Yoooooooo! Guess who's back after an unannounced 8-month-long hiatus?!
(something presses against neck)
(Unknown)And guess who found a way to break the 4th wall during that long 8 months?
…Oh shell. (poof, and screams can be heard) Now, while a certain red-masked turtle is in the cockroach pit, I'm going to give my loving readers an explanation.
I'm not going to give you guys a bunch of excuses, because I'm better than that. I just simply…lost my inspiration. But like a phoenix, I have risen from the ashes!
Which is also a paraphrased quote from one of my next projects!
(Raph)(crawls out of pit with terrified face) You're not doing what I think you're doing, are you?
Shell yeah! 2k3-2k9, baby! With everyone's favorite psychotic 12-year-old!
(Raph+Unknownx3) Oh no!
Don't worry! I'm also planning another 2k12 story that will, for lack of a better word, revive beloved characters from the 2k12 series, both allies and enemies!
Now, let's begin!(laughs like Shredder)
(Turtles screaming in background)
TMNT-TMNT-TMNT-TMNT
Bored.
That's what I've been for the past 6 years locked in this…prison.
That, and the experiment of a deranged scientist.
I mean, seriously, dude, get a girlfriend! And a life.
You see, ever since my "parents" decided to let an egotistical scientist, who just happened to fancy my mother-a fact that will disturb me for the rest of my life-, "take care of me", I've been treated like nothing but an experiment gone wrong.
Which I am, to be fair.
You see, Baxter Stockman gets at least half of his income from someone who's probably crazier than him.
He uses that half to make stuff for this man, who I know nothing about.
I was supposed to be a super-soldier for Stockman's employer, but fortunately(or unfortunately, in Stockman's perspective), the drug that was supposed to suppress my conscious thoughts and basically make me a slave didn't work. Now, Stockman's trying to clone me for the powers he gave me. Nothing has been successful so far.
Ha! I'm way to awesome to be cloned, Stockman!
…I've been alone waaaaaaay too long.
I sighed, staring at the small screen that was my only source of entertainment.
The only thing on it was Stockman's secret lab, which currently held at least a thousand of these robotic things called Mousers. He's telling the public that they're for eliminating the rat problem, but they're really made to steal from banks and stuff.
Why does he tell me all about his evil plans? He's crazier than I thought.
Why he put the screen in my cell, I have no idea. Maybe to show me how "amazing" he is?
My train of thought crashed when the door opened. There, in all his ugly glory, was Stockman, carrying what's supposed to be dinner.
At least he doesn't let me starve. That way, I'll be strong enough to bust out of this joint when the opportunity presents itself.
"Hello, Alice. I see you're not dead yet."
Do not kill. Do not kill.
"Stockman, when are you going to realize that you're just making me hate you more with every breath you take?"
"Alice, you wound me. So much, I might just not give this to you."
For a smart person, Stockman sure is an idiot. The only times he threatens not to give me anything is when he's drugged it with something.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed what seemed to be a woman on the monitor.
She's not supposed to be there. A least, I don't think so.
Stockman's watch started to beep the moment she passed some metal thing. He looked at the monitor and began to shake with what I assume to be anger.
Okay, she isn't supposed to be there. Also, shouldn't she have checked for motion detectors or something?!
Anyone who isn't me confuses me.
"If you'll excuse me, Alice, I have more pressing matters to tend to," the crazy man said before turning abruptly and leaving, slamming the door loudly.
Before he did though, I decided to take another chance at taking the keys since he was blinded be his rage.
Alright, Alice. Concentrate. Concentrate.
Slowly, the set of keys in his pocket flew into the air, making a light tinkling sound. Right before the door closed completely, I quickly pulled the keys towards my self.
Yes! In your rotten, no-good face, Stockman!
I couldn't help the laughter that flew from me. Am I insane?
…Don't answer. I already know I am.
With quick precision, the keys unlocked the cuffs on my wrists and ankles before doing the same to the door.
Now, you might be wondering why I didn't just bust the doors and rip the cuffs off, yeah? Well, while Stockman may not have been able to enslave me or clone me, he did make a metal that suppressed my powers to an extant, which he used for my entire cell. So I had to wait patiently-and I hate that almost as much as I hate Stockman and my parents-for an opportunity to arrive.
And arrive it did.
Rubbing my bruised wrists lightly, I stared at the monitor screen just in time to witness Stockman "fire" his assistant.
Yay. Now I have to save her. Curse my kind but twisted heart.
Pulling my dirty brown and grey hair back-Once I'm out of here, finding a place to wash this dirt off is priority number one-,I pushed the door open and snuck out. Quickly floating to the ceiling, I flew as fast as I could towards the secret elevator that would take me to the base.
Oh Stockman~. I'm coming your head!
And to save your assistant. That too.
TMNT-TMNT-TMNT-TMNT
And that ends this chapter. As you can probably tell, this takes place during "A Better Mousetrap". However, Alice won't really start interacting with the turtles until "Meet Casey Jones".
I am hoping to do all seven seasons, which will be split into three stories. I will be naming the chapters after the episode they're based on, and I hope that I will update sometime this week.
This story will be rated T because the lack of blood and censorship of curses with "shell" is the only reason it wasn't rated T on TV. I, however, can do whatever I want.
(Turtles) Ahem.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be running from three angry turtles.
(Turtles)Why only three?
Because Mikey's too nice, The worst he'll do is prank me.
Peace! (runs into sunset with Raph, Don, and Leo chasing me)
(Mikey)Well, I'm going to eat the last of the pizza since those four are busy.
