Summary: Short One-shot about Mikey as he thinks he is going to die.
Disclaimer: The Turtle aren't mine.
Supposedly, as you die, you see a luminous, white light waiting for you at the end of a tunnel. The movies always tell you 'Don't go towards the light!' in loud, warning tones that end in sobs as the person who is dying ignores the admonishment and kicks the bucket anyway.
Well, I fear that my time is drawing to close, as I lay on the cold, hard floor and the dark, red liquid seeps through my fingers. The darkness encompasses my body, and as I stare into it, I see the white glow that must surely be waiting for me at the end of the tunnel. It nears, and I close my eyes, realizing that if there is one thing I don't want to do right now, it's to die.
I can feel its beams on me, and I can't help but peek, squinting through the brightness to see a figure behind the light. Is it an angel, waiting to welcome me into heaven or where ever I'll go?
"Mikey?" the soft, gentle voice speaks and I frown in confusion. The light dims as it is set on the floor and hands shake me. Don is kneeling next to me, carefully avoiding the sticky red mess that signals my demise.
"Donny?" I whisper, relief growing inside me.
"Mikey, what are you doing on the floor in front of Raph's room? And why do you have red paint all over you?"
"Eh…hehe, funny you should mention that." I pulled myself up.
Suddenly, the door in front of me opens and my hot tempered older brother steps out. Not yet aware of what had been happening, Raph freezes at the sight of my body, which had stumbled slightly at the sight of him and was covered with blood red paint.
"Mikey, What happened? You alright?" He asks, rushing over to my side. I flinch. He thinks I'm actually bleeding and believes I must have been attacked. He's actually concerned for me. But once he finds out the truth, that concern will quickly turn to rage.
"I'm fine, Raph, I just-"
"Wait, that ain't blood I smell." He glances around, and takes note of the overturned can of paint that sits next to his door. His eyes narrow when he looks at me again, and I back up, holding my hands up in defense. "Mikey…You weren't doin' what I think you were doin', were ya?"
"Ermmm…Yes?" I say tentatively, prepared to run with a split second's warning. He growls as he advances. "Donny, little help here?"
"Nope, you got yourself into this mess and you're gonna have to get yourself out of it." He says, turning around and heading back to his lab. Raph pounces and I squeal, running away as fast as my legs could carry me.
Because if Raph catches me, I'm dead.
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