Dying?

KC was hanging off the edge of her bed, in her college dorm. On the floor and there was a stack of her books for her classes. In the corner was the costumes that still needed some work. Also there were some odds and ends that needed to be put away. The one particular binder caught her eye. It was an old one that hasn't surfaced in a few years. It was the bindery that held her favorite story, "A Jewel in the Sewer." Okay so it's a fan fiction, but it was and has been a really good story. And as many agents since she's read it, and she started to feel bad about not keeping up her turtles. Let's just started to move in a good direction. Thinking back KC had known many people and gained many names. The first one was for penning Brandy'sFire, then came NinjaTurtleKat, NTK, or Kitty, and now KatCuori. Getting so caught up in the world around her that she hadn't even had time for what she use to love.

KC sighed as she got up from her bed and started to pick up some her things. She had a few hours before she had to go to work, and thought it would be a good idea to pick up a little and take a nap. Once most her stuff was put away, she laid down on her bed looking at the wall right side. It held a long row of posters that her and her roommate had put up them. The closest one to her was her Raphael poster, he was particularly her favorite one. Before closing her eyes KC noted that the window was open, probably due to her roommate for the room tended to get a little stuffy. Pulling up the covers KC rolled over to the right side and closed her eyes.

Feeling as though she couldn't have been asleep for more than a few minutes there was a nudge on her shoulder. She swatted the hand away in grumbled a bit about having five more minutes. This time the hand grabbed her shoulder and shook gently. With a light growled KC through the covers off and sat up.

"What the hell! I said five more minutes I would have to be any-." KC froze at what was before her eyes. The hand that had reached for her was green and only had three fingers. But that was not the only thing that made her stop. It was with the hand was attached to them that there were three more of them. KC could be the only thing her brain allowed her to do. She squeaked and through the covers over her head again.
"This is only just a dream caused by the dining hall's crap food." She was shook again this time a little more rough followed by a Brooklyn voice.

"'Ey, get you're lazy ass up. We gotta talk to you."
"Go away! You are nothing but a dream induced by bad food." Suddenly the covers room yanked from her, and in a natural reaction her fist came in contact with his jaw. She covered her and mouth with her now throbbing hand.

"Holy hell!" She now stared at the one she punched who just so happened in the holding his jaw wall his other three companions just started to snicker.

"You're really real! B-but how, what, huh?" The brain in purple cleared his throat and slightly stepped forward.

"Well, it's quite easy to explain. It really has to do with the parallel quadradic equation. You see-."

"Whoa, whoa, whao! If I know anything about this fandom, it's that one I will get lost in whenever he's saying, and two when it turns out I don't understand Donnie Boy here will actually get slightly disappointed. So let's skip the long part and give down to the summary." As predicted said persons face did fall and signed.

"In short, we became a real when we got a large fan base. The idea of us came from Eastman and Laird, but it was the following that we received that brought us into your world."

"That's all well and good, but what the hell are you doing in my room." It was time for the leader and actually stepped forward and speak.

"We're dying. We're losing a lot of our fans, and without the older generation it's harder for the newer generation to learn about us. We've almost forgot our origins all together. Without people believing in us, we may just end up vanishing forever."

"But you can't vanish forever, you guys are like 25 years old. You lasted this long and it's still going. Recently you guys had tour for a meet and greet thing, and there were auditions for new live action movie that is coming out 2011. It's gonna be impossible for you guys to vanish forever." The leader just shook his head and looked at her.

"Have you been able to find all of the old fan fictions that you used to read, besides the ones that you printed out." She stopped and looked to her laptop that was sitting on her desk. Slowly she shook her head and looked back to them.

"Wait do you guys also retain the memories of the fan fictions written about you?" This time Mr. Goofball cringed.

"No way, dudette. Do you have any idea of the nasty stuff written about us. We had the gross outs of reading them. Those fan girls are totally crazy." KC crossed her arms under her breasts and raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckled rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Present company accepted of course."

"Okay, I understand that a lot of the old fans are disappearing, I mean jeeze it took me forever to find one fourth of the old fan fics I love. But what can I do, I'm just a college girl, a freshman at that. And I was never really big or well known in the fan circles."

"Look toots, we admit we don't know much about you, but we need someone from the older generation that has us still fresh in their mind. And with you it's obvious." The attitude finally spoke somewhat civilly to me as he tapped the poster I have of him and a cocky smirk spread over his face. With a sharp glare she quickly punched him in his thy since he was standing by her bed.

"Jerk!" but she only saw his grin grow wider.

"And that's why you like me." This caused KC to roll her eyes and mumble something along the lines of stupid turtle.

"Okay, so when me ask you this again, what exactly am I supposed to do?" the

"Put up more stories dudette. Tell the younger generation about us. We may not like fan fiction, but we know them more out there the more fans we have." The brightly smiling turtle spoke up again. This made KC to sit still for while in contemplation. Her eyes lingering on each of the turtles individually. Then her eyes landed on her favorite and she took a deep breath and sighed.

"I can't do it, you got the wrong girl. Sorry guys, but I haven't written anything in a long, even before my former best friend and I fought." The turtles were silent for a moment with sadden looks on their faces, all except for one. He bent down and picked up the humongous binder that had a picture on it from the comic book days. He turned to her with a serious face and handed her the binder.

"I don't think so. Yer the girl we need. We've been saving people for twenty-five long ass years. All we're askin' for is a bit of your stupid time, or are you the failure you make yourself to be. Cause if that's it then I ain't got time for this."

KC bit her lip and glared down at the binder then up to him. But his face wasn't cocky or any of his usual traits, it was beyond serious. It was as though his older brother's personality kind of merged with his. Her face softened and she looked to all the others.

"Okay, I'll give it a shot. On one condition….." They all looked at her slightly confused but waited. "You come back to see me again so I know I'm not dreaming or gone crazy." A smile finally graced her face and the turtle were relieved and ecstatic. Suddenly she was tackled in a bear hug by the goof-ball who was saying how totally awesome this was.

The next thing KC knew was that her roommate was shaking her and shouting at her that if she didn't get up now she would be late. Sitting up she was slightly groggy and looked around. There was no one in the room except for her and her roomy.

"Hey Mand, did you see someone leave the room at any point? I thought someone was in here." The brown haired woman shook her head no and said she probably dreamt it. KC sighed with a yeah then moved her left hand on her bed to feel something under it. There was a mini scroll like paper there with a ripped red piece of fabric tied around it. Quickly KC tried to open it rather clumsily. Then a huge smile spread across her face and she rolled it back up, putting the fabric back on it and put it her pocket.

While at another boring day of work she was able to take a moment to sit. She took out the piece of paper again and smiled.

~See you soon, after we kick some ass.

Catch ya later,

Raphael

P.S. I'll get yo back for the Jirk thing.~