A/N: To clarify something: In this chapter, our beloved turtles will appear. We are going off of the assumption that one season = one year. So until the events of season 3, the turtles of this story will be 16 years old. This does not reflect on our opinion of their ages in the show (which we consider them to be 15 until told otherwise by the illustrious creators). Please don't grab us by the face and shake us like a rag doll.

WE OWN NOTHING!

Chapter 1

C3, gripping tightly to L1's hand, ran through the Kraang Compound, searching for a way out, keeping her eyes peeled for Traag and Granitor, the ones assigned to guard the compound. The 1s were carrying their smaller siblings, seeing as they wouldn't be able to keep up with their longer legged siblings.

Stopping at a corner near the exit, C3 lifted a hand for the 1s to stop, then motioned for them to be quiet. Peeking around the corner, she spotted a highly inconspicuous and difficult to spot alcove, not that far away. Looking around for any cameras or Kraang, and finding none, she gestured for the children to follow her.

Making their way carefully across the hallway and into the alcove, C3 shoved the smaller ones into the space. "Stay here. R1, you are in charge until I get back."

"What?" M1 whined.

"You heard her." R1 replied in a snarky tone. "I'm in charge."

"Watch out for each other and stay hidden, okay?"

"Okay C3." R1 replied, the snarky tone gone, replaced by seriousness.

L2 squirmed in his sister's arms, reaching for the oldest clone. "C-C!"

C3 reached over and hushed the smallest boy. "I'll be right back, L2. Stay with your sister."

"C-C! C-C!" The older L placed a thumb in the baby's mouth, hoping to keep him quiet.

C3 nodded to them and quickly vanished into the darkness, searching for a way out.

"T-Turtles, the Kr-Kraang have perfected the mutagen, they're about to-" Leatherhead's glitchy voice echoed through Donatello's lab. This was clearly the large mutant alligator's way of sending an SOS.

"Leatherhead! He's alive!" Michelangelo exclaimed joyfully.

"It must be the portal! As soon as it opened, his signal came through!"

"Let's go! He needs us!"

"Mikey, you stay here."

"Why?"

"You've been messing up too much, lately. We can't take the chance…that you could get hurt."

"Aw man…Leatherhead…"

"MIKEY!"

"AFTER HIM!"

Before they knew it, Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello tumbled out into the pink skied universe of Dimension X.

"Come on. We've gotta find Mikey!" Raph said, setting the way towards the small planetoid they wanted to start on.

Okay…okay…gotta find an exit. Don't panic…they are gonna be just fine…don't worry about M2 getting away…just…calm…down.

Unfortunately, the silent mantra wasn't working all that well, and C3 found herself suddenly surrounded by Kraang.

How did they find me?!

"Kraang, Kraang has found one of the captives known as the clones. It is the one called clone C3. Kraang will bring clone C3 back to that which is known as the Kraang's lab by Kraang."

NO! NO NO! This was NOT how this was to turn out!

The Kraang surrounded her on all sides, leaving no way for her to escape. Two seized C3's arms and dragged the struggling turtle away.

Throwing her unceremoniously back in her cage was just the right amount of insult to injury. And looking around the room, C3 saw Traag and Granitor tossing R1 and M1 into their respective cages.

"LET ME GO, GRANITOR!" R1 shouted at the large rock monster, attempting to swipe at it. "You big bully!"

"You better not scratch my shell, Traag!" M1 shouted in kind. "I just polished it!"

The others were already in their cages, the babies wailing beside C3 while the older ones seemed more outraged than upset.

Soon, Traag and Granitor made their way to their posts, guarding them once more. Tricking them once was luck…a second attempted wouldn't be possible unless they were distracted by something outside of this room.

Stupid stupid stupid!

Time passed and each of the clones fell quiet, sinking back into their cages. R1 and L1 attempted to amuse themselves by making condensation pictures while M1 and D1 stuck to twiddling their thumbs. The babies curled up together and quickly fell asleep, much to C3's reli—

That's when the doors opened and two Kraang stepped inside. C3, instantly on edge, stood.

"Kraang, the test, which is known as the test, is ready for the one known as clone D2."

"Affirmative, Kraang. Kraang will collect the clone which is known as D2 for the test which is the test which will be given by Kraang."

And C3 went berserk. Banging on the glass, hoping it would shatter so she could ring the necks of these psychotic globules of brain-like sputum that had held them too long. They had killed two of them already, and D2 wasn't nearly as strong physically as the others. M2 may be the baby, but C3 was convinced that D2 has some sort of condition.

The Kraang bots reached into the cage where the babies slept and yanked the infant turtle they sought, waking the others. Once the babies saw what happened, they began to wail, which woke the older ones from their stupor, who shoot to their feet and join me in banging and screaming, pleading for D2's life.

The Kraang do not heed the clones and take the screaming D2 to the room next door.

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