Mischief (Wyatt)

By: AndiKaneUnderwood

Ah! You touched my tongue!

With those words, one could tell that Mikey was obviously the jokester of the group. None of the others seemed to mind it either. Funny, his brothers did. Then again, they were the complete opposite of the four they where cloned from, so to him, that would make perfect sense.

Dark Michelangelo wasn't able to be normal. He never did get to live that life of pleasure. He'd thought he was worthless. That he was stupid. Until Dark Leonardo whipped him upside the head and told to stop thinking like that or he'd tell Dark Do- Well, Max now, to go ahead with his experiments on them.

When they were captured by their originals, Dark Leo told everyone to stay strong and not give in. Dark Mikey knew they'd expected him to crack first.

It wasn't him though. It was Dark Don. The original Donatello had managed to get Dark Don to crack and turn to the good side. Dark Don now went by Maddox. Donatello called him Max.

Michelangelo, his original was now trying his hardest to do the same to Dark Mike.

"Hey, Dark Mikey? I brought you some food." Or at least that's what Dark Mikey thought was happening.

"Not hungry." Dark Mikey snapped back, long tongue flickering slightly on the 't'.

"But Donny says you need to eat! Maddox-"

"Don't call him that! That's not his name!" Dark Mike hissed loudly, clapping his hands over his ears and curling up tightly.

"Okay, Okay. Dark Donatello then." Mikey backtracked frantically. "He says it's unhealthy not to eat."

"Don't want anything."

"Please eat something?"

"No!"

"Please?"

Finally, Dark Mike broke down and huffed. "Fine!" He snatched the plate from his original's hands. He snagged a piece of bacon from the white circle, then pushed it back towards Mikey.

Mikey pulled it up and smiled. "Alright, then. I brought a checker board. Do you wanna play with me?"

Dark Mike raised an eyebrow. "Checkers? With me?" He asked.

Mikey nodded. "Yeah. Why not?"

Dark Mikey sighed. "Okay."

A few hours and six rematches later, Mikey finally asked if Dark Mikey wanted a new name.

"A new name?" The clone repeated, as if learning a new word.

"Yeah. I don't like thinking of you as 'Dark Mikey'. It makes me think of no humanity and you have some. I've seen it."

The clone stared at his original for a while, then shrugged. "Alright. I've always liked the name Wyatt."

"Well then, Whyat! Welcome to our humble home." Mikey smiled.

Wyatt smiled. Maybe he could find a place here after all.