I don't own the turtles.
Leo: You own me.
Me: Ya… *looks at his ring* you're kinda right. But for copy right purposes, you're not mine.
Leo: *sighs* oh well close enough
If this wasn't hell, he didn't know what was. The lair was quiet, too freaking quiet, and even he couldn't move the gray cloud that hung over the lair. He wished he could break the silence. He wished he could hear himself speak again. He could turn on the TV but that would just be empty noise as well. It was so unnatural.
He wished he could hear Donnie in his lab working on his newest gizmo. Unfortunately, the lab had a thick lair of dust and a general smell of stale unused. He gazed sadly at the door. Donnie would never again come out those doors yelling about some amazing invention. Donnie would never sit silently in the corner curled up with blue prints or a big book while his older brothers fought. He'd never be greeted with a small, caffeine supplied 'hello' from the purple clad turtle on the computer. Donatello, in his essence, was gone.
He looked at Raphael's punching bag. It just hung silently from its post, not a punch to be found. It would take Raph a long time before he would learn to hit his bag again, if he ever did. Raphael would never again be able to go topside by himself. Raph would never be able to go biking or go to the movies either. Not to mention no more wrestling matches against Casey or yelling matches against Leo. He'd never be chased throughout the lair again by his red banded brother. Raphael, in his essence, was no more.
He finally stepped into the dojo. There were no sounds, no Leo doing katas. Sure, Leonardo could still do katas but it was not the same. Leonardo would never again be able to run across the roof tops by himself, alert for any enemies nearby. Leonardo would never be able to protect his brothers in battle or come to their aide ever again. Leo would no longer listen to his father's teachings, or be the top student in everything. He would no longer be able to bug his brother as his blue banded brother perfected his concentration. Leonardo, in his essence, was never to be again.
Michelangelo dropped to his knees. He couldn't take it much longer. This was no longer their home. Yes, they were all still alive, and yes Splinter was still here. But he wished he was dead. He would no longer be able to tell jokes to his loving brothers, or get obnoxious while playing with his favorite video games and action figures. Splinter had no idea what to do with them. They were broken beyond repair this time. Because just like his brothers before him; Michelangelo, in his essence, was dead.
Can you tell me what happened to the turtles? The first one to get it can have a free one shot on any topic involving the turtles except a Mary Sue love story. Give me a prompt people. Anyway good luck.