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Mikey panted heavily as he ran for his life. The sounds of pursuit were right behind him, pushing him to run faster. He leaped to the next rooftop, barely grasping the edge of the ledge before he fell. His opponent took the jump and landed where Mikey had been just seconds before. The turtle raced on. An unseen hand reached out from the shadows to grab his ankle, bringing him down. No amount of struggling could free it and soon his adversary was upon him. He screamed and thrashed as the Thraxxen pinned him and leaned in for the killing blow. Suddenly, his brother's voice called out to him, "Mikey! Wake up!"

"Noooo!" Mikey screamed as the Thraxxen turned its head towards the new voice. "Run away Don! I'll hold him off!" He threw the Thraxxen away and began to run again, his tired legs moving at a fraction of the pace that they had moments before.

A jolt threw him off the rooftop and he began to fall. He screamed as he plummeted to his death. He indistinctly heard Donnie's voice again as another jolt caused him to sit bolt upright in bed. He tried to remember to breathe again, but his body refused. Mikey turned to look at a concerned Don.

Leo and Raph walked in, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. "What's wrong?" Leo had one of his katanas in his hand, ready at a moment's notice.

"A Thraxxen was chasing me. I fell and it was going to eat me, then I heard Don and it was gonna eat him, and then I-" Donnie shushed him.

"We're all safe. Everything is ok. There is no such thing as a Thraxxen." He placed his cool hand on Mikey's sweating forehead. The orange banded turtle slowly relaxed and fell into Donnie's embrace, completely exhausted.

Donatello gently laid his brother back into bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin. Leo and Raph had already left the room and Don joined them on the couch.

"So, Donnie, what's a Thraxxen?" Leo ventured.

Don shook his head. "A fictional comic book alien. It was featured in one of the horror movies that Mikey watched a few months ago." He stood and grabbed his computer. "This is what it looks like." He showed them an image of a giant insect-like creature. It had massive, red eyes that dominated its face and mandibles that looked like they could crush the Battle Shell to smithereens. Its legs had long, barbed hairs growing off of them, and a single, huge needle-like stinger was dripping poison and ready to kill.

Raph gave an involuntary shiver as he glanced at the monstrosity that was presented before him. He hated bugs, odd for someone living in a sewer, but he presented his tough-guy facade almost flawlessly.

Leo studied the picture. "I could see why this would scare Mikey. He shouldn't be watching movies like this." He concluded.

Don nodded. "I've told him that, but he doesn't listen."

Any further conversation was stalled by an irritating screech and a red light that flooded their home. "Uh-oh." Donnie said, his face paling.

"What does uh-oh mean?" Raph growled. Don remained silent as he studied the data on his computer. "Don?"

Don grabbed his staff from where he had left it and stood, his eyes never leaving the computer. "Guys, we've got a major problem on our hands." He turned to them, just as Mikey walked out of his room, rubbing his eyes. "Three of our enemies have teamed up and are combing the sewers, the Purple Dragons, the Foot, and the Kraang."