A/N: I can't believe I wrote this. But that I did! This fanfic uses the turtles based on the Nickelodeon show, and it's set somewhere in season 3. And of course... the influential, revolutionary game that is Undertale!
An idea sprouted in my head, and... you know me. I can't leave it alone! So I'm writing it down now. Now or never, right?
In case you're wondering why there has been an astounding lack of writing lately... I've kind of lost confidence in my writing skills. I feel like they aren't as good as they can be. English being my second language, I struggle pretty hard. So, now, I decided, f*ck it, I'll just write like I want to write: my fingers flowing over the keyboard like ninjas jumping between rooftops. Speaking of ninjas...
I love Mikey and Donnie so much! (Or should I say, the B-team? Huh huh). Mikey for his Pinkie Pie-ish Keet-like personality and Donnie for his adorable adorkableness! (Being voiced by Greg Cipes and Rob Paulsen respectively automatically awesome-ifies them anyway) So, no surprise they will be the main characters of this story... along with the skelebros, of course! But don't worry, I plan to have the other turtles, April, Casey, Toriel, Undyne and many more in there as well! I'll see when it's fitting to squeeze 'em in.
I can't promise this story will ever be finished (look at all the deadfics I have, ugh...) I don't know why I can't just finish stories, or simply continue them, it's just... sometimes, my interest dies out. Well, I can at least say I'm looking forward to writing this right now! I'm working on the next chapter tomorrow.
Enjoy!
"Doonnnnnieeeee... I'm so boored..." Michelangelo whined, stretching over his brother's work bench, much to the latter's annoyance.
"Then go bug someone else, Mikey!" Donatello yelled, feeling his patience faltering as he was making the final touches on his invention, which resembled some kind of huge gizmo-gun.
"But they're out! Leo is practicing his stuff with Splinter, Raph angrily shoved me out of his room playing with his action figures, April and Casey are watching a movie... You're the only living soul here, dude! Can't I help you out or something? Anything?"
Donnie flatly stared at him square in the eye.
"Remember when you spilled that brain worm mixture on me, reversing my IQ points? I lost the little dignity I had left in front of April!"
"But I also cured you!" Mikey countered, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture with huge kitty-cat eyes. "Please, let me do something to help you!"
Donnie pinched the bridge of his nose, giving a sigh. Though he hated to admit it, when Mikey had a point about something, he was still pretty clueless about how spot-on he was about it. Mikey had also made that retro-mutogen being his doofus self, when it had taken him months of research to find one himself.
"Okay." He surrendered, disliking the hopeful look on Mikey's face, "but if you ruin anything, ANYTHING, you will never help me again. Understood?"
"As understood as ice-cream kitty when I lock him in the freezer for the night... or something." He trailed off, his brother already getting a bad feeling about agreeing to this.
Donnie raised his finished work, holding is as if it were equipped for combat. He opened his mouth to proudly present his creation until Mikey interrupted him, looking suspicious while also scratching his head.
"Wait a sec, isn't that the Portal Gun from Portal 2?" Mikey asked, eyeing it. Donnie turned a deep shade of red, confirming Mikey's indictment.
"Well, no... you see... uhh... well sort of, kind of... a little, I mean..." Mikey just stared at him as if to say 'it totally is'.
The taller brother yelled out in admission, "ALRIGHT, FINE! I based the construction off of a videogame gun. Sue me!"
Mikey's eyes began to shine. "That's like when you made your stuff from the Super Mega Force Five Team V robot. That's so cool, dude!"
Taking in that his brother wasn't caring much that he had been inspired by an invention from a video game, Donnie's embarrassment quickly dissipated, and his pride came back full force.
"I know, right? I studied the construction of the portal gun from its design, then calculated which parts could be used to make an equivalent in real life by using the analog of Kraang technology, as well as modifying the configuration to fit that of-"
"Oh, look! Pizza time!" Mikey shouted as he made a point of trying to leave the room. Donnie rolled his eyes, feeling frustrated he had no one to share his passion for inventing with.
"Anyway," Donnie kept going before he could feel tempted to go on his trademark tangent, "Like with every finished invention, I need to test it first."
Donatello made a portal on one side of the room, and made the other one on the opposite side, the shorter turtle staring on in awe. "All you need to do is stick your arm through one of them, and it should appear out the other one. But be careful, I don't know what it entails yet, so don't just-"
"Piece of pizza! Booya-kasha!" Mikey shouted and ran to the one closest to them.
"What the shell are you doing?!" Donnie warned, but it was too late, his brother had eagerly jumped straight through the portal. He put a hand to his forehead, contemplating the choices in his life. "When is he going to listen to me for once?" He was so busy feeling irritated it took several minutes until he realized Mikey hadn't come out of the other portal.
- UNDERGROUNDS -
Michelangelo found himself in the gloominess of some sort of cave. He blinked as he looked around, trying to take in anything which wasn't obscured by the dark. Beneath his feet he felt squashy sensations of petals, ticklish. The only light in the room was several small spots a few feet in front of him, similarly to when a sun would peek through the smaller cracks of the ceiling.
