Long time no write. I'm posting another incredibly old fic I wrote in ~2012. Hope it's still enjoyable, as I haven't watched the TV show in years.
Also, out of curiosity, did a 2017 Stealthy Stories fanfic competition ever happen this year? I follow the blog on Tumblr, but never saw any info about it.
Enjoy.
"Dude, what I would do for a warm slice of pizza right about now! Warm... savory... mmmmm..." Michelangelo drooled at the thought, then shook his head rapidly to clear the images of dancing pizza from his mind. He was out on patrol right now, and Leo would kill him if he missed some sort of suspicious activity because he was too busy daydreaming. Not that it had ever stopped him before, but he was on his best behavior right now to convince him to get said pizza when finished. Sadly, he trudged on, leaping past the alley and screeching to a stop. He backtracked and stood in the mouth of the alley, gaping at what sat before him.
"No way!" he gasped. A box of full, steaming pizza lay open on one of the dumpsters. "All right!" He bounded up to it and sniffed at it. Who would just leave a pizza alone like this? He looked over his shoulder suspiciously. Well, it smelled okay. Better than okay, actually. Mikey's stomach growled, and he patted his carapace tenderly. He looked around one more time and shrugged. "Here's to not sharing with your piggy bros!" He picked up a slice and chomped down, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste. Scooping up the box, he turned and started making his way home.
Jumping down the manhole, he thought about leaving two slices left: one for Leo and one for Donnie. Raph would be so mad when he didn't get one. Mikey gigged a little bit, but a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed him. His stomach rumbled again, but this time it wasn't from hunger. He felt... weird. He staggered and reached out a hand for the wall, fumbling for his shell cell. "Dude," he groaned. "So not cool." Mikey fell to his knees and slumped over, passed out in the tunnels.
Raph had just finished his patrols and was looking for his brothers. He hopped to the sewer and looked around before he saw the slumped shape of his brother next to a half-eaten pizza.
"Mikey!" Raph sprinted over to him and turned him over, holding a hand in front of his beak to make sure he was still breathing. Mikey let out a soft snore, and Raph's nervousness immediately dissolved into irritation. "You have got to be kidding me." He rolled his eyes and hauled Mikey over his shoulder, grimacing. Man, this kid needs to lose some weight, he moaned to himself, staggering a bit. Carefully bending down again, he scooped up the pizza box and headed on his way, complaining under his breath about how Mikey would eat himself stuffed and then fall asleep literally everywhere. He complained about it all the way back to the lair.
Unceremoniously, he dumped Mikey on his bed, in the most uncomfortable position hanging off ever. Rolling his eyes one last time, he headed to the living room and settled onto the couch, carrying the pizza box with him. He turned the TV on and shoved a slice in his mouth, chewing with his mouth open unabashedly.
By the time Leo and Donnie walked in, Raph was snoring loudly on the couch. Leo rolled his eyes and covered him with a blanket, offering the box to Donnie.
"Don't mind if I do," Donnie said, grabbing a piece. Leo snagged the last one, and after checking to make sure Mikey made it home too, headed off to the dojo. Donnie had disappeared into his lair almost immediately, mumbling all the way about some experiment he wanted to get back to. After performing some basic katas, he felt the same dizziness Mikey had before and fell, still clutching one of his swords. Donnie collapsed about the same time in his chair, goggles pushed on the top of his head.
Splinter had gone to bed hours ago, going to bed early and waking early. But if he had been awake, he would have seen an eerie flash of gold lights blaze for a only moment in the dojo and fade. In the morning, Splinter awoke early and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. His ears twitched warily; something wasn't right. He could feel it. Temporarily, he ignored it as he walked down the hallway, listening to loud and obnoxious snoring coming from the living room.
"Ah, Raphael," he sighed. He opened the door gently so as to not wake him. But when he walked in, he jerked to a stop, hands immediately going for his weapons. He snarled, ears flattening back against his head, and he lunged forward to attack.
What do you think Splinter saw? R&R.