Hiya, everybody! If you're one of the original readers, I'm the author taking over Reversed from Double M B! If you're new, welcome! All credit goes to Double M B for the idea and the first few chapters, but I'm going to try and write the rest! Also, thank you to mellowmonsters and comfycozysweaters on Tumblr for coming up with the idea of reversed turtles!
Disclaimer - I don't own any ninja turtles. I just spend too much of my life writing about them!
And I think that's all for now... Enjoy!
Normal POV
Sanity is something that's not easy to keep. You could just stop being sane at any moment. You wouldn't have any worries or problems; you wouldn't have a care in the world. It's so easy, but your sanity keeps you from letting go. It keeps you from losing your mind. It's the whole reason why you don't do stupid things. But, sanity has its cons. It makes you care too much for other people. It makes you over-thing the possibilities of a situation. It makes you want to do things for other people and make sacrifices for them. It's your choice to keep your sanity or let it go. It's all up to you...
The turtles stood together with their shells against each others', the Kraang surrounding them. It would've been like any other night, except that the Kraang had a new gun prototype, and they brandished it wildly, waving it around and gesturing towards the turtles. They babbled in their strange, eerie language, tentacles waving outside their robot bodies.
"I wonder what that gun does-" Don started, a look of wild excitement in his eyes. Raph slapped a hand over his mouth and glared.
"You can fangirl about science when we get home, egghead!" Raph said. Donnie glared at him and pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"It's not called fangirling, Raphael!" Donnie exclaimed. He shifted his weight. "It's called fanBOYing!" Leo sighed.
"Stop fighting you two!" Leo ordered. Raph gave Don a shove and went back to his fighting stance. Mikey grinned and looked over.
"You'd think that it'd be me and Raph fighting... or Leo and Raph. Or-" Mikey said, jarring back to the present with a slap from Raphael.
"Shut it!" He said. Leo rolled his eyes.
"Guys, stop, we need to be serious." He said.
"We are," They all answered. Leo was on the verge of slapping his forehead over and over until he got a concussion, but he had to keep it together. A Kraang bot snapped at his colleague and aimed the new device at the four turtles.
"What is that?!" Donnie asked, mostly to himself, jaw hanging wide open. Mikey glanced over and used the edge of his nunchuck to close his mouth.
"This device will make the ones known as 'the turtles' act differently then how the ones called 'the turtles' act at the time unit known as now." The Kraang said in his monotone voice. Raph smirked.
"Try us." He mocked, twirling his Sai. It almost seemed like the Kraang was grinning as he pulled the trigger. A bright blue beam filled the room and the turtles were knocked down.
Mikey's POV
I sat up abruptly and rubbed my head. "Where am I?" I wondered out loud, using my hand to try and push myself up off the ground; I got dizzy and stayed down. There was a low chuckle in the distance, and I could feel the back of my neck tingle. "Who's there?" I asked, looking around in the darkness. I heard a noise behind me and suddenly there was the chain of a nunchuck around my neck, digging into my skin.
"Oh, Mikey." An evil voice laughed from behind me, "Poor, innocent Mikey." He continued with a chuckle.
"Who are you?" I demanded, gritting my teeth. The cold metal dug sharply into my skin, and I gulped nervously.
"You know me, Mikey. And I know you. Better than you think, actually." He said, sliding the nunchuck from my neck. I took a deep breath and rubbing my neck gently, stood up to face the evil presence.
It… It was me!
Mikey stood before me with dark, dark circles under his eyes and an evil grin plastered on his face. Blood dripped from his hands and nunchucks, pooling into small puddles on the ground. I took a step back.
"You are not me." I said, reaching slowly for my own nunchucks, only to find them gone.
"Stupid creature you are. It's sad really," He said, rubbing his bloody hands on the nunchucks. He licked the blood off of his pinky and smirked at me. I could feel my beak screw up in disgust as I watched the blood drip from his mouth.
"What's sad is that you like the taste of blood!" I yelled, pointing at him.
"Oh, but dear Michelangelo, it tastes so good." He said, offering me one of the red nunchucks. "And it looks like you're missing something truly special." He said, nodding towards my belt. I gritted my teeth.
"I'll never try blood!" I said, sticking my tongue out and gagging at the very thought. Mikey – well, evil Mikey - chuckled.
"You'll really like it, my friend." He said, throwing a nunchuck at me. "Trust me…" I gasped and tried to dodge it but I wouldn't budge. The nunchuck hit my face and blood started running down from my forehead. I closed my eyes and clamped my mouth shut.
"Come on, Mikey. Just a taste." He purred. I heard his footsteps coming closer and closer. I felt his cold hands touch my face and I jerked my head away. Cold breath rushed across my cheek as he leaned in and whispered. "Don't make me mad. You won't like me when I'm mad." He kicked me in the plastron, and I grunted my mouth opening slightly. Blood ran straight into it and I hunched over immediately, trying to spit it out.
It DID taste good actually. My eyes widened in surprise. Mikey cocked his head to the side with an evil smile.
