I do not own the TMNT.
Disclaimer; I have not studied the following addiction and am only mildly acquainted with its symptoms through my brother.
Chapter one; Hi, my name is Mikey.
It was late, any later and it would be early morning. For some reason Kit couldn't sleep. Eventually she gave it up as a lost cause and got up, hoping some tea would help calm her nerves.
Not in the mood to jump down Kit took the fire-escape stairs to the lower level. She noted that the lights were flickering in the monitoring area and went to tell Mikey to turn in.
Just as she suspected Michelangelo was sitting on the couch clicking madly at the buttons of his video game. "Mike? Hey Mikey?" No response. "Mikey!" Still no response. Kit stepped a little closer and glanced at the screen. "Mikey I know you can pause this game." Still no response.
Looking closer at the turtle Kit saw that his eyes were wide open, and that the pupils were more dilated than they should be. The whites were streaked with swollen red vessels and the entire eyeball looked less…less shiny than it should, almost as though it had severely dried out. "Mikey?" The screen changed stages and gave off more light. Kit was shocked that she could actually see the pulse racing in Mikey's throat. The last time she had seen anyone like this they had been sitting in an alley enjoying their latest fix.
"HEY! Mikey! Time to join the real world!" Kit waved a hand in front of Mikey's face, wishing she knew how to snap her fingers.
"I can't." Mikey mumbled, still playing his game.
"Why not?"
"'m s,ck." He mumbled.
"You're what?"
Mikey paused the game and looked up at her. He looked scared. "I'm stuck. The controls won't let go!" Kit frowned and reached down to take the control from him. The control didn't budge. She braced herself and pulled harder.
"Mikey if this is some kind of joke you can stop now!" She gave one last pull and with a faintcrunch the remote finally pulled loose.
"I'm free!" Mikey exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pumping his hands in the air.
A wave of unwashed gamer smell rolled over Kit. She gagged and stepped back. "You! Shower! Now!" She ordered, pointing towards the bathroom with one hand while still holding the remote in the other hand.
"Of course! Anything for my hero! My savior! Thank you!" Mikey pulled Kit into a big turtle hug. Kit gagged, trying not to breath in the stench that the turtle's bodygave off in noxious waves. Finally he let her go and ran skipping off to the bathroom, leaving Kit coughing and retching in the monitoring area with her hands supporting her weight on her knees.
"That…" She finally gasped, "...was beyond… gross!" Finally she managed to stand up straight. She saved and logged out of Mikey's file. Before turning off the screen she used the light to get a closer look at the remote to try and figure out what had sealed Mikey to the remote. At first she couldn't see anything but then she started to make out some kind of white build-up on the tan-ish-white control.
"Ew…that's not…" Kit stepped closer to the screen for better lighting. "It IS!" She dropped the control and jumped back, rubbing her hands furiously on her pants. "Grossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgross!" She grimaced and cringed for a full minute before finally regaining her composure. After several deep breaths she calmly told herself;"Calm down, there's no reason to ditz out just because Mikey's control is covered in sweat salt grossgrossgrossgrossgrossgrossgross!" She started rubbing her hands on her pants and cringing again.
With one last shudder Kit wiped her hands on her pants again and went to the kitchen to wash them in the sink.
Had she known what was in the kitchenKit would have gone straight to bed.
This is going to be fun. This is supposed to be a story to help keep all of ya'll occupied until I can figure out the next chapter of Ninja's Revenge. I hope you'll enjoy!