."

The elevator shaft leading underground still functioned, though barely. After several loud groans, the platform descended into darkness. When the doors finally opened, the brothers stepped into another hidden Kraang facility. Unlike every laboratory they'd investigated before... This one looked exactly as it had been left years ago. Containment chambers remained sealed. Computer terminals still stood in neat rows. Alien machinery hummed softly beneath layers of dust. Nothing had been destroyed. Donnie looked around in amazement. "We've never made it before them." Leo took one slow look around the room before shifting into command mode. "Same assignments."

Nobody questioned him. Raphael spun one of his sais before slipping into the western corridor. "I'll cover the perimeter." Raphael growled. "Mikey." Without looking away from the room, Leo continued. "The roof." Mikey nodded. "You got it." Mikey flashed a grin before disappearing toward a maintenance ladder. "Donnie." He didn't need to finish. "I'm staying with the signal. I'm also going to check the untouched compartments and get the information they'll be looking for." Leo nodded once.

"I'll search the interior." Within seconds... The laboratory emptied.

Leo moved carefully between rows of dormant Kraang technology. His footsteps echoed softly through the enormous chamber. Every doorway and hallway, every storage room and closet, empty. He checked another corridor. Nothing. Not even footprints. Whoever, or whatever, they were tracking... Hadn't arrived yet.

Outside, Raphael circled the facility's perimeter. The surrounding woods were unnaturally still. Even the wind seemed reluctant to move. His grip tightened around his sais. Something about the silence felt...Wrong.

Several stories above, Mikey lay flat across the rooftop, lazily watching clouds drift overhead. He sighed dramatically into the communicator. "Just so everyone's aware...I'm officially bored." Raphael's voice answered almost immediately. "It's been six minutes." Mikey sighed again. "It feels like forty." Leo couldn't help smiling. "You'll survive." Donnie's voice cut in before Mikey could continue. "The signal's still here."

Everyone's expressions sharpened. Leo stopped walking. "Any movement?" Leo asked. "No." Donnie responded.

"Energy levels?"

"Stable."

Raphael frowned. "What does that mean?"

Donnie studied the scanner again. "It means whoever's producing this energy... Hasn't left the area." Silence returned. Leo glanced toward another dark hallway. "How close are they?" Donnie didn't answer right away. He adjusted the scanner. Ran another diagnostic. Checked it again. When he finally spoke... His voice was quieter than before.

"...Very."

The word hung in the silence. Not somewhere across the city. Not another borough. Not another abandoned warehouse.

Here. Somewhere inside, or around, the facility. Mikey's joking tone vanished.

"You think they know we're here?" Nobody answered. The only sound came from the low hum of ancient Kraang machinery.

Then... A single light overhead flickered.

Once. Twice. Then steadied again. Donnie slowly looked up from his scanner. "...That's new." The silence suddenly felt much heavier. Whatever they had been chasing... It was closer than ever before.

꧁֍֍꧂

The silence lasted only a few more minutes.

Then Mikey's voice crackled through the communicators. "...Uh, guys?" Every turtle froze. "I've got movement." Leo immediately reached for one of his katanas. "Direction?" Mikey responded immediately. "South entrance. Multiple contacts." Donnie's scanner chimed again. The blue signal remained steady. "They're still close."

Leo wasted no time. "Everyone inside."

Within seconds, Raphael slipped back through the western corridor while Mikey dropped silently from the rooftop access ladder. The four brothers regrouped inside the main laboratory. Weapons drawn.

A loud metallic groan echoed through the facility. The reinforced blast doors at the far end of the chamber slowly began to separate.

Ancient gears screamed against one another.

Donnie's eyes narrowed. "Those doors shouldn't have power...Unless..." The opening widened. A moment later... Metal footsteps echoed through the laboratory.

One.

Then another.

Then dozens.

Rows of Kraang Droids marched through the doorway with perfect synchronization.

Behind them came two towering Kraang Walkers, their heavy mechanical legs shaking the floor with every step. A larger transport hovered through the entrance, its glowing engines casting eerie purple light across the room. Raphael frowned. "I thought these places were abandoned." Leo kept a steady crouch "So did I," he replied quietly.

The turtles quickly disappeared behind a row of inactive containment chambers as the Kraang spread throughout the facility.

The Kraang Droids formed a defensive perimeter while several smaller robotic units began scanning nearby computer terminals.

The familiar mechanical voices echoed through the room.

"Kraang confirms arrival at designated recovery site." One droid said.

"Kraang initiates recovery protocol." Said another.

"Kraang objective remains unchanged." Another Kraang responded immediately. "Primary objective. Locate Subject B12."

"Locate Subject E22."

"Locate Subject P38."

Behind cover, Mikey leaned toward Donnie and whispered. "...Subjects?" Donnie slowly shook his head, never taking his eyes off the Kraang. "I don't know." His fingers quietly activated the recorder built into his wrist computer. Every word was captured. The Kraang continued without pause. "Subject B12 remains non-compliant. Subject E22 remains non-compliant. Subject P38 remains non-compliant. Kraang confirms repeated interference from Subjects." One droid stated.

"Kraang operations continue experiencing unacceptable losses." Another Kraang stepped toward one of the functioning computer terminals.

"Detection of radiation signature from Subject E22 remains within operational vicinity of Kraang." A nearby Kraang immediately answered.

"Detection of energy source from Subject P38 confirmed by Kraang." Another terminal flickered. Then one final report appeared. "Kraang detects atmospheric energy consistent with Subject B12." Raphael slowly looked toward Donnie. "They're tracking... people."

Donnie didn't answer. He was too busy recording every word. One Kraang inserted a data crystal into the terminal. The monitor illuminated with streams of alien symbols.

"Kraang predicts Subject B12 seeks archived research. Kraang predicts Subjects will return." Leo's eyes narrowed. "They've been expecting them..." A nearby Kraang turned toward the transport. "Kraang requests authorization." Several seconds passed before another voice answered from within the hovering craft. "Recovery of Subjects authorized." The facility fell silent.

