Title: Fly on the Wall

Summary: A denizen of the dark has come to terrorize our favorite turtles. What is this creature that lurks in darkness and dwells in filth? Find out in this short tale of mystery and deception.

WARNING: This is a pretty short story and an odd one at that. Still, I hope you guys enjoy reading it! :D

Don't look at it straight in the eyes.

Don't let it catch you watching.

If you do, it's all over.

I crept to the left as stealthily as I could; keeping my breathing slow and steady knowing full well that even the tiniest breeze could alert it of my presence. I licked my lips in anticipation for the kill. All else faded from my vision. I had eyes only for my prey.

My upper lip curled up to sneer in pure undiluted disgust, not only for what it was but for everything it represented. Dirt, Grime, Bacteria, Filth. Its mere appearance was revolting, its bulbous red eyes staring off into space as it feasts upon everything it sets upon with its long black snout. In the silence of the room, the low buzzing sound it emitted seemed too loud for my hearing, sending shivers up and down my spine. I glared at it fiercely as it once again began to rub its two front legs together as if in mock prayer.

That's right.

I thought as I raised my weapon high above my head.

Pray.

Pray, for your death is at hand, fiend!

I yelled silently, bringing my hand down to crush its tiny filthy body.

"DONNY!"

Only to find that it had flown away.

In anguish, I growled out loud and turned upon my aggressor.

"You…" I muttered with a snarl and a glint in my eye.

"… Yeah…?" he replied, voice unsure. I could almost smell the fear (or amusement, it highly depends upon how you look at the situation) leak out his body as he shook in suppressed fright (or mirth, more likely, considering who I was dealing with).

Without another word, he took off shrieking with that ear piercing scream of his, orange mask tails trailing behind him.

"MIKEY! Get back here! You KNOW how that fly's been driving me crazy all DAY!" I yelled out in frustration as I ran after my brother, fly swatter in hand.

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A/N: LOL. How bout some R&R yeah?

Actually, I thought of a plot that fits as a back story for this. But I don't really feel like writing it if nobody's gonna read it hahaha! So, can I get some feedback please? BUT NO FLAMES! Constructive criticism is MUCH appreciated though. I don't know anyone who can beta for me lol

Anyway! Want me to write a back story for this? Go ahead and ask!

I am but your humble servant. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, I'm just using Laird's characters to amuse myself. :D