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Streamers flew upwards, before floating downwards slowly. One of them landed on Agent Bishop's nose, causing him to sneeze. Nobody said 'bless you' or anything remotely similar to that phrase. This worried Casey and made him fidget. Suppose the devil went up Bishop's nose and consumed him? You were meant to say 'bless you' when someone sneezed. It was the most important law no one ever thought about. He couldn't even begin to imagine what a Devil Bishop Hybrid could do. He could probably pat his head, rub his tummy, stand on one foot AND say the alphabet backwards at the same time.

"Bless you!" said Casey.

There. He had saved the world…

Or had he?

He widened his eyes. Bishop was listening to some music on his headphones! He hadn't heard him! Casey wasn't sure whether saying 'bless you' counted if the person who sneezed didn't hear you, but he knew he couldn't assume anything. Casey could feel the weight of the world's fate pressing down on him. For once, he wanted to save the world.

His face reddened as he thought on. It was always the turtles who saved the world. It was never him. The turtles got to be big heroes, and they were the ones who got tonnes of girlfriends. He had read the fanfictions written about them. He was merely a side character occasionally thrown in just to hit random objects and say 'Goongala'. Why was he always paired up with April? Why did he never get to have a fling with anyone except Gabrielle? Even then no one ever wrote about her. He was an exciting character who did lots of fighting and… other stuff he couldn't think of at that moment of time. Why did no one write about the other side of him?

In his anger he got out his hockey stick and smashed his desk into twelve pieces. "Goongala!"

Unfortunately for him, no one paid any attention to his train of thought. All they noticed was him randomly breaking his desk, meaning that his character did not develop whatsoever. They shook their heads at his blandness and stereotypicalness before looking at the box again.

Michelangelo jumped out, taking all the reviewers and readers by surprise because none of them had thought that he could possibly be annoying enough to be contained in a box. He leaped forwards and fell face down on the floor, not moving. Doctor Chaplin jumped out of the box after him and sprawled on the ground next to him.

Donatello looked down at them sadly. "Air holes. I always forget to make air holes."

"Are they… dead?" asked Leatherhead, hesitating. Raph got out a cake while Shredder began unpacking brightly coloured boxes full of toys.

"No, just unconscious," said Don. " This is a kid's show, remember? No one's allowed to die despite the fact that Tang Shen and Hamato Yoshi already have. See, most of the viewers are kids who didn't bother to watch the first five seasons because it had a dark plot, character development and mildly sinister episodes. Their brains couldn't handle them so they don't know who they are. All they know is that we went into the future to act out of character and go back to play in a Code Lyoko-like world."

"So are they dead?" asked Casey, whose brain could only register the last sentence due to watching too much television.

"No."

Raph put the cake back under his shell and Shredder ate the presents. Then, they closed their eyes and clasped their hands together, nearly in tears at the news.

Don began poking the bodies with his foot, pushing them into the corner of the room and putting the box on top of Chaplin's back. The box looked like a cube shaped shell and made Chaplin look like a turtle. Don laughed but no one else did because they didn't think that he looked remotely like a turtle. Casey thought he resembled a tortoise.

"Due to some technical difficulties, we will have to do another task until they wake up," declared Don, clapping his hands together. "Any suggestions?"

Karai put her hand up.

"Yes?"

"We could go home."

Don narrowed his eyes. "No. But don't worry; I've got a better idea. We, as in all of you, are going to take part in a role-play. I will pretend to be an annoying person and you have to deal with me. Who wants to go first?"

He hadn't expected them to want to participate but to his surprise everyone put up their hands. He pointed at Shredder. "I will pretend to be Mikey. Please come to the front."

Shredder clapped his hands two times. Karai sighed, before getting to her feet and picking up his chair. Very slowly, she carried him to the front of the room. Karai dropped the chair in front of Don. She swung her arms around to relocate them, prior to sitting back down. Shredder stood up, towering over Don.

"Let me get my game face on," said Don, trembling violently. The villain jumped back with an alarmed expression on his face. It looked like the turtle was having a seizure. He began whistling, hoping the others wouldn't think that he was the cause of Don's strange behaviour.

Suddenly, Donatello stopped moving. He was doubled over and they couldn't see his face.

"I think he's broken," Raph piped up.

Bishop rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid. He can't be broken. I expect his batteries just ran out. Has anyone got any spare batteries?"

Everyone stuck their hands into their pockets before showing each other what they had. Bishop was holding a pair of 3D glasses and a Star Wars Membership club card. Raph didn't have any pockets but he got out from under his shell a smoke pellet, a mushy cake and an eye patch. Karai was holding a small box of mints and a snow globe, while Casey revealed to them a bottle of soda and a dog's collar. Leatherhead got out a miniature nuclear reactor and a small wind turbine.