Without hesitation... Another voice echoed through the chamber. "Termination authorized if recovery proves impossible by Kraang." Even the humming machinery suddenly seemed louder. Mikey stared at Leo. "...Recovery?" Raphael's grip tightened around his sai. "They're not talking about enemies." Donnie slowly lowered his recorder. His voice barely rose above a whisper. "They're talking about escaped experiments." Every destroyed laboratory, every missing storage drive, every claw mark, and scorched wall, all the vines... Everything suddenly meant something different. They weren't hunting a new enemy. They were following the trail of three fugitives the Kraang desperately wanted back, and judging by the size of the force assembled inside the laboratory... The Kraang were expecting those fugitives to arrive at any moment.

꧁֍֍꧂

The Kraang wasted no time. Half of the Kraang Droids spread throughout the laboratory, scanning terminals and containment chambers with synchronized precision. The remaining units ignored the computers entirely. Instead, they marched toward the rear of the facility. Leo watched from behind the shattered containment pods. "...They're not searching the lab."

Donnie followed their movements across his scanner. "They're heading somewhere specific." The brothers silently shadowed the Kraang from a distance, careful to stay hidden behind massive support columns and abandoned machinery. The farther they traveled into the facility... The older it became. The polished laboratories gave way to reinforced concrete corridors. Heavy blast doors. Security checkpoints. Alien warning symbols lined the walls. The Kraang stopped before a massive circular vault door built directly into the bedrock.

It dwarfed everything around it. Purple energy pulsed faintly through ancient alien circuitry wrapped around its edges. Donnie's eyes widened. "...That's not a laboratory."

Raphael folded his arms. "Then what is it?"

Before Donnie could answer, mechanical arms extended from the hovering transport.

Several Kraang Droids connected strange crystalline devices to the vault. The entire chamber vibrated. "Kraang initiates archive recovery." One droid said. "Kraang accesses secured research vault."

"Kraang priority remains preservation of archived experimental records."

Leo frowned. "They're after information."

"The same information," Donnie whispered.

"They've been tearing apart every other facility looking for this." Mikey looked between the vault and the transport. "So the mystery group... They've been trying to beat the Kraang here." Donnie nodded slowly.

"I think this is what everyone's been searching for." The massive vault groaned.

Ancient locking mechanisms began turning for what was likely the first time in years.

BEEEEEEEEEP!

Donnie's scanner erupted with an ear-piercing alarm. Every turtle spun toward him. Donnie's face drained of color.

The energy readings climbing across the display rose so quickly they barely looked real. "What happened?" Raphael asked.

Donnie stared at the screen. The signal doubled. Then tripled. The scanner vibrated violently in his hands. His voice dropped to almost nothing. "...They're here." Leo immediately looked around the chamber.

"I don't see anybody." Donnie shook his head. "They're not inside." He enlarged the tracking display. Three brilliant energy signatures streaked across the map. Unbelievably fast. "They're outside."

His fingers raced across the controls.

"They're heading straight toward—" A metallic voice interrupted him. "Kraang detects unauthorized lifeforms." Every turtle froze. Several Kraang Droids slowly turned their heads. Red optics locked directly onto their hiding place. "Kraang confirms hostile presence." A droid stated. "Kraang eliminate interference."

"Oh, come on..." Mikey muttered. The first energy blast exploded against the containment pod beside them. Glass erupted through the hallway. Leo drew both katanas in one smooth motion. "We've lost the element of surprise!" Raphael charged first.

His sai slammed into a Kraang Droid, sending twisted metal crashing into another machine. Mikey vaulted over the debris, his nunchucks spinning into a blur as he knocked two more droids to the floor. Donnie ducked behind a console, throwing an EMP disc that erupted beneath a group of advancing machines, disabling them in a shower of sparks. Leo moved like flowing water through the center of the laboratory.

Every strike precise. Every movement deliberate. The Kraang pushed forward relentlessly. More Droids poured into the chamber. The Walkers activated. Purple cannons began charging.

The lights flickered. The entire facility dimmed. Raphael glanced toward the ceiling.

"...Donnie?" He questioned. "I didn't do that." Another flicker of lights. This time every monitor shut off for a split second before returning. Then... A low rumble echoed somewhere above. Not machinery or

collapsing concrete, but thunder.

Everyone stopped.

Even the Kraang.

Another rumble rolled across the sky. Impossible. They were deep beneath the city.

Leo slowly lowered one sword. "...Do you hear that?" A cold gust of wind swept through the underground corridors.

Papers scattered, dust spiraled through the air. The temperature dropped. Somewhere far above... Thunder cracked again. The Kraang Droids began speaking over one another.

"Kraang detects atmospheric anomaly."

"Atmospheric anomaly consistent with Subject B12."

"Kraang defensive protocol initiated."

Purple weapons immediately redirected toward the ceiling instead of the turtles.

Donnie looked down at his scanner one last time. The three energy signatures had reached the building. His heart skipped.

"They're here..." For one impossibly still moment... Nothing happened. But then...

A blinding blue-white flash exploded through the laboratory windows high above. The entire underground complex was illuminated as though daylight itself had burst through the concrete. Every shadow disappeared.

Every face turned toward the light.

BOOOOOOM!

[vixenharg0404]

TMNT: Echo’s Of Kraang

Chapter 3 - Someone Else Is Hunting

Three days later April called again, another abandoned building, another race across rooftops. The morning sun had only just begun creeping over New York's skyline, painting the glass towers in shades of orange and gold as four familiar figures sprinted across the city's buildings, only this time no one joked, April's call had come less than 10 minutes ago. According to her, another abandoned Kraang facility had been discovered beneath an old shipping warehouse on the west side. The brothers had never moved faster, Donnie checked the map projected across his wrist display as he ran. "One block." Leo nodded. "We're making good time." Raphael vaulted over an air-conditioning unit. "If whoever hit the last place is here... They're not leaving this time until we get some answers." Mikey tightened his grip around his nunchucks. "I kinda hope they are." Raphael glanced over. "You wanna let 'em get away numb-nut?" Mikey leaped to the next building over. "No." His expression grew unusually serious. "I wanna meet whoever can do... that." Truthfully, they all did.

