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"I'm going to get worry lines." Don clamped a hand over his forehead, trying his best to do the botox-glare at me.

I remember staring at him through a kind of blurry light show. I can't see the screen right now- don't need to turn the letters white since I can't exactly go back and read what I've written.

Don't feel well. I feel sick. Just a bit. Donnie's friend, the one doctor guy who lives on the streets? Yeah him. Forget his name. Will remember in a minute or so. I think.

Anyway, he had a party tonight, and he invited Leo and Raph and Donnie but I was the only one who decided to gate crash.

Shots shots shots shots shots shots.

Room's spinning. Song's stuck in my head. It's playing on loop. Over and over and over again.

I think I had too much to drink.

As I was saying- earlier Donnie came in, and gave me a glare like he was trying to impersonate Leo. It was the glare of disappointment. I think I cringed a bit- I'm no good at controlling my expressions when I'm drunk. I wasn't drunk though. Still not drunk. I'm just feeling it hard tonight. I lay my head against the wall a couple times in the way home to think. Not because I couldn't stand. No, some of the other dudes were a bit wasted but I was still clean.

So Donnie gave that look and then it just sort of faded into something a bit more like him.

Dunno. Think it was worse.

Then he just sort of slouched out. I sat a stared at my laptop contemplating if, after dragging my ass home, it was worth getting up to write.

I just got the thing to the bed when Raph saunters in, chucks a bottle of water at me, calls me a dumbass and a couple other names I don't really want to remember, then slams the door.

Oh well. Least I know he cares.

The water's helping though. Tastes funny. Bet he put laxatives in there or something. Wouldn't put it past him. Or one of those liver tablets if Donnie had anything to say about it.

Or Leo.

Big bro is going to have my shell tomorrow at training.

Training.

My head hurts.

Think it's a given I'm not in the mood for any deep philosophic laments tonight. Well, I know there's a new game on Wii. It's called Epic Mickey.

You're in this forgotten wasteland, and you have to try and fix everything and everyone, I think. Can't remember. Geeze. Maybe I had more to drink that I thought, huh?

Well, I think life should be more like that. You take a magical paintbrush and fix everything.

I'd be the one holding the brush too. I'm the artist. Sort of. I guess. Maybe Don is too. I could be technical about art now- then everyone would be an artist.

Anyway, my name's closer to Mickey than Raph or Don or Leo. Don't even start with the same letter.

Maybe they'd do a better job then me though.

Leo would bring about word peace, probably make everyone love us, but not too much… not like in the world I went where we were all superheroes. No. More like- just that they'd leave us alone. He wouldn't' share the paintbrush. He'd lock it up when he'd finished and spend his whole life guarding it and being miserable while we enjoyed our freedom.

Probably. Just guessing. I know my brothers. But I don't really know them. Not as much as you'd think. Know them more that I want to, more than most human families, I'll wager. You know, there's things when you're such a tight knit family. When someone gets sick or injured. You see them through their worst you know? And they see you.

But there's always that little bit that even you can't talk about yourself and no one ever sees. Not being emo. Don't have to be a bad thing.

Thing is- I'm just guessing. Cause I don't know what they'd do with that power. Not really. Not concrete.

It's only speculation. Faith. Humans place that faith in their God. I place it in my brothers. Family's all you really have in the end, thought, aint it?

Anyway, I think Don would find the cure for all kinds of things; probably get a few giant robots for shits and giggles. I guess he'd probably indulge us a bit, if he had it. Make sure we were safe too. Sounds like Donnie.

Raph? Don't really know. Maybe he'd throw water at everyone. Probably bitch at the population a bit, go all dictator for laughs but it'd blow over real quick-like. Hm. Protect them? For a resentful guy, he sure does that a lot. He'd protect us too, I think, and we'd have epic fights over who got the paintbrush instead of the remote.

And if I win one of those fights? Then what? What would I do with it?

Would I create us to be the worlds best superheroes? Would I make everyone love us and worship us? Would I bring world peace? Don't know. Maybe I'd just blow the whole world up and get rid of this little hole in the world that is filled with people who are filled with shit. There's no place like New York.

Think that came from a movie I watched.

Don't know.

Think it was London anyway.

Maybe I'd blow it up and save the millions. People either deserve it, or need salvation, I guess.

Geeze. I think I'm going to bed.

Starting to get a little morbid in here.

Boom. Wonder what that would be like?


Drunk Mikey has issues. Anyway- that plot I was talking about will develop in time.

What did you think?