CHAPTER 1: TIMEY-WIMEY TURTLES

ME: It's almost the turtles' 30th anniversary! I was contacted by a zebralily999 who asked me if I wanted to join a community who were writing stories for the occasion. My TMNT fics aren't as popular as my Powerpuff ones, but this was a lot of fun! This story is actually 5000 words so far. I'll be dividing them up for the chapters!

I think you guys will like it—or the idea, at least. *winks*

RAPHAEL: That makes one of us. *rolls eyes*

LEONARDO: She owns nothing besides her own OC's and the story!

DONATELLO: Thank God, might I add.

MICHELANGELO: Please enjoy and review! *grins*

Chapter 1: Timey-Wimey Turtles

Original Message (in case you want to join too!): On March 30, 2014, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise turns 30 years old. If you wish to, feel free to write a fic relating to this in any way and I'll add it to my community "TMNT 30th Anniversary Fics" after you PM its name. The community will be a collection of tons of stories relating the Turtles' 30th year. The stories can be for ANY iteration of the Turtles, maybe even for multiple iterations, too. They can be short one-shots, long multi-chapter stories, and everything in between. Plus, the plot of the fics can be anything remotely about the 30th anniversary. This anniversary is a big deal, so let as many TMNT writers as you can know about this as well and get creative and start your story, too. :D
If you have any questions, let me know and I'll answer them.

Beep. Beep. Be―ep.

"Donnie? You there...?"

"Huh? Oh, hi, Cody! How's it going over there?" A humanoid turtle wearing a purple bandana peeked over at the computer screen, dropping his screwdriver and pulling off his face-protector.

"Just fine, actually. How are the others?"

"Oh, they're fine too. So what brings you to call us?"

"Actually, as peachy as things are over here, we do have a slight problem... Or rather, I've found something strange and I don't know what to make of it."

"What do you mean?" The turtle made his way over to the machine.

The screen flashed from a young boy with red hair to a big machine. "The time window/machine has started showing random times and places. What's even weirder is that they're not just times. Some are other dimensions!"

"Wait, what? What is it showing right now?" Buttons were being pressed as a beeping sounded.

"I don't know, actually. I see a giant, round metal...dome. It has this giant eye thing at the top, and there are lots of purple-uniformed ninjas surrounding it. I see a man wearing some metal plates on his shoulder and a metal mask too."

Donatello's eyes narrowed. "...The Technodrome."

"Mikey, what are you doing?"

"Oh hey, guys. I was just getting some pizza from the fridge and feeding Ice Cream Kitty," a small turtle said, grinning.

The tall turtle who'd called over to him frowned. "You weren't going to feed her hot pizza again, were you? You know she could melt."

"I know, Donnie. It was just that one time! And ICK can still regenerate after almost melting. She's stronger than most ice cream," Mikey whined.

"Well, pass me a cheesicle, will you?"

"Sure thing. What do you need that for?"

"All geniuses need a snack," Donatello replied, pulling his goggles over his eyes as he went back to his lab. "I'm going to be working on that retro-mutagen again, so stay outta trouble."

Michelangelo pouted. "It's not fair! You don't trust me."

"If I did, we would've already been blown up by now," Donnie retorted.

Michelangelo rolled his eyes. "That one time, Donnie. And I didn't even blow it up! It was just a―"

"Small explosion; I know," the purple bandana-wearing turtle responded with his own eye-roll.

"Will you guys be quiet? I can't concentrate."

"Raph, all you've been doing is slap that punching dummy of yours around all day. Can't you do something productive?" Donatello asked. "I'm sure the punching bag would appreciate it."

"Watch that smart mouth of yours, Donatello. Better it than you," Raphael smirked, swinging his sai in his hands.

"Where's Leo?" asked Michelangelo. "Last time I saw him, he was meditating."

"Who cares about that? If he wants to be boring, let him." Raphael stabbed the dummy in the shoulder before spinning around and kicking it in the head.

"Shouldn't you be a little more concerned about your own brother, Raph?" Donnie asked, rolling his eyes.

"I got my own problems to deal with, dude. Like I still can't believe Karai's our half-sister. Doesn't that mean Leo can't be with her then?" Raph snorted.

"Go easy on the guy, Raph. Karai isn't exactly related to us; we aren't Splinter's actual children, remember?" Donatello pointed out.

"Shut up," Raphael said. "If he calls us his sons, it's good enough for me. Karai―Miwa; whatever―on the other hand...I'm not so sure about."

"Master Splinter said that Karai has good in her, right?" Mikey called, petting the glob of ice cream known as "Ice Cream Kitty".