Ahead, flashing police lights reflected against nearby buildings. April stood near an open loading dock, speaking with a detective before spotting the turtles approaching.

She waved them over immediately. "You got here fast." Leo landed beside her. "When did this happen?" He asked. "Maybe twenty minutes ago." Raphael frowned. "We should've beaten whoever did this." April's silence answered him before she spoke. "I don't think you did." She stepped aside.

The massive freight elevator leading underground had already been forced open.

Its reinforced steel doors were bent outward.

Just like the last one. Nobody said a word as they descended. The underground laboratory looked hauntingly familiar. Glass covered the floor, containment chambers lay shattered,

Alien machinery had been reduced to twisted metal and sparking wires, rows of computer terminals sat broken beyond repair. Donnie didn't even hesitate. He walked directly to the nearest console and removed the outer panel. Empty, everyone of them. He let out a quiet sigh. "...Storage drives are gone." Leo slowly surveyed the room.

The walls were streaked with branching black scorch marks that climbed across the concrete like frozen lightning, some reached all the way to the ceiling, others disappeared beneath piles of rubble. Raphael crouched beside one of them. "Same burn marks."

Donnie scanned them briefly. "Identical energy residue." Mikey wandered farther into the room before stopping abruptly.

"...Uh... Guys..." The others followed his gaze. Massive vines had erupted through the laboratory floor, twisting around shattered machinery before bursting through the ceiling above. Concrete had cracked beneath their weight. Steel support beams bent where thick roots squeezed around them. Tiny green leaves fluttered gently despite there being no breeze underground. April shook her head in disbelief. "I still don't understand how plants can grow down here." She stared at the vines. "They shouldn't," Donnie answered quietly.

Leo continued deeper into the facility. His eyes caught another familiar detail. Four long claw marks carved through a blast door.

Deep enough that pieces of reinforced steel curled outward around them. He ran his fingers lightly across the damaged metal. They were fresh. Raphael joined him.

"Same claws." Leo nodded. "Exact same ones." It was as though whoever had entered this place had ignored everything except the information they came for. Donnie walked over, holding up his scanner. "The energy residue matches the last facility almost perfectly." He stated. "So it's definitely the same people," Raphael said. "The same individual... or individuals," Donnie corrected. Mikey folded his arms. "So... We've got somebody ripping apart secret alien labs... Growing giant plants... Throwing lightning around... And carving through steel with claws?" Raphael looked at him. "When you say it out loud it sounds crazy."

Leo remained silent. His eyes swept slowly around the ruined laboratory. Every clue and pattern, every missing drive, all the destroyed terminals. His mind pieced them together one by one. The first lab hadn't been an isolated incident and neither was this one.

Someone wasn't wandering into abandoned Kraang facilities by accident. Someone was hunting them. Systematically, patiently.

Leo finally spoke, his voice calm but firm.

"This isn't coincidence anymore." His brothers turned toward him. He looked back across the shattered laboratory. "Someone knows where every Kraang facility is." A heavy silence settled over the room. "They're finding them before we can." The realization hung in the air. Whoever this mysterious enemy was... They weren't reacting to the Kraang's past, they were following it, and they were running out of places to hide.

꧁֍֍꧂

Normally, after a patrol, Mikey would be raiding the refrigerator, Raphael would disappear into the gym, and Donnie would vanish into his lab before anyone had a chance to say goodnight but not tonight.

Tonight the mystery followed them home.

Donnie stood in the center of his laboratory, streams of code raced across half a dozen holographic monitors. Behind him, a three-dimensional map of New York slowly rotated above the main worktable. Leo leaned against the railing overlooking the lab while Raphael sat on a nearby crate, absently spinning one of his sais between his fingers.

Mikey wandered in carrying a slice of leftover pizza. "...Anybody want one?" Three sets of eyes turned toward him. "What?" he asked. "Thinking burns calories." Raphael snorted. "You'd know." Donnie barely acknowledged them. "Can you two argue quietly?" Donnie tapped commands into the holographic console which expanded the 3D map. Tiny blue markers appeared across Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, and the surrounding boroughs. Each marker represented a known Kraang research facility. Some had been destroyed years ago, others had remained abandoned after the invasion, then Donnie tapped another command. Two markers turned bright red.

"The facilities we've investigated." Everyone's attention shifted to the display.

Donnie enlarged the map. The red points sat miles apart.

At first glance... Nothing unusual. "Hm..."

He zoomed out and added another layer of data. Old Kraang supply routes, underground transit tunnels, power conduits. Nothing useful. Raphael frowned.

"So?"

"So ...there should be a connection." Donnie muttered. Leo folded his arms. "If someone knew where both facilities were they must've learned it somewhere." Donnie nodded. "Exactly." His fingers moved rapidly through another series of commands. Additional blue markers appeared, hidden laboratories, storage bunkers, communication relays, every known Kraang location beneath New York. The holographic city became crowded with glowing lights. Donnie stared at it for nearly a full minute.

Then... His eyes narrowed. "Wait."

He highlighted the two destroyed facilities.

A thin white line automatically connected them. He added a third abandoned facility and connected another line.  Then a fourth.

The projected route shifted slightly. Leo stepped closer. "What are you seeing?"

Donnie slowly rotated the map. "They aren't choosing locations randomly." Raphael stood as Donnie pointed toward the glowing route.

"If I connect every facility they've already hit, the shortest path leads directly through every remaining Kraang site." The room grew quiet as Leo studied the display. "They're following a route." Donnie quickly highlighted several untouched facilities farther north. The computer generated another projected line.

His stomach sank. "If this continues..."

He circled the next location. "...this is probably where they'll go next."

Mikey wandered around the hologram, tilting his head as he looked at the glowing path. "...Huh." Raphael looked over. "What?"

Mikey shrugged. "It kinda looks like a treasure map." Raphael laughed. "What treasure?" He scoffed. "I dunno... Like secret alien treasure?" Donnie didn't laugh. Instead he kept staring at the map. Then, almost to himself, he quietly said, "...It kind of does."

