((A/N: Man it's been a while. I know I say that a lot. I can't believe I published "It's Just A Dream" in November of 2014. 2014! It's almost been 3 years and I finished that story in March! I have got to be the worst writer ever, when it comes to keeping up with updates. What can I say; life got in the way. Mostly school and then when I had downtime I had no motivation like at all.

Most recently I got into drawing and animation more than writing. I used to write a lot in school and that's what drove me to fanfiction. In fact I was cleaning my room just the other day and found all my old pieces of paper with drafts of my works I never posted. But as the years went by, it was more nonfiction essays and less free writing, which sucked. So I started drawing in my free time instead. I've loved drawing for a long time and I'm happy I'm back into it. I keep improving every day. But I missed writing, so I'm going to try my best to get back to semi regular updates. But I'm not promising anything. Not anymore. School was torturous last year and it will be again. I'll do my best.

I hope my writing has improved as well, as much as it could anyway with not as much practice. Hope you like it, the few of you that read this. :3 ))

Prologue

(Kathrine's POV)

4 weeks; 3 days…

No, I'm not going to be over dramatic and calculate hours and seconds. Besides, I wouldn't be accurate enough to claim those digits. I only know of one person who could successfully calculate the time that had passed since…

A flow of air escaped my mouth in a long deep sigh, as my eyes trailed the shadows of green leaves in the trees of late summer. I lifted my gaze and squinted as the bright rays of the sun met my face.

I realized how clichéd this was. 'Window staring.' But in all honesty I had nothing else to do. Well I did, but I didn't feel up to doing anything. I didn't have school but I had a ton of work to do. I had been 'gone' for the last 2 months of school, plus one month of summer. Even though I had a valid excuse, I still had to catch up on many missed lessons, and the finals. I was lucky they didn't just hold me back a grade. Though perhaps lucky wasn't the right term, considering I would have to learn all those lessons during my remaining summer break or the next school year.

Yea; window staring seemed a heck of a lot easier. And no one ever bugged me about it. My family and friends just seemed more concerned for health than my schoolwork. And I guess I couldn't blame them. For months they had been waiting for me to die; and as bad as that sounds, I didn't blame them for that either.

Let's review: For the past few months, I thought I had been sucked into a Kraang portal to another dimension of the fictional cartoon world. My friend Joleen and I had come roughly the time after the episode 'Speed Demon,' after the Kraang Invasion and Splinter's almost death. We had been mutated and damaged mentally and physically. Joleen had managed to gain Michelangelo's trust and love. After we successfully saved all the people from their Kraang mutant fates, Donnie had snatched a portal to send us back home. We said our goodbyes and left, and in my case… ran. There was no denying my feelings for a certain turtle were true and very real, but I was too much of a coward to accept them.

Throughout all our time there, the Kraang had met us many times and called us 'test subjects.' I never found out what that meant.

That was what I believed was reality, but that was hardly the case. I woke up in a hospital near our home and in shortly came my mother, who explained I had been in an accident and had fallen into a coma of some sorts. It must have been a pretty bad accident since she refused to recap the event to me no matter how many times I asked.

For about 2 more weeks I was stuck in the hospital for further tests and check-ups. The only thing I did in that time was draw and stare out the window. It was my only escape from reality. As time went on I found myself wishing I was still there, fighting Kraang and laughing with Joleen. Joleen… I couldn't ever bring myself to log back on the internet and contact her or my other internet friends. I didn't want to talk about my adventures because I was afraid I would never be able to let go. I didn't say their names; think their names. I didn't imagine their faces or try to remember their voices. I didn't close my eyes and see that bright smile. It was like that movie called the "Bye Bye Man" Don't say it, don't think it. Or it will kill you.

I just sat and stared.

My clock ticked in my ear and I blinked out of my state. I glanced to my right and saw a blank white page of my sketchbook. Beside it sat a sharpened yellow number 2 pencil. I hesitated for a moment before my fingers twitched and I self-consciously picked up the items. Before I knew what I was doing, I was drawing. The lines formed on the page; light and thin, or dark and thick. I narrowed my eyes as light from my window began to fade, but my hand continued to move. I let out the breath I was holding and dropped the pencil into my lap. My breath hitched in my throat at the image staring back at me.

4 faces, 4 bright smiles, 4 large and bulky green figures.

My teeth clenched and I tossed the book on the table before I bowed my head with closed eyes. And for the first time in 4 weeks… 3 days… I thought of their names.

Footsteps and robotic creaks echoed off the smooth shiny walls of the lab. A couple robotic figures walked over to a control panel that displayed what seemed like a weird interactive screen saver of floating squares. They typed on it rapidly as if it were a simple keyboard. One robot stepped back and the other pressed one highlighted button. They both turned as there was a loud whoosh of displaced air and two large glass containers emerged out of the floor.

"Kraang's experiments were unsuccessful for Kraang's 2 test subjects." The one robot said in a monotone.

"Kraang must have what Kraang desires by order of Kraang Prime." The other looked at the first robot in an almost impatient way, though there wasn't any emotion to prove so. It walked up to the containers and stared at the 2 human life forms floating inside the pink stasis liquid. Their hair floated in all directions and their limbs floated straight out for wires and tubes to connect to them. They did not seem to be alive, but the robots knew better of course.

"Why were Kraang's tests not successful Kraang?"

Kraang looked at its 'companion,' "Kraang's test subjects did not possess what Kraang desires. But Kraang's tests were successful on Kraang's other test subject." It walked past the other Kraang to another glass tube that was on the other side of the room. A light turned on when it detected motion and another figure was revealed inside the third tube. It was in the same state as the other 2.

"That which is known as 'test subject 3' is ready for testing." The Kraang announced and pressed a button on the control panel. The liquid drained from the tube, leaving the figure covered in slime from head to toe. It wore a white outfit that now had a pink tinge to it.

"Kraang is that which is known as, pleased." The second Kraang stated.

At the sound of its voice, the figure opened its dull blue eyes.

((So there it is; the beginning of the sequel. I had fun writing this and I know it's short but it's straight to action in chapter 1. :D I'm going to try to write it this week. Also something I should mention, I'm going to be in collaboration with my good friend Rebecca for this story. She'll write some chapters and I'll write some chapters. Hopefully that will help for updates.))