So, I read this fanfic a little while ago, and the author had made all the turtles human. When I read the summary, I thought, "Eh, I probably won't like it. What's the point of reading a Turtles fic without turtles?" but then I read it and was like, "Woah, this is actually really cool," so I've been inspired to write my own AU human turtles fic. Thank you anonymous author for the idea. I wish I remembered your penname so that I could thank you properly.
Disclaimer: If turtles did I own, my heart would not lie so prone, to the cruelties of this world, and the insults it has hurled, alas it is my fate, to use these fanfics to sate, a thirst I never knew I had, but really is that so bad?
On with the fic me lovelies!
Teenagers Managing National Threats, or TMNT for short, is a clandestine organization. It's been off the books since its inception in 1954. It operates so far under the radar, that even should the radar be located a mile underground, it would still be hard pressed to uncover a trace of this organization. And that's exactly as it should be.
Perhaps the director is worried about ethical concerns, for it is hardly moral to send teenagers into the kinds of situations that TMNT operatives are frequently sent into. Should these missions ever be discovered, human rights activists would swarm the base of operations (an unassuming, former bank building in Brooklyn) in droves. The organization would be exposed and dismantled in a matter of hours, if not minutes.
Or perhaps the director's preoccupation with secrecy stems from another source. Truly, what would TMNT be without secrecy? Teenagers only make good spies when spies are not thought of as teenagers, no? If word got around that there was an organization dedicated to training and dispatching such youthful operatives, the element of surprise would be eliminated, eliminating much of the usefulness of the project in the first place.
Today this director, so obsessed with secrecy, was sitting at his desk. He took a sip of his coffee, shuffled the papers on his desk, and opened his mouth, to utter the words that so begin this story.
"Send for Team Renaissance."
Ok, so there's the prologue to my new story. Three guesses who team renaissance is. ;) I hope you enjoyed it and aren't too put off that I made the turtles human. Anywho, review if you so choose. I love it when you do. Peace out home fries.