Everyone looked at him. Donnie zoomed in again, comparing the route against archived Kraang infrastructure. "If these facilities are connected..." He traced the projected path with one finger. "Then whoever's hitting them isn't just destroying evidence. They're searching." Leo's expression hardened. "For something hidden?" Donnie nodded slowly.

"Something that wasn't kept in just one facility, rather spread across multiple." Raphael crossed his arms. "So every lab has another piece." Donnie nodded once again.

"That's my best guess." Mikey looked back at the glowing route stretching across the city.

"Which means whoever we're chasing already has part of the map." Silence settled over the lab. Leo looked from the hologram to his brothers. "We're done reacting." His voice was calm. "They've had the advantage long enough." He reached out and tapped the next red marker projected on the map. "We get there first." No one disagreed, for the first time since this mystery began... The turtles finally had a direction. They just didn't realize... Someone else was already following it.

꧁֍֍꧂

By late afternoon, the lair had become command central. Donnie's holographic map still hovered above the lab, glowing softly as streams of data continued to update across nearby monitors. Every few minutes someone would wander back to the map, hoping a new answer had somehow appeared. Instead... Another phone rang.

Leo glanced at the screen. "April."

He answered almost immediately.

"Tell me you've got something." She sighed through the phone. "I do." She sounded more alert than she had all day. "But you're gonna want to hear this in person." Leo signaled his brothers. "We're on our way."

Less than thirty minutes later, the brothers met April and Casey beneath an elevated train bridge overlooking one of the abandoned industrial districts. The evening rush had begun. Traffic rolled steadily through the streets while trains thundered overhead. Casey leaned against his motorcycle with his arms folded, his hockey mask hanging from the handlebars. The moment the turtles approached, he pushed himself upright. "About time." Raphael smirked. "You really like saying that." Casey smirked back.  "You really like making me wait." April wasted no time. "It isn't another lab." Leo's expression remained serious.

"What is it then?" Casey reached into his jacket and unfolded a city map covered in handwritten notes. "I've been following Foot Clan movement for the last couple days."

He spread the map across the hood of his motorcycle. Red circles marked several locations. Leo immediately recognized them.

"The Kraang facilities." Casey nodded.

"Every one that's been hit." Donnie looked closer. "They've been there after the attacks?" Leo asked.  "And before." Casey stated. That made everyone pause.

Casey pointed to another mark. "I watched four Foot soldiers enter this warehouse yesterday. They searched the place for nearly an hour. They didn't plant explosives. They didn't steal equipment. They didn't attack anybody." Raphael frowned. "They were looking for something." Casey finished.

April folded her arms. "They've repeated the same thing at three different locations."

Mikey scratched the back of his head."Everybody's searching?" He asked.  "It would seem that way, but for what?" Donnie answered. Leo stared at the map. His mind immediately started working through possibilities. "If the Foot Clan is involved..." Raphael finished the thought. "...Are they working with the Kraang again?" April shook her head.  "No," April said. "Nothing we've found suggests the Kraang are active." Casey nodded. "If anything, the Foot look just as confused as we are." Silence settled over the group.

Leo looked back down at the map. "If they aren't working with the Kraang..." His eyes narrowed. "...Why are they searching abandoned Kraang labs?" Donnie adjusted his glasses. "They may be looking for the same information." Raphael frowned. "Why would the Foot care about old alien research?" Nobody answered immediately.

Then Mikey spoke quietly. "...Shredder."

Everyone looked at him. Mikey shrugged.

"I mean... The Kraang took him. What if the Foot thinks these labs have information about where he ended up?" Casey's expression grew thoughtful. "...That actually makes a lot of sense." April nodded slowly.

"If there were records of Kraang experiments or transport logs the Foot would absolutely want them." Leo looked back toward the city skyline. "So we're chasing one unknown group. The Foot Clan is chasing them too and if the mystery group reaches the next facility first..." Raphael folded his arms.

"The Foot won't be far behind." Donnie exhaled. "Which means every investigation is about to become a lot more dangerous."

Back at the lair, Leo stood before the holographic map. Everyone gathered around.

For a long moment, he simply looked at each of them. Then he made his decision. "We're covering too little ground together." No one interrupted. "From now on, we divide responsibilities." He looked to April first.

"Keep digging through old Kraang records. If there's anything connecting these facilities, you'll find it." April nodded confidently. "On it."  Leo turned to Casey. "Track Foot Clan movement." Casey smiled. "Something I'm actually good at." Raphael laughed. "You say that like getting into trouble isn't your specialty." Casey shrugged. "It can be two things." Leo's attention shifted. "Donnie."

Donnie met his gaze. "Keep tracking that energy signature. I want to know the second it appears again." Donnie half saluted him.

"You got it." Finally, Leo looked toward his brothers. "Raph. Mikey. You two are with me." Raphael nodded once. "Works for me."

Mikey grinned. "So we're Team Awesome?"

Raphael rolled his eyes. "We're not calling it that." Mikey chuckled. "What about Team Extremely Awesome?" Raphael groaned."No." Leo shook his head, smiling despite himself. "We leave in an hour." Everyone began moving toward their assignments.

The joking faded as each of them disappeared in different directions. For the first time since the mystery had begun...

They weren't just investigating anymore.

They were racing. Somewhere in New York, an unknown group continued hunting the Kraang's secrets. The Foot Clan was following their trail and the turtles had every intention of reaching the truth before either of them did.

꧁֍֍꧂

Days had passed, the city never stopped moving, but neither did the turtles. In an abandoned subway station beneath Brooklyn the smell of damp concrete filled the air. Raphael swept his flashlight across the tunnel wall. Four enormous claw marks stretched through solid steel, carving deep grooves before disappearing into darkness.

"They're fresh." Donnie knelt beside them, scanner humming softly. "The energy residue is still present." Leo looked down the tunnel.

"They're gone." Raphael slammed his light into the concrete with a roar. "God damnit!"

Queens, An abandoned shipping terminal.