Raphael hit the dummy one last time before flopping down onto the couch. "I'll believe it when I see it," he retorted.

Meanwhile, the very turtle the three brothers were talking about was marching through the sewers. "We were so close to changing everything," he groaned. "Karai almost found out the truth―but she wouldn't believe us!"

Pausing, the turtle sighed and sat down on the curb of the sewer. "...Oh, Karai. What can I do to show you that we're not the enemy...?"

All of a sudden, a giant flash of light appeared in the middle of the sewers.

Standing up, the turtle wearing the blue bandana pulled out his two katana blades. "Who's there?" he demanded.

But it appeared that the visitors didn't hear him, because two arguing voices sounded.

"Krang, where on earth have you landed us?"

"Don't ask me"―a burp sounded―"Bebop and Rocksteady are the ones who set the thing!"

"Why'd you trust those two idiots with the machine, anyway?"

"Well, someone had to keep an eye on the portal."

"Humph. That may be so, but it doesn't look like we actually went anywhere. We're still in the blasted sewers again."

Leonardo ducked behind a wall, watching as the light faded and two silhouetted figures stepped out of the thing that had been confirmed to be a portal.

"Stop your complaining, Shredder. You take what you can get."

Leo felt incredibly confused. First off, the Kraang weren't talking in repetitive, run-on sentences. And second off, the Shredder hardly sounded very menacing.

Peeking around the corner, he saw a purple cape disappearing around another corner. Taking a deep breath, Leonardo raced off to the turtles' lair, wanting to warn his brothers about the sudden event.

Racing through the wet sewers, Leo soon made it to the familiar place that he called "home". Skidding inside, he was greeted with Michelangelo balancing pizza boxes on his head (or trying to), and Raphael watching TV.

"Guys, where's Donnie? I have big news, and he's the one who might be able to make sense of it all," Leo called.

"Donnie's in his lab. I'll go grab him." Mikey dropped the boxes and dashed off.

Raph got up. "What's the big news?"

"I just saw something weird happen," Leo muttered.

"Weirder than Karai being our sister...?" Raphael shot back.

"...Don't try me, Raph." Leonardo turned away.

"You could've told us, Leo."

"You wouldn't have believed me! I told Splinter it was time to tell you, didn't I?" Leonardo snapped.

"Guys, guys, guys! Calm down!" The tall, gangly turtle Michelangelo had fetched appeared, pulling off his goggles. "What's going on?"

"I just saw the Shredder and a Kraang in the sewers," Leonardo explained.

"So what're we waiting for? Let's kick some shell!" Raphael responded eagerly, swinging his sai.

"Wait, no! Let me finish―it wasn't the Shredder or Kraang we know. The Kraang wasn't talking in weird, run-on sentences, and the Shredder wasn't as serious," Leo explained.

"That...That is weird," Donnie finally commented.

"I think Leonardo's gone off the deep end." Raphael did a cuckoo signal.

"No, it's...it's not impossible. Remember the Kraang―our Kraang's gateway device? We saw other worlds, dimensions, and times there. One of them included us turtles, but in a different form."

"Oh, you mean the one where we looked like dorks?" Mikey blinked.

"Shut it, Mikey." Raphael hit his brother upside the head.

"Oww," the little turtle whined.

"Yes, that one. That means that there are other worlds with us in it. And this new 'Shredder' and 'Kraang' must belong to one of those worlds," Donatello speculated.

"That's crazy!" Raphael responded, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, but possible. Very possible, actually." Donatello pointed at Raph. "You saw that other dimension with your own eyes. We're not alone in our world, Raphael. I mean, we already know aliens exist, and we're mutant turtles, so―"

"Whoa, dudes. This is mondo bizarro. I like, totally don't dig these sewers, man. They're way dirtier than back home."

Donatello spun around, whipping out his Bo staff. "Who's there?" he demanded.

Something―or rather, someone―rounded the corner just then. "I could ask you the same question."

Donnie's eyes widened and he dropped the staff.

"What's the matter, Donatello?" Leo asked, turning around when he heard the clang.

"G-Guys, we're not alone... I-It's...It's..."

"Spit it out already, Don," Raphael called.

"It's...teenage mutant ninja turtles!" Donatello finally managed to blurt out, pointing at the four figures ahead of him.

"In the flesh, my man," one of them called.

ME: So the first chapter is kinda short, but hopefully they'll get longer! And who do you think these new turtles are?

DONATELLO: Well. They're obviously—mmph!

ME: *covers his mouth with hand* Let the readers figure it out, Donnie—even if it is fairly obvious!

MICHELANGELO: Don't forget to review or join the event if you feel like it!