Bishop smacked the mutant crocodile's hand, his face crimson. "You're so useless! We all had useful things and you just had that pile of trash!"

Leatherhead's eyes changed and he punched Casey in the stomach. Then they changed back and he apologized.

"I have a battery!" Shredder grabbed hold of his head and twisted it 360 degrees. A battery popped out of the blackness of his face. "Where do I put it?"

"You know who's good with this kind of stuff?" said Casey. "Don. I'll call him and ask him what we should do."

"I wish I had thought of that," said Karai.

Everyone crowded around Casey and praised him. Leatherhead stayed where he was, fuming. There they were, praising Casey and giving him all their attention. What about him? Didn't he deserve any of their attention? He had been about to suggest they call Don, but they hadn't given him the chance. He swore he had been about to! Well, he didn't swear because then the rating of this fanfiction would probably have to go up, but you know what I mean. It was not fair!

"Wait, he's doing something!" shouted Karai, hopping up and down.

"What's he doin' wit' dat spoon?" asked Casey, his face whitening.

"Ew… dat's nasty." Raph covered his eyes.

Leatherhead looked to see what was happening. Bishop was sitting at one of the desks with a lunchbox in front of him. He had his spoon in a carton of banana and apple yogurt and was eating it. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and drank from his bottle of chocolate milkshake.

"I found a hole where it can go!" declared Shredder, pointing at Don.

Bishop stood up and peered at it. "Are you sure the battery will fit? It's a bit… small."

"Father is never wrong!" Karai told him furiously.

"No hole is too small for me!" bellowed Shredder. He rammed the battery up Don's nose and stepped back.

Something extraordinary happened. Don's mask began to change colour. It reddened. The blue from his mask transferred to his skin and his mask became more yellow until it was orange. Leatherhead looked at the corner and saw Mikey's skin turn a more sickly green, while his mask became bluer and less yellow until it was purple. Now, Don was in the corner while Mikey was doubled over. Mikey's body swung left and right three times, before he stopped, looked up and grinned at them. The battery stayed up his nose because it was sticky in there.

Mikey frowned, taking the battery out of his body and flicking it at the back wall. It exploded on impact and miniature versions of Usagi began hopping around the room. He grinned even more at everyone and waved.

"Cowabunga!"

Leatherhead tried to understand what had happened but all the thinking made his head hurt. He decided to play along. No one else looked surprised in the slightest. If he acted unsurprised, then they would accept him and pay attention to him. Yes. He liked how that sounded.

"Okay Shredder, stand here." Mikey tapped a spot on the ground with his foot. Grudgingly, Shredder did as he was told. "Ready?"

"Twenty three."

Mikey jumped onto Shredder's shoulders and got out a pair of drumsticks. He began hitting them against the villain's head and shoulders, playing the tune to 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. Then, he began singing-

"We will, we will, rock you!
Get on your bikes and ride!
It's a kind of magic!
Somebody… to loooooooove!"

Karai held up a five, Raph held up a three and Bishop held up a card that said 'Call me!'

"RAAAAAAAAARGH!" Shredder tried to shake him off, but Mikey was firmly wedged on his shoulders. He began running around the room like a blind chicken in a dark room. When this proved pointless, he began slamming his back against a wall. "GET OFF ME YOU STUPID TURTLE! I'MMA KILL YOU!"

He jumped five feet into the air and grabbed the clock that had been tick-tocking away on the wall. He snarled and took it down, before punching it. Its glass face shattered and sharp shards went into his eyes. Fortunately, being the awesome villain he was, he felt no pain. Unfortunately, it scratched his armour, which made him say as many bad words as a children's show could allow.

"Bottom wee poo pants knickers!"

Mikey floated off his shoulders and landed on the ground with a disappointed look on his face. He clucked his tongue and shook his head. "You didn't handle that good. You get… an F."

Shredder hung his head, embarrassed. Bishop pointed at him and laughed. He looked up sadly. "Isn't there anything I can do to bring up my grade?"

Mikey pulled a face. "I could let you do a resit, but you have to promise to do lots of revision and go to the booster sessions after school. With a lot of hard work, I reckon I could get you up to a C maybe."

Raph just stopped himself from gasping. They were being graded? Oh man… if he had known that he would have studied more. His palms began to sweat. He didn't usually revise because he didn't mind failing. At home, if he failed, only his family would know. Here, Shredder and Bishop and Karai and Casey would see him epically fail. He couldn't let that happen. Suppose word got back to Leonardo and Master Splinter? Leo would post about it on the internet and the entire world would know that he had not passed. He had to stop that from happening. He was better than that.