The roof had partially collapsed. Massive vines twisted around rusted cargo containers, crushing them beneath impossible strength. Leaves swayed gently in the afternoon breeze despite having nowhere natural to grow. April slowly circled one of the vines. "I still can't explain this." Donnie scanned another section. "The cellular growth rate..." He shook his head. "It shouldn't be possible." Lower Manhattan, another hidden Kraang relay station. Rows of shattered computers. Empty storage bays. Alien machinery ripped apart. Nothing left behind. Nothing... Except silence. The Bronx, a forgotten warehouse hidden beneath an overpass. One blast door had been peeled open like a tin can. Mikey crouched beside the entrance. "...Guys?" The others turned. "Does anybody else smell that?" Raphael took a slow breath. His brow furrowed. "...Ozone." Donnie nodded immediately. "Like the air after a lightning strike." Leo looked around the empty warehouse. His voice was barely above a whisper. "They were just here."

Another day, another facility, another dead end. Everywhere they went... The same trail.

Walls split apart by enormous claws, black

scorch marks branching across concrete, broken Kraang technology, missing storage drives, footprints far too large to belong to any ordinary animal. Every clue whispered the same thing. Someone had been there.

Moments before them. Almost as though whoever they were... Always knew the turtles were coming. The city became a maze of unanswered questions. April searched through decades-old Kraang records. Casey shadowed Foot Clan patrols across New York. The Foot grew more desperate with each passing day. The turtles grew more frustrated. Still, the ghost remained unseen.

Late that night...The lair had finally grown quiet. Raphael's steady punches echoed from the gym as another heavy bag swung violently from its chain. Mikey sat upside down on the couch, absentmindedly balancing a slice of pizza on his plastron while flipping through late-night television.

"...There's seriously nothing good on." Leo sat cross-legged near Splinter's bonsai trees, eyes closed in meditation. Only one room remained alive with activity. Donnie's lab.

The glow of holographic monitors illuminated the room as he compared energy readings for what felt like the hundredth time. "...Come on..." He muttered, rubbing tired eyes. "There has to be something I'm missing." Lines of code scrolled endlessly, maps, energy scans, archived Kraang databases, still nothing new.

BEEP.

Donnie froze. A single point on one monitor began flashing. He stared. "...No..."

BEEP.

The signal grew stronger it wasn't fading!

His hands flew across the keyboard. The city map expanded into a massive hologram above the lab. One bright blue point blinked steadily. It was moving! Donnie's eyes widened. "...No way." Leo opened his eyes immediately. "What is it?" Raphael stepped into the lab, towel draped over one shoulder.

Mikey nearly dropped his pizza. Donnie barely looked at them. "I found it."

Raphael frowned. "Found what?" Donnie enlarged the map. The blue marker pulsed against the streets of Manhattan. "It's the energy signature." He swallowed. "It isn't residual anymore." Silence filled the room.

"It's active." He zoomed in farther. The signal continued pulsing. Strong and stable, it was alive!  "...Right now." Leo was already reaching for his katanas. "Location?"

Donnie highlighted the blinking marker.

"Abandoned Kraang bio-research facility."

He looked back at his brothers. "If we leave now..." His voice carried a mixture of excitement and disbelief. "...We might actually catch them." For the first time in days... Hope replaced frustration. Leo secured his swords across his back.

"Gear up gents." Raphael spun one of his sais into his belt. Mikey stuffed the rest of his pizza into his mouth. Donnie grabbed his scanner. Without another word, the four brothers sprinted toward the tunnel leading out of the lair. Behind them... The holographic map continued flashing. The mysterious signal hadn't disappeared. The brothers weren't chasing footprints. They were chasing whoever had been leaving them.

[squishybeesbuckethat]

turtles with a younger human sibling :P no worries lol!

TMNT BAYVERSE YOUNGER HUMAN SIBLING SENERIO

Thank you for giving me a second chance, I accidentally deleted the drift I was using the first time you asked.

The Bayverse Turtles with a human sibling…

The plus to having an extra sibling is things like more play time, someone else to share things with, another companion to have growing up. Diversity would become a grey area instead of just black and white like human and mutants, it would just be their siblings in their eyes. Which is heart warming. More culture exposure and more relations between humans and turtles early on in their lives.

But the down side is even though there is another kid around; a human sibling is not the same as a mutant. Splinter said so in the 2014 film “The brothers excelled at a wondrous rate.” once he started training them. As we saw in the flashback scene it didn’t take long for them to learn, then get faster at their teachings. That’s fantastic for them, but that would be hard for a human child to keep up with. It’s just the development differences in both kids. Mutation strengthens in dramatic forms, while the human sibling is also growing like the turtles are, but at the normal human growth rate.

The turtles are maybe eight years old, and their human sibling is six. Leo is practicing his balance by walking across pipes, Donnie is figuring out how to swing from one platform to another, Raph is turning everything into a competition, Mikey is somehow making it into a game.

And the human sibling is standing there thinking; “How.”

Seeing their older brothers parkour like levels in a game meanwhile tiny human down below climbing up not very safe pipes. “You’re too fast! Wait for me.”

Raph climbing up on a pipe Donnie just leaped up on, “Common shrimp, gotta keep up with the big dogs.”

Mikey keeping pace behind tiny human just to be supportive. “Up and over. Right foot, left foot, one foot in front of the other.”

It might take longer before they all reach the top but they can. It’s just different strengths is all and there is nothing wrong with it.

Because Leo’s instinct is to train and improve. He’d want his sibling included.

“Again. Try again. You almost had it.”

But eventually Splinter would have to explain:

“Your sibling is not meant to follow your path in the same way. You were changed by the mutagen. They were not.”

Leo would probably become less focused on making them keep up and more focused on teaching them how to work with what they have.

Raph would probably pretend he doesn’t care, but he’d notice immediately.

If the human sibling falls behind during one of their “adventures,” Raph is absolutely the one who would complain.

“Slow down, idiots.”

Everyone would look at him because he’s the one who usually runs ahead.

“What? I’m not saying I care. I’m saying you guys are making too much noise.”

