Disclaimer: Not mine…they belong to Nickelodeon these days…
Note: Just to prevent any confusion (thank you reviewer for reminding me to do this), I figure I would let any readers know that this does not take place in any established (known) continuity. If Turtes Forever made one thing clear, it's that their are countless Turtle-verses out there. This is one of many, utilizing characters from vastly different "known" universes. There will be faces from the Fred Wolf series, the Archie-verse, the 2k3 sereis...and pretty much any other Turtle-verses are fair game...I hope this information doesn't turn any readers away.
Tales of Michelangelo
"Hello…hello…guys…this isn't funny…where are you guys…hello…anyone…eep…"
My name is Michelangelo, I currently cannot find any of my family and a strange blonde woman has just told me that apparently I am all that's standing between Earth and its destruction…
Let me tell you a story.
(Earlier that day)
"This is Vernon Fenwick, Channel 6 News, signing off…" the morning news was over.
A single figure sat on the tattered chair as he flipped through the channels, stopping on the SOAP Network. The figure was no normal man though; in fact he was not a man at all, but a large anthromorphic rat, known only as Splinter.
Splinter was enjoying the quiet for a change. His sons were out running, so for a brief moment the sub-station lair they called home was at peace. He loved his family, but there were times he was grateful to be free of them. Of course tranquility rarely lasts…and just as the old rat was caught up in his show, a loud crash interrupted his peace.
"No way dude, haha, you totally wiped-out," the voice of Michelangelo echoed.
"Well if you would pick-up your junk instead of leaving it out," the voice of Raphael.
"You could just watch where you're going bro," Michelangelo replied.
"I'm gonna knock you so hard…" Raphael rebutted.
"Guys…hey guys…you just let Leo pass you," the voice of Donatello said tailing his brothers.
"Too late, victory is mine," Leonardo said as he crossed what they had deemed the 'finish line,' back-flipping through the air in victory.
"This is all your fault Mikey," Raphael narrowed his eyes on his brother, he swung a left hook at his brother.
Michelangelo dodged the less than threatening blow, backing away from Raphael, "come on Mister Ninja, that all you go-ahh-ot…" Michelangelo slipped on the same discarded skate that Raphael had slipped on.
"Serves you right you freakin numb-skull," a grin wide across Raphael's face.
Splinter placed his head in his hands as he sighed…,"so much for quiet."
"Master," Leonardo was the first to enter the room, "we have returned from our run."
"Very good Leonardo, you and your brothers are free to do as you will for the day," the wizened rat spoke, placing his hands on the turtle before him, "but please try to keep it down, until my stories are over."
Leonardo smiled at the request, "yes Master." Turning from his master and sole father figure, Leonardo went back to join his brothers, "alright guys, good news. We have the rest of the day off."
"WooHoo!" Michelangelo shouted in response.
"Excellent, I can get some work done in the lab," Donatello exclaimed.
"Cough…nerd…cough," Raphael said jokingly, "have fun with that bro."
"First I'm gonna watch cartoons, then play video games, then I'm gonna go skateboarding, then I'm gonna…" Michelangelo continued to ramble, everyone else pretty much ignoring him.
"I'll be reading," Leonardo ended, "if anyone needs me."
"Then I'm gonna read comic books, then play more video games…" Michelangelo continued, before realizing that he was alone, and talking to himself.
Each brother had gone their own way to do their own separate activities.
The benefit of living in an abandoned subway station is the sheer amount of room available. Over the last 12 years or so they had built quite a dwelling.
Where they lived is often considered a forgotten New York, in the early years of the twentieth century, subway channels were widely available, but eventually numbers outweighed necessity. All over the city there were abandoned stations, rails and platforms, many of which were still accessible to the public. Yet, there were also stretches cut off almost completely, sometimes miles were lost, and it was because of this Splinter and his sons could exist free of interference.
A tragedy had occurred well over 50 years ago that had sealed what would become the Turtle's Lair, from easy access. People had died, and not all the bodies had been rescued. Master Splinter had told of how he had found and rescued many skeletons, placing them to be found and rescued, and potentially identified. The remains of the subway station became a place where he could salvage parts and begin a life for his sons. Only two entrances were accessible, so they remained mostly undisturbed.
The empty train cars made for ideal bedrooms; they had bathrooms (both men and women's…just in case) a den area. Donatello had turned the old ticket station into his own lab, Raphael had turned a maintenance/supply room into a makeshift weight room. Over the years they had walled off sections for various purposes, such as Splinter's meditation room. An old trolley cart had been placed in the station before the accident, which was transformed into a kitchen area. One stretch of old tracks was used for running; an area was walled off as a dojo and lined with tattered and old mats. Various appliances, electronics and the like littered the lair. It was amazing the things people threw away, and luckily Donatello took interest in things like that, and he could pretty much repair anything. All in all they had a good life.
For 12 years this had been their home, the only place they had really known. They had never really entered into the outside world, but things would change. Things, always have to change, whether they wanted them to or not.