He was still too stunned to realize he hadn't jumped through to the other side of Donnie's lab, expecting his older brother to explode on him for his carelessness.
"Wow, this is... what's that word he would use... some mal-funct-ion?" Even he himself knew that, while he was a meathead, even Donnie wasn't immune to making mistakes. Well, ain't this some mistake to make! He had no idea where he was. Was it like in his alien comics when the portal would lead a way to some alternate-"
"Hey, get off me, punk!" He suddenly heard, and jumped just as quickly away, since it came from somewhere behind him. While his first instinct was to apologize, he instead grabbed for his nunshucks in defense. If this truly was another dimension like his comics had preached was a possibility, maybe an innocent gesture like that could be considered serious offense here... wherever he was.
He faced where the sound had come from. Nothing there. Question marks overriding his mind, he frantically looked back and forth.
"I'm down here, jerk!" Said the voice again. He looked down, and was definitely not expecting to see what he discovered.
It was a flower with... a face. Mikey immediately gushed in joyous gusto.
"Oh, my gosh! You're soo cute!" He said and tickled its chin with his finger. "Cootchie-cootchie-coo!" Much to the dismay of his newly assumed petally friend.
"Get your slimy fingers off of me, freak! I'm not cute! I'm the monster of your worst nightmares! I'll force you to reload your save file!" It frailed about, shooting pellets going every which way, which the turtle dodged without even trying. Mikey wasn't the least threatened but he still respected his privacy by stepping back.
"Yeah, don't think so, flowey. Nothing scares me more than Squirrelanoids, and I can say for certain you're not one." Mikey claimed with confidence, crossing his arms.
"How dare you! I- wait... How did you know my name was Flowey?" Flowey asked, puzzled. Mikey was just as surprised he had gotten it right, widening his eyes.
"Wait... that's your name? Flowey? No offense, but that sounds really lame." He kept on talking before Flowey could react with a huff. "That crosses one option as your name then. How about the Pellet Poisoner? The Super Stigma? No, no... I got it!" Talking to himself, he raised a forefinger in the air the same moment the right name landed in his head.
"I'll name you Monika!"
"You're not naming me anything! My name is Flowey!" The flower yelled in protest. "And Monika? I understand your other ideas, but that doesn't even make sense!"
"Just... Monika. You don't get it?"
"No!"
"Your loss, then. It's ingenious either way." Mikey concluded proudly.
Then, out of nowhere, a light brightened up the cave, a portal appearing as its source, and running toward them came a turtle with very mixed expressions; fury, confusion, fear rolled into one messy emotion. Donatello.
"Mikey! What did I tell you?! No Leroy Jenkinsing! You were supposed to...!" Noticing Flowey made his voice trail off, and so did his steps. "Is that... a flower with a face?"
"My name is Flowey! Oh, whatever! Screw you, guys, I'm outta here!" Flowey returned to the soil where he had grown from, vanishing without a trace. Donnie rubbed his eyes, not believing what he was seeing. Mikey just stood there, shoulders shrugged sheepishly. However, his brother was much too baffled, his seething anger subsiding.
"I named him Monika!" The shorter turtle proudly enlightened the situation, which didn't do much to cease the thoughts surging through Donnie's head.
Having regained a little of his religion, Donnie put a hand to his chin, thinking of each and every logical possibility for this phenomenon.
"Mikey... what else did he say to you?" Donnie finally asked, still musing, as his brother thoughtlessly answered.
"Oh, I dunno. Something about being a monster... then lots of gibberish even I couldn't comprehend. Then he shot pellets at me!" Mikey explained, dawning on him just how weird it actually was.
"This shouldn't be possible." Donnie spoke, somewhat anxious at this revelation, "flowers can't talk, much less descend to where they came from. Unless..." He looked at the other turtle, hoping he also was hit with the same idea he was. Surprisingly, he was, a rare moment of clarity showing.
"Wait... Are you saying... that was a mutant?"
"Could be. I mean, what else could it be? I've never seen anything like this. Trust me, I know a thing or two about botany, after all those times we had to deal with mutants like the Creep..."
Donnie, looked to the long, stretching tunnel ahead of them, neverending as an invitation. One look at Mikey, and it was met with a serious nod his direction. His gaze flickered back. If there were more mutants here, they needed to take care of them. They couldn't afford another invasion courtesy of another cowardly hiding by the Kraang.
One step forth...
They felt filled with determination.
A/N: Hope it's okay! I think it is.
Why did I make a reference to Doki Doki Literature Club? Why? 'Cause it scared the crap out of me, which is hard to do (I love horror), and I can't get it out of my head. Especially when it shares elements with Undertale! I recommend it strongly, but don't play it if you can't take a little disturbance. Like I said, it even frightened me...
See ya next time! Mwah!