If it was a normal test then he wouldn't have minded not doing well. Then, he could say he didn't bother trying to do well and look cool. But Mikey was looking serious. If he was acting so out of character then it meant that it was a serious situation.

Mikey's body shook and he doubled over. The yellow in his mask went into his skin while the blue in his skin went into his mask. He looked up, Don again.

"Okay Shredder, you can sit down and reflect on the previous situation," said Don calmly. "Then, you can come back and try again."

Leatherhead put his hand up.

"Yes?"

"Michelangelo is not in the corner." He jerked his thumb towards the olive green purple masked turtle in the corner. "It's just another version of you."

Don sighed and pulled a face. "Um… oh… yeah. Nothing's ever perfect; there's always a chance of a malfunction in everything. It appears that although I transferred into me, an error caused Mikey to become corrupted on his transferral into him, meaning that it couldn't take place. To make sure that the body's contents were not completely erased and that the body had something in it, it kept a copy of me in him."

"In English?" Raph said.

"Michelangelo be dead," answered Don. "He be now another me."

Raph's body began to shake. He had always said to Mikey and everyone else that he wished his youngest brother was dead, but he had never meant it! Everyone assumed he would celebrate Mikey's death but they couldn't be wronger! He was so upset and miserable it was unbelievable.

Don patted his arm as sympathetically as a teacher could without being reported for sexual harassment. "Don't worry. We can always buy a new one."

Raph looked at him, only just not crying. "We can't buy a new Mikey… They're really expensive! If we could afford one, we wouldn't be living underground. We would have made a giant laser and killed everyone so we could live topside, if we had that much money."

"Don't you have a backup file of him?" asked Bishop, smirking. "All geniuses keep backup files! I have plenty of them. I have so many that I'm called the 'Backup King'."

"I have never heard anyone call you that," piped up Shredder, indignant. He didn't have a nickname that was anything like 'Backup King'. He was just Shredder or Oroku Saki or Tin head or Cheese slicer. He didn't have a cool nickname. He glared at Bishop and leaned over to whisper in Karai's ear, "From now on, you are to call me 'Silver Wolf'."

"Yes," she said robotically. "… Silver Wolf."

Shredder (Shredder Note: My name is Silver Wolf) beamed.

"I have an idea!" Leatherhead exclaimed. "Why don't we hold down control z?"

"I have an idea!" Bishop exclaimed. "Why don't we hold down control z?"

"I hate to admit it, Bishop, but that is a rather good idea," said Don. He got out his laptop and loaded it up. Everyone except Leatherhead crowded around him and watched the black screen have white words appear on it. "If you weren't so narrow-minded and neurotic, I wouldn't mind sharing ideas and theories with you."

While they waited for it to load up, Leatherhead's eyes changed and he felt anger wash over him. He had suggested it first! He had! But no… everyone listened to the character that appeared in lots of episodes or the dude wearing a suit and sunglasses with a lopsided smirk. Leatherhead couldn't help being naked! No one would serve him clothes because they ran away screaming when they saw him, and even then the clothes were always too small.

Leatherhead picked up a rubber chicken off the floor, before smashing it into the side of Casey's face. The vigilante stumbled sideways and took off his shoe, revealing a hockey mask. He put it on and got a baseball bat out of thin air. He was sick of existing so characters could hurt him and look really strong. He was a tough guy that did tough things.

No one read his thoughts so it just looked like he was attacking Leatherhead in retaliation. However, he was facing the wrong way and hit Raph. The turtle got out his sai and tried to stab him. Casey rolled out of the way, causing Raph to strike Shredder (S/N: IT'S SILVER WOLF, FOOL! MY NEW NAME IS SILVER WOLF!). It didn't hurt him but it gave Shredder (S/N: Did you not read the text I just typed? I am called Silver Wolf now!) an excuse to fight in class. Being honour bound to Shred- Silver Wolf (S/N: :3), Karai had to indulge in the act of brawling as well. Bishop stayed where he was, peering at the laptop's screen.

After fifteen point two three seconds, Don noticed the fighting that was going on. He gave the laptop to Bishop and stood up. As the agent tweeted on twitter, the turtle put his hands on his hips angrily.

"Look at you!" he said, cross.

They did so. Silver Wolf had Karai in a headlock and was rubbing his fist against the top of her head. Raph and Casey were wrestling each other on the ground and Leatherhead was trying to give himself a black eye. Don went over to them, trembling.

"You're fighting people you care about! This is why you have to learn to control your anger!" He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, trying to figure out what to do. It was pandemonium and he wasn't good at dealing with that. He was too mild to control chaos. He wished that someone, something would come and help him. If only… if only…

He clicked his heels together three times and wished for some help.

A puff of green smoke appeared and it filled the room. A dark figure stood in the heart of it. The smoke cleared and…

Don saw help.