Meanwhile, he’s already walking back to make sure they’re okay.

Donnie would understand the difference logically. He’d probably be the first to explain the physical gap.

“Their muscle development, reflexes, and coordination are within normal human ranges. Ours are not.”

Then he’d immediately start inventing ways to help. Not to make them a mutant, but to help them navigate the world they live in. Better climbing gear, safety equipment, training designed for human ability.

Mikey would probably be the most patient because Mikey understands what it feels like to be underestimated.

He wouldn’t care that they’re slower. He’d just adapt. The turtles are flipping across pipes? Mikey is walking beside them instead. The turtles are racing? Mikey is cheering them on. The human sibling trips while trying to copy them? Mikey is laughing, but not at them.

“Dude, that was awesome. You only fell like three times.”

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But I definitely think this would be something cute to witness especially with differences in strength, mindset, and how each are raised. It would be cute to have seen another kid blend in with the brothers. Instead of Karai situation there would have been another human/family member that was also a ninja just like them. But for good.

I hope you liked it! I tried to answer your request in a couple different ways.

[vixenharg0404]

TMNT: Echo’s of Kraang

Chapter 2- The Empty Lab

The industrial district was unusually quiet.

The rain had finally passed, leaving behind slick pavement that reflected the flashing red and blue lights of several NYPD cruisers parked outside an aging warehouse. Its faded brick walls were stained with years of neglect. Broken windows stared out over the empty street like hollow eyes. Yellow police tape fluttered lazily in the early morning breeze. A handful of officers stood near the entrance, speaking in hushed voices while detectives photographed the scene. High above, four familiar silhouettes landed silently atop a neighboring rooftop. Leo surveyed the area below. "Looks like she's already called it in." Raphael folded his arms.

"Didn't expect cops to beat us here." Donnie glanced at Mikey. "They probably weren't as distracted by pizza," Donnie replied. "I was hungry," Mikey defended. "Besides, solving mysteries on an empty stomach is scientifically proven to be a terrible idea."

Donnie glanced sideways. "...I'm 100% certain that's not true." Leo couldn't help but smile. "Come on."

The brothers dropped from the rooftop into a narrow alley before stepping out toward the police perimeter. A few officers noticed them immediately, none reached for their weapons, one older officer simply nodded.

"Mornin', boys." Raphael lifted two fingers in greeting. "Mornin'." Another officer stepped aside, lifting the police tape without being asked. "Ms. O'Neil's been waiting." He gestured towards April ahead. "Appreciate it," Leo replied. The officer gave a respectful nod before returning to his conversation. Mikey leaned closer to Raphael as they walked. "...Still weird." Raphael smirked.

"They don't scream anymore." Mikey added.

"They've seen your face enough times." Raph scoffed. "I've got a friendly face." Ahead of them, April looked up from the notebook in her hands. The moment she spotted them, a tired smile spread across her face. "There you guys are." She crossed the parking lot to meet them before wrapping Leo in a quick hug. "Good to see you." She said coming out of the hug. "You too," Leo said warmly. She greeted the others just as naturally, a fist bump for Raphael, a side hug from Mikey that lasted a little longer than she expected, and Donnie, who earned a knowing smile before she gently squeezed his shoulder.

"It's been a while since we've had one of these." She said. "We were hoping it'd stay that way," Donnie admitted.

"So was I." A familiar voice interrupted them. "Took you long enough." Casey Jones leaned against the warehouse entrance with his hockey stick resting across his shoulders.

Though older now, he hadn't changed nearly as much as he'd like to believe. His hair was a little shorter, a few days' worth of stubble framed his jaw, his old hockey mask hung from his belt instead of covering his face.

But the grin... That was still pure Casey. "I was starting to think I'd have to solve this one myself." Mikey pointed dramatically.

"We would've been here sooner if someone didn't expect us to investigate before breakfast." Casey looked at him. "You stopped for food?" Mikey crossed his arms.

"I have priorities." Raphael laughed. "Don't encourage him." Casey shrugged. "I kinda respect it." Raphael stepped closer, giving Casey a once-over. "You look terrible."

Casey blinked. "...Thanks?" Raph stared at him with a smirk. "When's the last time you slept?" Casey smirked back. "When's the last time you slept?" Raphael opened his mouth.

The two shared a quick laugh before bumping fists, it wasn't forced, just two old friends who'd been through more fights together than either could count.

Leo looked between Casey and April. "You two been here all night?" April sighed. "Pretty much." Casey rubbed the back of his neck. "We got called in a few hours ago." His smile slowly disappeared. "I've already searched the whole building." The lighthearted mood faded with it. Casey's eyes drifted toward the dark warehouse behind him. "...Something's off." For the first time since arriving, the building seemed even quieter, like it was waiting. Leo met Casey's gaze. "What'd you find?" Casey shook his head slowly. "That's the thing... I don't know what I'm looking at."

Casey ducked beneath the police tape first.

"Watch your step." The turtles followed him into the warehouse, April close behind. The moment they crossed the threshold, an uneasy silence settled over them. It wasn't the silence of an abandoned building. It was, wrong, like the room itself had been holding its breath. The warehouse stretched 4 stories high, its rusted catwalks disappearing into darkness overhead. Massive support columns stood like forgotten monuments, their surfaces scarred with deep gashes and blackened streaks. Water dripped steadily through holes in the damaged roof, splashing into puddles below. There were no alarms tripped, no machinery was on, only the slow echo of dripping water. Mikey looked around. "...Well." He swallowed. "This place definitely wins Creepiest Building of the Year."

Hidden beneath the warehouse floor, a section of reinforced concrete had been torn open. A freight elevator, long thought abandoned, now stood frozen halfway between levels. Its doors had been peeled apart like someone had ripped them open with their bare hands. Casey gestured toward it. "That's where it starts." They stepped inside. The elevator groaned under their combined weight before descending into darkness. The deeper they traveled... The colder the air became. When the doors finally opened, Donnie's eyes widened.

"...Whoa." The underground laboratory stretched farther than any of them expected.

