A/N: Hey all! This story is written kind of from my perspective…sort of… Yeah, when I describe the room, it's actually my RL room. The tiara? Yep, I have it. Since I decided to write using my things, I made Cassi Bethany's fancharacter.
My heroes stood before, (er, below? I have a bunk bed) me. Leonardo, with his basic green skin, blue mask and katanas. Raphael, with his dark green skin, red mask and sai. Michelangelo, with his garbage bag green skin…
(What'dya mean garbage bag green?! I have a very nice shade of green for skin!)
(Oh shush you. I couldn't think of another word to describe it)
…orange mask and nunchucks. Donatello, with his olive green skin, purple mask and bo staff.
By the way, did I mention they weren't human?
No, the four are turtles. Mutant turtles to be exact. They all had yellow plastrons and light green shells. As far as the four go, that's where the similarities end.
"What are you guys doing here?" I managed to ask, making sure my voice was low.
(Ya more like 'hissed' it at us.)
(Let me tell this story, Raph!)
"Ah good, you know who we are," Donatello observed.
"That will make things somewhat easier on you," Leonardo agreed with a grave tone.
"How are you guys here?" I asked in disbelief. These four only existed in cartoons, stories and comic books, not to mention my imagination.
Donatello answered that. "You write fanfiction about us, correct?" A small nod was the best reply I could give at the moment. "Every time you create a new series, you quite literally create another dimension where we physically exist."
"Even your fancharacters exist!" Michelangelo piped up.
"Where's Cassi?"
"Who?" They all asked together.
I returned their confused stares with one of my own. "You just said my fancharacters exist with you!"
"Yeah, what's yer point?"
"Cassi must be a fancharacter of hers," Leonardo guessed.
"Oh, oh is she a mutant turtle? Please, please, please say yes!"
"Yes," I answered honestly, sending Michelangelo into a victory dance. Normally, that would have been quite funny, but my floor creaked easily and my Dad's room was right beneath mine!
"Enough, Mikey," Leo gave his brother a sharp look. Turning back to me, he said, "We only came to tell you that we're here. We'll talk more tomorrow."
"Wait! Won't I think it's a dream?"
He nodded. "Probably."
