HELLO, THIS IS MIDNIGHT12345 HERE AND THIS IS MY FIRST STORY. PLEASE ENJOY AND REVIEW FOR IDEA'S PLEASE.

Chapter 1:

Michelangelo was all alone. The faint sound of thunder could be heard in the distance. He looked scared as he stared at his dead brothers before him.

"Shadow's did this," the orange-clad turtle squeaked as he dropped a black sword covered in blood. He could not believe it. He would never kill them. "I would never kill my own brothers. I didn't do this." Michelangelo tried to convince himself that he didn't do anything to kill his brothers, but there was just too much evidence.

"Mikey..." a small voice came from one of his brothers. It was Donatello, the second youngest of the four. His purple mask was stained red with blood.

"What is it Donnie?" asked Michelangelo in a low voice. He couldn't stand to be by his brother when he was the one to hurt him that badly.

"I...H-hate YOU!" Donatello seethed with anger upon his last breath. Michelangelo couldn't take it. He hated him. Michelangelo started to run. His brother hated him. Tears stained hi mask as he ran. It felt as though darkness was closing in around him. He ran into the lair.

All he saw was blood. Splinter and April were both dead. Kusarigama stuck out of both of them. Donatello's last words spun in Mikey's head as the world around him turned black. The ground became a foot high with blood. New York was in ruins. It rained acid, but Mikey didn't feel any of it. He looked up and saw a shadow of himself holding the black sword limply at his side.

"YOU DID THIS!" it hissed. A blood red smile formed on his face.

"No!" Mikey screamed and ran. The rain made everything blurry, but he still ran with more shadows following him. He then hit a dead end, but was surrounded by shadows that all resembled himself. All of them looked entirely insane. The one with the sword stood happily in front of Michelangelo, its smile wide, and it stabbed the orange-clad turtle through the heart, and everything went black again. The only thing he noticed was a ringing in his ears that gradually grew louder.
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Mikey awoke to his alarm clock. His room was the same, no blood, no sword, and no death in the air. It took him several minutes to calm down from his dream and put a smile on his face. He wouldn't let his brothers see him scared not matter what.

As he got up to go to the kitchen yawning as he opened up the door, he saw five pairs of eyes looking at him worryingly.

GOOD STORY OR HORRID STORY. I WILL LEAVE THAT FOR YOU TO DECIDE. I THINK I LEFT A CLIFFHANGER...I THINK.