Rows of shattered containment chambers lined the walls. Thick glass covered the floor in glittering fragments. Several pods had completely collapsed inward, while others looked as though something had burst outward through them years ago. Dried violet alien fluid stained the cracked floor beneath the broken chambers. The smell of burnt circuitry lingered in the air. Leo slowly walked forward.

"This was a Kraang research facility?" April nodded. "We think so." Donnie crouched beside one of the ruined containment tubes.

"I've never seen this one on any of our maps." He stated.  "Neither had I," April admitted. "If this place was hidden..." Raphael muttered, looking around. "...Who found it?" No one answered. They continued deeper into the laboratory. Everywhere they looked was destruction. Kraang consoles had been smashed beyond recognition. Computer terminals lay scattered across the floor. Entire workstations had been overturned.

Metal storage lockers had been ripped open, their contents thrown carelessly aside.

It looked less like a robbery, and more like someone had searched every inch of the facility. Mikey ran a finger across one of the walls. "...Uh..." He held up his hand. Black soot coated his fingertips. "Anybody else notice these?" The others followed his gaze.

Dark scorch marks spiderwebbed across the concrete. Some stretched from floor to ceiling. Others radiated outward in branching patterns.

Almost like lightning had exploded inside the room. Raphael frowned. "Electrical fire?"

Donnie slowly shook his head. "No." He stepped closer, studying one of the marks.

"There's no melting. No damaged wiring. No blast residue." His brow furrowed. "I've... honestly never seen burn patterns like these before." Leo's attention shifted elsewhere. Long gouges carved through the laboratory walls. It wasn't bullet holes, nor was it explosions. Something had sliced through solid concrete. The claw marks ran across the floor, up support pillars, even along the ceiling. Raphael placed one hand against one of the gashes. "...Those aren't machine cuts." He commented. "They're too irregular," Donnie agreed. Casey folded his arms.

"I measured one." Everyone looked at him.

"Nearly two inches deep." Mikey blinked.

"...What makes claw marks two inches deep in reinforced concrete?" Casey gave a humorless shrug. "If you figure it out... Let me know."

As they rounded another corner, everyone stopped. The far wall no longer existed.

Instead, massive vines burst through the shattered concrete. Thick as tree trunks, they twisted through the laboratory, wrapping around support beams, dangling from broken ceilings, and disappearing into the darkness beyond. Some had crushed alien machinery beneath their weight, others had forced entire steel doors off their hinges. Tiny green leaves still clung to the vines despite growing from nothing but cracked concrete and twisted metal. Mikey stared.

"...Okay. That's new." April slowly walked closer, careful not to touch them. "They weren't here yesterday. None of this was."

Raphael looked toward the hole in the wall where the vines disappeared outside."Whatever happened... It didn't stay in one room." Silence returned.

Leo turned slowly, taking everything in. The broken containment pods, the destroyed computers, the lightning-like scorch marks, the claw marks and the vines. Not a single body or Kraang droid, not even a drop of blood, no sign of shell casings, no one was dragged away. Nothing but the destruction.

Almost as though whoever had come here hadn't been fighting, they'd been searching...

Searching with desperate determination, and when they hadn't found what they wanted, they had torn the laboratory apart in a rage.

Leo's voice was barely above a whisper. "This wasn't random." His words echoed through the empty facility. For a long moment nobody spoke.  The abandoned lab remained silent. Keeping its secrets.

꧁֍֍꧂

While the others continued searching the sprawling laboratory, Donnie drifted away from the group. Not aimlessly but methodically. His eyes swept across every damaged workstation, every shattered console, every dangling wire. He knelt beside the nearest Kraang terminal and carefully brushed fragments of glass from its surface.

The monitor was beyond repair, the control panel had been crushed but that wasn't what interested him. From a pouch on his belt, he removed a compact handheld scanner no larger than a smartphone. A blue beam swept slowly across the ruined machine as streams of alien symbols translated across the display. "Hm..." Raphael glanced over.

"You talking to yourself again?" He teased.

"I always talk to myself." Donnie spat at him.

He removed a small multitool and loosened what remained of the terminal's outer casing.

Metal panels clattered softly onto the floor.

Behind them were empty slots. He frowned.

"That's odd." Moving to another console, he repeated the process to find more empty compartments in all of them. By the fifth terminal, Donnie's expression had shifted from curiosity to concentration. He stood slowly. "This wasn't just vandalism." The room fell quiet, Leo stepped closer. "What do you mean?" Donnie gestured toward the exposed machine. "Every computer in this facility has been destroyed." He walked to another workstation. "But not before..." He pointed toward the vacant compartment inside. "...someone removed the storage drives." April frowned.

"So they stole the data." Donnie nodded once. "Not all of it." That caught everyone's attention. "What?" Casey asked. Donnie crossed the room, stopping in front of another bank of alien computers. Unlike the others, these hadn't even been opened.

He scanned them quickly before turning back. "These drives are still here." Raphael blinked. "So... why leave those?" Donnie fiddled with his device. "Because they didn't want them." Donnie's fingers danced across the holographic display projected from his scanner. One by one, icons appeared across a rough blueprint of the laboratory.

Green.

Red.

Green.

Red.

Only the red terminals had been dismantled.

His eyes widened. "...They were selective."

Leo folded his arms. "Meaning?" He raised a brow. "They knew exactly which computers contained the information they were after."

Silence settled over the room. Casey looked around again, seeing the destruction through an entirely different lens. "So, this whole place got trashed...Just to cover their tracks?" Donnie slowly nodded. "Or because they were searching for something they hadn't found yet." He crouched beside one of the empty drive bays and carefully connected a thin cable from his scanner into the damaged interface. The screen flickered. Alien text streamed across the display. "Come on..." Static. Then... A connection! Donnie's eyes lit up. "I've got something." Everyone gathered around as lines of corrupted data scrolled rapidly across the screen. The connection lasted only a few seconds before collapsing into unreadable symbols. "...No!" Donnie tried again, but the terminal was too badly damaged. He disconnected the cable with a disappointed sigh. "I can't recover anything from here." He admits.  "You sure?" Mikey asked. Donnie nodded. "The hardware's fried."

