Welcome to Space
A/N I do not own TMNT, but I am forever grateful for their existence.
Master Splinter was an idiot.
He should have known better than to trust the Shredder. It didn't matter if it was the end of the world, didn't the last apocalypse prove that? Whether it was Kraang or Triceraton – it did not matter. Oruko Saki wanted to watch the world burn. The planet could turn to cinders and none of that would faze him in the slightest as long as he had been given his revenge.
That stupid psychotic hell-bent obsession had been Shredder's everything. Sensei should have known better.
Part of him wished his damn Sensei hadn't died just so that he could know how damn stupid he had been. It would have been the world's longest guilt trip. It didn't matter that his Sensei had no other choice; grief had no room for petty trivialities like desperation.
No, all that was left was a memory of a world that now existed at best as a singularity where space and time had no meaning. Honeycutt said their travel back in time meant that they had a year to change things; never mind the fact that even time itself couldn't escape a black hole. Science as well as logic had left their universe already: Splinter teaming up with Shredder – 'nuff said.
Them being stuck in space on some wild goose chase after some damn dinosaurs definitely didn't make him feel any better. He doubted anything could ever make feel better. At this point, comfort seemed an elusive dream that he had no right to contemplate in the first place. Those kinds of ideas was what resulted in you getting stabbed in the back by your former best friend.
Splinter should have known better. Splinter had been an idiot.
Mind, lately his life seemed composed solely of idiots. Their world had literally just gotten sucked up like a blue and green dust bunny into a cosmic vacuum cleaner and no one seemed the slightest bit upset. Casey thought they were on the adventure of a lifetime, Donatello was in geek heaven, and Leonardo was too busy fanboying at how his reality had somehow become Space Heroes. Michelangelo and April? Well in their defense they did seem a little more subdued, but frankly, he didn't give a damn. Their other party members ruined any potential points his youngest brother and red-headed friend could salvage. In his opinion they were all a bunch of idiots.
His Sensei was an idiot, his brothers were idiots, and his friends were idiots. He was surrounded by idiots!
Raphael caught his reflection in the ship's window with the stars beyond speckling his image. His forehead pressed upon the cool glass as a single tear slipped from his eye.
Damn it.
He was an idiot too.