"What do you think now, dear Michelangelo?" He asked, walking over and putting an arm around my shoulders. I licked my lips. Tasting the blood only made me crave more. I didn't care who it was from. I needed more. "Now, I must teach you one other thing, brother." I looked at him, half scared and half insane.
"W-what?" I asked, licking the blood from my lips. I knew this wasn't right, but it tasted soo good!
"Do you ever hurt anyone for fun?" He asked, picking his nunchucks up and placing them in his belt.
"No! Never!" I yelled, shocked. I rushed at him, fists up in substitute for my 'chucks. He grabbed my carapace and flipped me over like I was nothing.
"I'm craving blood and you are making me mad, dear friend." Mikey gritted his teeth, pinning me down by sitting on my plastron. I just stared at him as he stood back up. "Why don't you hurt people for fun?" He asked, putting his hands behind his shell and walking around me; I pushed myself up off the ground.
"Because it's wrong, that's why!" I replied, yelling at him again.
"Don't raise your voice at me!" He ordered, narrowing his – no MY! - blue eyes. "It's not wrong if they have wronged you." He said. I thought about this, tilting my head to the side in thought. As much as I hated to admit it, he did have a point.
"But that's revenge!" I exclaimed, putting the pieces together.
He looked at me as if I had just stated the obvious. "And?"
"R-revenge is wrong! You need to forgive people. That's what Master Splinter always said."
"Ha! But that's so hard, my friend!" He said with an over-dramatic sigh. I had no response. He was right. It was much easier to get revenge and get blood. I smiled.
"So, innocent people won't get hurt, right?" I asked. He grinned and walked over, putting an arm around me.
"Of course not, dear Mikey. So... what do you say?"
Donnie's POV
"Hello?" I asked, looking around in the darkness. Fog crept along the ground, and I shuddered. "Hello?!" I repeated, louder this time. My voice echoed everywhere.
"Donatello." My own voice said. I swiveled around, bandana tails whipping against my cheeks. The voice was coming from every direction.
"W-who is it?" I asked, taking a step backwards. A cold hand touched my shoulder and I jumped, reaching behind for my Bo-staff; it wasn't in its holder. I spun around and faced the person.
"It's you, ignoramus." Don said, crossing his arms. He wore a lab coat and had bloody latex gloves on. Dark circles outlined his eyes and his pupils were dilated. My favorite pair of safety goggles was perched atop his head.
"W-why are you dressed like that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow ridge. His own eye ridge raised, the mirror image of mine.
"Well, I am a scientist, aren't I?" He asked.
"Yes…" I glanced down at his hands once again. "B-but why is there blood on your gloves?"
"Scientists experiment on things." He answered, walking over and trying to put a hand on my shoulder. I stepped back again before he could, and he sighed, as if he were babysitting an unintelligent child.
"What 'things' are you experimenting on?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"You ask too many questions." He said, leaning his head back and groaning. I glared at him. "I thought that we were the same! But apparently you're an idiot." He said, motioning towards me. I gritted my teeth. "Just think about it, Donatello. Who would YOU experiment on?"
His eyes were filled with petty amusement as I racked my brain for people and subjects. His grin widened when my eyes grew wide with understanding and horror.
"At least I don't experiment on my brothers!" I yelled. "How do you live with yourself?!"
"I just keep living, stupid. The only way to learn more about us is to do tests on your brothers. It's only logical." He answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"It's mean! They're your own skin and blood! They're living and breathing! It's cruelty!" I screamed. He shrugged again.
"All of us are freaks. We are meant to be experimented on and studied. But this is, of course, from a real scientist's opinion. An ignoramus like you wouldn't understand." He retorted with a smirk. He walked over to me and leaned in close to my face. "I thought you were a scientist Donatello. I really, really did. I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed in you!"
"Your breath smells like crud," I said, crinkling my nose and pulling away. He stood up straight, putting his bloody hands behind his shell.
"A small price to pay for science." He said with another evil smile. I glared daggers at him.
"Having poor hygiene is not 'a small price to pay for science'." I said, crossing my arms.
He rolled his eyes, again, the poor, poor babysitter. "You soon will understand. Maybe I can teach you some." He said, walking over to me. I plugged my nose. "First of all, don't you want to learn more about what the mutagen did to our DNA?" He asked. I thought about it.
"Yes, but that doesn't-" I began to answer, and he cut me off with a wave of his hand and an irritated sigh.
"How are you going to learn without investigating? You can't go into a court room and have the judge look at you and say guilty, can you? You must go through the evidence and all the different possibilities to get a good answer!" He explained, hands held out.
"I-I guess."
"There are no guesses in science, Donatello." He scolded. I could practically feel my sanity draining away, piece by piece. I tried to hang on, but it was flowing away like a waterfall, drop by drop, until nothing was remaining. "Now, do you understand me?"
"...Yes..."
Hope you liked it! All reviews are welcome! If anybody has any ideas, I'd love to hear them! Just know three chapters are already written, and if your idea is about the turtle's personality switch, I'd love to hear them, they just may not be included.
Have a good day, everyone! :)