"Go easy in there, Raph, you're shaking the walls," Michelangelo shouted, never looking from the small TV in his room as he thumbed the X-Box Controller.
"What're you talkin Mikey," Raphael stuck his head through the door that connected their 'rooms.' He was dripping water; a towel wrapped around him, apparently not long out of the shower, "you're imagin things again."
Alarms soon began sounding throughout the lair.
"Great…" Raphael said as he bolted from the door through Michelangelo's room.
Michelangelo on the other hand, pressed a button on his controller, scrolled through the onscreen menu and selected "save," before turning the system off and bolting out behind Raphael.
"What's going on?" Leonardo asked Donatello as he looked around.
"Something has breached the perimeter alarms," Donatello answered.
"I figured that much…but what?" Leo responded.
"I'm trying to make that out, but no images…uh-oh…" Donatello said.
"Uh-oh? Why the uh-oh? Uh-oh is usually not a good thing…" Michelangelo said as he and Raphael joined their brothers.
"I've lost visuals…" Donatello said softly…
"My sons…something is coming through the walls," Master Splinter said to his sons as his ears picked up the coming sounds.
Within moments the walls began crumbling, as 3-foot mechanical things, for lack of a better word, came barreling into the room.
"AH! The robot chickens are attacking! The end is coming!" Michelangelo screamed, "I'll never eat another egg again. I promise"
"Mikey, you're not helpin," Raphael stated.
"What are these things?" Leonardo asked as he unsheathed a sword from his back.
"I've never seen anything like this," Donatello answered.
"Whatever they are, I bet they're breakable," Raphael reached for the sais he usually wore, grasping nothing but air, "…oh right…shower…dammit."
Before the Turtles could even strike a first blow, the robots collapsed onto the floor.
"What da…huh?" Michelangelo moved forward, toyingly probing the robot with his toe…it didn't move.
"Electro-magnetic pulse," Donatello smiled.
"That's convenient," Raphael smirked.
"Well…that makes writing the fight scene a lot easier," Michelangelo nodded.
"So…what now…" Leonardo looked to his brothers… "I was honestly expecting a fight…"
[Elsewhere in the Universe]
"RENET!" The loud voice of Lord Simultaneous echoed through the Halls of Null Time.
"Oh no…oh no…oh no…he found out…" A young blonde woman, rather buxom, worried aloud. She slowly approached the main office of her boss, "Yessir? You bellowed?"
Renet entered the room, and behind a large desk a small man said looking forward, a stern look on his bald head.
"The Time Scepter is missing…and that usually means that you have your hands in the matter," Simultaneous said.
"I was using the Orb and saw something, I thought I could help…and somehow in some manner…that was not entirely my fault…the Scepter…kind…disappeared…" Renet replied.
"First of all you know better than to be messing with the Orb…secondly you're not supposed to even touch the Time Scepter…and finally you know you are not supposed to interfere in other worldly things…and because of all that you lost one of the most valuable artifacts in the Universe. So basically it's your responsible to find the Scepter…or die trying…or you know…whatever…"
"Yessir…" Renet said defeated.
"Have fun," and with those words, Simultaneous flicked a button on his watch and a portal opened mid-air and the buxom blonde vanished into the portal.
[Back in New York]
"Krang, is the portal ready?" a middle-aged Asian man (Japanese descent) spoke into an oversized computer monitor.
"We've been ready on this end Saki," a gurgling voice replied. The creature speaking looked mostly like a humongous brain with a face, "we're just waiting on you." The creature belched.
"So, you're turning this delay around on me?" The human, a man named Oroku Saki, asked.
"I am merely stating a fact. The Trans-Dimensional Portal has been ready for years by Earth time, we just need SOMEONE to open things up from your side," Krang responded, "it just so happens that you are supposed to be the one responsible for that…take that as you will."
"We need a strong catalyst to begin the transfer," Saki said to the brain creature.
"Well…find one…there is only so much we can do from this side," Krang gargled/belched as he spoke.
"We're working on it. I assure you Krang," Saki replied, "Stockman's Mouser robots are searching the city's underground, and I have Foot Soldiers scouring the cities. There are secrets hidden in the city that only a handful of people know of…and many of those people are often considered crazy."
"Baxter Stockman was a hack," Krang belched.
"Yes…but a valuable hack early on…" Oroku Saki responded, "and when his usefulness was up…we removed him…"
"By sending him to me…" Krang hissed.
"Well…we needed a test subject for the Portal…he was accessible…" Saki smirked.
[Elsewhere in the city]
The sky swirled pink for a moment, though most people didn't really notice.
From the swirl a woman with long blonde hair, and a fairly revealing outfit, crashed in the midst of the crowded streets, garnering several swears for the irritated pedestrians.
"That was a smoother landing that I imagined," the woman stood as she massaged her buttocks, "now…where am I?"
The woman looked around for any signs of her location. A newspaper resting on a bench gave the answer she was looking for, "May 19, 2012…New York Sun."
"Well, that answers that," the woman tossed the papers aside, "now to find the Turtles…or at least find a way to begin to find them…how hard can it be?"
TBC
See you next time…