He looked back toward the empty drive bay.

"But whoever took those storage drives...They're still out there." Leo studied the ruined terminal. "Can you track them?" Donnie shook his head. "Not from here."

He stood, sliding the scanner back onto his belt. "If I can access the facility's central network back at the lair..." He glanced around the laboratory. "...I might be able to recover connection logs. Maybe even identify which files were copied before the drives were removed." Raphael grinned. "So basically... You need your cave." Donnie smiled. "My lab, and yes." Leo's attention returned to the gutted computers. Someone had come here with a purpose, they hadn't just stumbled across this place, every destroyed terminal, every missing drive, every smashed console, it had all been deliberate. Whoever they were, they knew exactly what they were looking for. The only question was... Why?

꧁֍֍꧂

Silence settled over the laboratory once more, the broken machinery no longer looked random, now it looked... intentional.

Leo slowly walked through the maze of shattered consoles, his eyes drifting over every detail they'd uncovered. The ripped-out storage drives, the smashed terminals, the claw marks carved through reinforced concrete, the strange burn marks stretching across the walls, the vines forcing their way through steel and stone alike, every piece fit together, just not in a way that made sense.

He stopped beside one of the destroyed workstations. "This place wasn't common knowledge." April shook her head. "The Kraang hid these facilities well." Leo looked toward her. "So who even knew it existed?"

No one answered, but he continued thinking aloud. "Why now? Why come back after all these years?" His gaze shifted toward the empty drive bays. "If it wasn't the Kraang...why leave everything else?" Raphael leaned against a cracked support beam. "They clearly weren't after weapons." Casey nodded. Leo gestured around the room.

"So why destroy what you weren't taking?"

Again... No answers, only questions. April folded her arms as she looked around the devastated laboratory. "This place has been abandoned for years." Her voice echoed softly through the empty corridors. "Nobody should've even known it was here." Casey let out a slow breath. "I would've called it a break-in..." He glanced toward the ripped-open blast doors. "...Except whoever did this knew the layout better than I do." That statement lingered. They hadn't wandered through the facility, they'd moved with a purpose. Room by room, terminal by terminal. Straight to whatever they had come for. Leo's instincts told him the same thing.

Whoever had done this, had been here before.

Eventually, there was nothing left to investigate. April closed her notebook.

"I'll see if I can get access to any old TCRI records." Casey nodded toward the exit.

"I'll stick around until the detectives finish up." Leo inclined his head. "Let us know if anything changes." Casey nodded to him.

"You'll be the first call." One by one, they began making their way toward the elevator.

Donnie remained behind. "...Give me a minute." Leo glanced back. "What'd you find?" Donnie glanced around. "I'm not sure yet." He knelt beside one of the deepest scorch marks etched into the floor, removing his handheld scanner once more. Blue light washed slowly across the concrete and nothing came of it. He adjusted a setting and scanned again, but still nothing.  "Hm..."

Another adjustment. The scanner emitted a soft—

Beep.

Donnie froze. "...That's strange." He swept the scanner across the mark again.

Beep.

The display flickered. A faint waveform appeared, it was weak, almost gone, but definitely there. Leo walked back over.

"What is it?" Donnie didn't answer immediately. His brow furrowed as he expanded the reading. He tapped through a growing list of comparison files.

Foot Clan=No Match.

He selected another database.

Kraang=No Match.

His expression slowly shifted from curiosity... To genuine confusion.

"...I don't know." Raphael looked up.

"You don't know?" Donnie barely seemed to hear him as he ran the scan a third time only to get the same results. The energy pattern remained. He slowly stood. "This energy signature..." His eyes drifted across the ruined laboratory one last time. "...I've never seen anything like it." For perhaps the first time in years... Donatello had encountered something he couldn't explain. Leo looked back over the destruction, taking it all in one last time. Someone else had entered the game, and whoever they were... They were already one step ahead. The uneasy silence followed the brothers all the way back to the surface.

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NICKNAMES~⁠♪ with a bit of spice 🔥

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP this is Adult mutant ninja turtles now.

LEO

Leo calls you sweetheart, darling or angel in the softest voice imaginable. He'll be all leader mode with a very commanding voice but as soon as you need to talk to him or need his attention he'll immediately speak softly to you.

'Yes darling?' 'I'll get to you in a second sweetheart'

In the sheets he'll call you all kinds of sweet things always praising.

'Mm you like that my beautiful angel?' 'Oh my Queen you feel so good' 'Stay still and let me please you my heart'

RAPH

Raph calls you Baby, Doll, or Honey amongst other things. Sometimes when he's angry he'll just call you babe in a sharp tone that makes a shiver go down your back but in a good way, or sometimes on rare occasions when it's just you and him he'll call you cutie or cutiepie

'Babe I don't have time to chitchat' 'gosh your such a cutie when do that' 'Come over here honey I gotta show ya somthin'

In bed he'll both degrade and praise you in different ways.

'Aw baby you're so good for me aren't you? My cute little Bitch' 'Dont rush doll wouldn't want to break my fuck doll too fast' 'that feel good honey pie?'

DONNIE

He would call you dear, ma'am, wifey, or Mrs, He REALLY likes the idea of you being his especially officially.

'Theres my Mrs' 'What do you want for dinner dear?' 'My beautiful wifey will be here soon' he's loud and proud about you being with him.

In bed he LOVES to praise you but can also degrade sometimes he'll call you his dumb girl.

'To my speculation it would seem that I may not be able to fit in you ma'am' 'my gorgeous dumb girl' 'ooo you are so tight my love'

MIKEY

Mikey definitely calls you sugar, buttercup or button, usually very silly but endearing nicknames

'Whats up buttercup!?' 'Awe what's the matter sugar not having fun?' 'hey sweet pea I got you some pizza!'

On bed he's even sweeter probably the most serious and gentle he's ever been in a good way

'that feel good bug?' 'im not hurting you am I button?' 'Youre so pretty like this sugar'

Idk if this is good low-key I threw this slop together