Chapter 4: The Social Worker
Soon the school bell rang and everyone ran out the doors cheering. Mikey sat on the school steps, looking miserable. The dance teacher Nat walked up to him. "I called your older brother, he said that you need to wait out here and he'll pick you up." She explained before walking off. Mikey really didn't wish to wait outside the school.
So he grabbed his green backpack and walked off back to his home...
"Does this look infected to you?" Vince asked Mark nervously, regarding about the bite mark on his arm.
Vince West was a human teen with dark brown hair, dark blue eyes and came from a rich family. Mark Robertson was a male mutant dog with bright blonde fur and green eyes. His family were also wealthy. "Yeah!" Vince and Mark cried out in surprise when Mikey appear out of nowhere. "You'd better not have rabies." Vince growled.
Mark spoke next. "If you have rabies, the doctors are gonna have to cut..." But he didn't get to finish. "Are you playing with your action figures?" Mikey suddenly asked.
Vince and Mark quickly hid their action figures.
"You don't have an action figure." Vince pointed out with a glare. Mikey pulled a strange looking rag doll from his green backpack. "This is Scrump." Mark and Vince gasped in horror. "I made her. But her head is too big, so I pretended that a bug laid eggs in her ear and she's upset because she has only a few more days to..."
The orange masked turtle noticed that Mark and Vince were gone. He throws Scrump on the floor angrily and walks away. Then returned for Scrump, hugging the rag doll close to his chest...
A black pick up truck pulled up outside the high school.
An 18 year old mutant turtle stepped out. This was Mikey's older brother. He had kelly green skin with goo green eye colour. There were several scratches and chips on his shell. There was a lightening bolt shaped crack on the right corner of his plastron. His red mask was very worn with long, tattered tails. His name was Raphael, or just Raph for short.
Raphael had a really short temper and was very hot-headed. He was brawny and aggressive. Raphael just loved fighting. Raphael was also extremely sarcastic.
Despite all this though, Raphael does have a soft side.
Though he would never dare admit it. He was very kind hearted and loved his brother dearly. He would do anything to protect Mikey. But he would never admit it in order to stay hardcore and to protect his pride.
Raph was wearing a red shirt, a black leather jacket and black leather pants.
"Mikey!" He called, but soon realized his younger brother wasn't here. "Ya better be home." He growled and got into his truck...
When Raphael got home however, he soon found himself locked out. "MIKEY OPEN THIS DOOR!" He snarled. He could hear Mikey's boom box so that meant his little brother was home.
Not receiving a reply, the older turtle poked his head through the dog door.
He saw that Mikey and nailed the door the the frame. The red masked turtle saw his younger brother lying on his back not far from the door. "Mikey, we don't have time for this. That social worker's gonna be here any minute!" Raph explained. "Leave me alone to die..." Mikey groaned as he stared up at the ceiling.
Raph growled. He noticed a hammer lying next to his head. Outside a black car pulled up outside their house. It was the social worker Raph, with his upper half through the doorway, began to pulled the nails out the door one by one.
"Ya are so finished when I get in there!" He snarled.
"I'm gonna stuff ya in tha blender, push puree, then bake ya into a pie and feed it ta tha social worker!" Unknown to Raph the social worker was now standing by his feet. "And when he says, 'Mm mm, this is great, what's ya secret?' I'm gonna say..." The social worker hooked his foot around Raph's and swiftly pulls him away from the dog-door.
"Love... and... nurturin'..." He nervously added and stood up quickly. The social worker was also a mutant. This was a mutant rat. The mutant rat had black, brown and white short fur with a long droopy white beard, long whiskers, a long pink tail and a small pink nose.
He wore a red kimoto and black sunglasses.
His named was Splinter. "Hi there ... uh... ya must be tha uh..." Raph stuttered nervously. "I'm the social worker. Are you the guardian in question?" Splinter asked. "Yes. I'm Raphael, it's really nice ta meet ya Mr..." Raph didn't now his name. "Splinter." The rat replied. "Mr Splinter? That's a strange..." Raphael started.
"Yes, I know. Are you going to invite me in, Raphael?" Raph gulped, he was stilled locked out. "Uh, just give me a second please." Quickly Raph ran round the back of the house, Splinter followed.
While Splinter waited in the kitchen Raph went into the living room.
A few minutes later the music was shut off. "Sorry about that." Raph said. "Do you often leave Michelangelo home alone?" Splinter asked as he looked around the messy kitchen. There were dirty dishes in the sink on on the kitchen counter. "No never, that is until now." Raph replied. "More like 5 times a week." A voice called from the door
"MIKEY! There ya are, honey face! This is Mr...Splinter." Raph smiled. "It's nice too meet you Michelangelo." Splinter said. "You don't look like a social worker." Mikey replied.
"I'm a special classification."
"Did you ever kill anyone?" The orange masked turtle asked suspiciously. "We're getting off the subject. Let's talk about you. Are you... happy?" Splinter asked. "I'm adjusted." Mikey started to repeat what Raph was signing to his behind Splinter's back. "I eat all four food groups and look both ways before crossing the street on the way to school and I don't talk to strangers and take long naps..." He explained.
Raph pumped his fist in triumph. "...and I get disciplined?" Raph's eyes widened. "Disciplined?" Splinter asked. "Yeah! My big brother disciplines me real good."
Raph held out his hand in a stop gesture but Mikey misunderstood.
"Sometimes five times a day!" Raph put his head in his hands. "With big bricks!" Raph looked up horrified. "Bricks?" Mikey nodded. "Uh huh... in a pillow case..." Raph suddenly covered his mouth. "Okay, that's enough sugar for ya! Why don't ya run along now, ya little cutie. The other social workers just thought he was a scream. Thirsty?"
The red masked turtle walked over to the fridge. "Let me illuminate to you the precarious situation in which you have found yourself." Splinter said as he shut the fridge door.
"I am the one they call when things go wrong, and things have indeed gone wrong."
With that he walked over to the front door. "In case you're wondering, this did not go well." He reassured and easily pulled the door open, that Mikey had nailed to the frame. "You have three days to change my mind." And with that he closed the door. Raph turned and glared at Mikey...