All right, this story was spawned in the dead of night (aka an afternoon of procrastination), inspired by conversations in an RP I once participated in.

Enjoy... Muwahahahaha! I do not own the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Nor do I own any of their allies, villains, or affiliates (hehe I said legal words)

"Gather round for a story most horrifying!"

"Just get on with it."

"They say he crawled up from the depths of Hell because it getting a little too spacious down there. He was sent here to find souls to drag back down there. Doesn't care who. Could be you, or you, or even yoooou!"

"Ha ha ha. Shut up."

"We have a non-believer! Haven't you heard what happened to the last one?"

"… Don't know, don't care. Why are we listening to this again."

"Because you lost a bet with him."

"There was a man who scoffed at the stories, told in this very building!"

"We're not in a-"

"It's rude to interrupt! He laughed and called it 'A bunch of baloney!' And went out anyways. Right into the creature's territory. And do you know what happened to him?"

"He was caught and dragged to Hell. That's how all these stupid stories go."

"Wrong! The foul monster stood over him and the man was afraid, but he was a bold man. So he offered up a deal. He offered up his life in service to the creature. A chance to live a little longer, if what he got could be called living. The creature granted him the deal and made him into a freakish man-monster to aid him in his hunts!"

"Wait. I'm a 'freakish man-monster?"

"Shhh! You're ruining the story!"

"I have to take this shit too so sit down and shut up."

"And now the servants of Hell stalk the night, preying upon the streets of New York. They like to feast upon Purple Dragon flesh and the creature wears a mask on his face, dyed red with the blood if initiates.
The man-monster wears a human skull as a mask to cover his features and they say that somewhere in his never-ending bag of pain-"

"Bag of pain. I kinda like that."

"HE CARRIES a chainsaw… waiting for his chance to wreak bloody vengeance upon the Dragons."

"… And you heard all that while you were hiding in a dumpster?"

"Yup! Every word!"

"I call BS."

"Duuuuude!"

"You made all that up and now I get to pound ya."

"Aw. Come on! Raaaaaph! Eep!"

"Aren't you going to join the fun Casey?"

"Nah. Some initiate wet his pants last week spoutin' off about souls and ketchup. Guess I know why now. Anybody else thirsty? I'm gonna go grab a beer."

"…"

"Mikey! Get back here!"

"Aw come on! It was just a little literary exaggeration!"

"I'll show you exaggeration!"

"…Kitchen?"

"Kitchen."

And there you have it! My first all-dialogue fic! What did you think! No, you don't have to review, but I would very much appreciate it.
Oh, and the line about 'souls and ketchup' was a tip of the hat to 'Splinter's Rules for the Lair' by inuficcrzy . Which is a hilarious fic that should be read by all.

I hope you enjoyed this burst of randomness. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night. Depending on your time zone. :D