The Darker Secret of the Ooze

by Drumboy100

Raphael's mutation has worn off, and he is just an average turtle again. His brothers and Splinter must try to create another dosage of the ooze for him, and hope that they don't run out of time themselves. Set after the first four movies, Donatello's POV.

4. Chapter 4

Splinter's heart pounded as he ran calf-deep into sewage, frantically pulling out a small turtle and holding it preciously to his chest. He gasped softly as he felt a small bite. "Even now you are challenging me, Michelangelo," he said affectionately as he immediately returned to pick up Donnie. He left behind the precious dandelions as he first made sure that his last two sons were in the pen with his first.

Splinter turned and collected the dandelions, stopping to gaze intently at the four turtles in the pen, and entered Donnie's lab. He carefully pulled the pen and turtles into the lab with him. "Three to one, three to one," he muttered to himself, ignoring Donatello's other words about the poor chances of this working.

Splinter focused completely on his tasks, exercising the fruits of his years of meditation. He understood immediately what Donnie's assessment of the flowers had been, and Splinter took a container and drained every drop of the thick substance from the flowers. He knew that this was significantly too little ooze for it to work by itself. He divided the ooze into four equal parts, and put each portion in its own bowl. He would need three times as much of his own blood to mix with this. Times four.

Splinter knew that he and the turtles had walked into a considerable amount of ooze in order to transform. He assessed the situation and determined that he would not be able to mix the new formula well. He fervently hoped that this would work anyway.

He calmly took each of the four turtles and placed them inside the containers of ooze, where they began exploring and walking slowly just as they had twenty-two years ago. He lay down and put his feet into two of the containers and his hands into the other two, lying on the floor in a cross-shape. Splinter then took a scalpel and sliced significant cuts on both hands and both feet, lying back and allowing the blood to flow from his lacerations. He occasionally felt a turtle rub against his hands or feet, and experienced a deep sense of love and contentment as he lost consciousness.