Journal entry N°6-Leo's journal:

What the what?

"Weird. Eerie. Uncanny. Unearthly.

These adjectives refer to what is of a mysteriously strange, usually frightening nature.Weirdmay suggest the operation of supernatural influences, or merely the odd or unusual.

We live in a weird world with weird costumes, weird laws, weird food, weird fashion styles, weird music and also weird families.

Take mine, for example.

We are the perfect definition of weird.

Not that is a bad thing; actually, that makes our lives more interesting.

But there are days when the excess of weirdness around me makes me wish I had never left my bed in the morning…"


The clock in Leonardo's room showed 8:15 am but the blue-clad ninja couldn't care less. He sighed contently in his sleep, nuzzling the cool side of his pillow; in his arms rested a brown teddy bear that always guarded his dreams even now in his teenage years.

Last night had been one of those nights.

He was on his way back from April's place after her katana lessons when he found out everyone had synchronized their "evil clocks", as Michelangelo would say, and decided it would be fun to give him a rough night at the same time.

Regular criminals, Purple Dragons, Hun and to top it all: Foot Ninjas.

True, his brothers had come to his aid but by the time they arrived, he had already given and received some punishment.

It was normal that he had come home exhausted and dying to go to sleep and, logically, Splinter gave him all the next day off to get some greatly needed rest and that was exactly what Leonardo had been doing.

Until…

"PLAYER 1 WINS!"

With a very non-manly shriek, Leonardo jolted upright in his bed. He could clearly feel how his heart jumped up his throat, dropped to his stomach and went back home in just one millisecond. Even after that abrupt wake-up call, the sword wielder was still confused and drowsy so it wasn't much of a surprise when he fell off the bed after a vicious fight against the bed sheets in his hurry to go see what was exactly happening outside.

"What?! That was totally not fair!" Yelled a familiar voice from outside.

The blue-clad ninja stopped his struggle and sighed, running a palm over his face. "Casey. Definitely Casey"

"I want a rematch!"

"As you wish but I assure you, it will not change the outcome" Came another voice.

"Master Splinter?" Leo said to no one in particular. "No, it can't be. Can it?"

The blue-clad ninja finally freed himself from the bed sheets and after getting "dressed", he left his room and headed to the living room hoping to find Casey and the rightful gamer of the lair, his brother Michelangelo, sitting side by side arguing over videogames.

'It's just my head playing tricks on me' He thought. 'I mean, Splinter can't possibly be-'

Before he could finish with his mental rambling, he stopped dead on his tracks as soon as he reached the couch. As much as Leonardo would've liked to deny the truth, one thing was for sure: his head was definitely not playing tricks on him.

"Ah Leonardo, it is good to see you awake" Splinter welcomed his blue masked son, game controller still in hand.

'Ok? This is odd' Leo said mentally.

"Did you have enough rest, my son?" Splinter asked his pupil, bringing him back to reality.

"Y-yes?" Leo answered, still in shock by the sudden discovery.

"Good. Now, I must inform you there will not be training today; you can do whatever pleases you" The ninja master informed.

After this, Splinter's attention went back to the screen. "Now where were we? Ah yes. As my sons would say: I was going to kick your butt again, Casey Jones" He said with a cocky smile.

Leo's jaw dropped.

Either this was a bad dream or he had somehow jumped to a different dimension the other night because what he saw and heard was not something his Sensei would do on a regular basis.

Then another thought came to his mind. 'Wait a minute, if Splinter is playing videogames…'

Leonardo tapped Casey's shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt but where's Mikey?"

"In his room with April" Casey answered. "Klunk's back from the vet and she bought some stuff for him. You know how she is, always wanting to spoil the lil' flea bag and Mikey's got the camera ready. I think they said something about a makeover session?"

"Makeover session?" Leo repeated absentmindedly but no one was paying attention to him now. Casey and Splinter were too focused on their game to care about Leo's sanity at the moment.

"That's something I gotta see for sure" With this, the sword wielder went back upstairs.

As he approached, Leo could already hear the nonsense coming from Mikey's room.

"I don't know, I think I liked the sombrero better than the top hat" Mikey said.

"But the top hat goes better with the monocle, don't you think?" April replied.

"Yeah, I guess so. Aww, look how he chews on his tiny bow tie!"

Curiosity won again making Leo open the door just to find a bunch of bags, cat toys and different accessories spread on the floor altogether with Mikey's comic books and action figures. In the middle of this chaos were April, Mikey and Klunk who didn't look exactly pleased nor comfortable wearing a ridiculously small sombrero on his head.

"Hey Leo" April greeted him.

"And he lives!" Mikey teased. "Had some good sleepy time?"

"Yes or at least I was having it" Leo said. "What are you exactly doing to that poor cat?"

"Oh, this? Well, when I was on my way to pick up Klunk I saw this new pet shop with cute stuff for dogs and cats and… well I couldn't help myself" April explained, stroking Klunk's belly.

"Doesn't he look cute with this tiny sombrero? Oh! And it came with this tiny mustache too!" Mikey added showing the black fake mustache by putting it on his own face.

The blue-clad ninja blinked. "Uh… huh. Anyway, have you seen Donnie?"

"I think he's in the pool testing the water or something nerdy like that" Mikey said taking the sombrero off Klunk's head, much to the cat's relief.

"Alright. I'll leave you to your business then"

"Wait Leo, before you leave…" Mikey said while standing up and showing him a tiny orange plaid skirt "… you think Klunk would mind if I make one for me? You know, to match like twins!"

Leo blinked, turned on his heels and wordlessly closed the door behind him.

"The hell just happened?" He muttered to himself and moved on in search of his genius brother.

The sword wielder walked past the living room again where a second time defeated Casey Jones kept complaining about his lost while Splinter chuckled. Leo tried his best to ignore this scenario, it was just not normal.

Just like Michelangelo said, Donatello was in the pool. Or at least his weapon and gear were; his brother was nowhere to be seen.

Or so he thought.

"Hey Donnie, you here or… what in the-?"

Don was there, yes. Just not experimenting, not testing the water or upgrading the ShellSub.

No.

He was lying on the floor by the pool, lying on his plastron with his arms cushioning his head; he was stripped of his gear with only a pair of sunglasses on and he also had a large bendy straw stuck between his lips that allowed him to drink a large soda while he rested under several lamps.

"Ok, this day just keeps getting weirder and weirder" Leo thought out loud.

Donatello turned his head to his brother's direction and smiled. "Hi Leo. Care to join me?"

"Join you? I don't even know what you're doing!"

"I'm getting a tan, duh!" Don replied.

Leo looked at him in puzzlement. "That's it? What happened to the 15 minutes explanation? And where did you get those lamps? How are you getting tan without a tanning bed? Why-"

"-Leo, chill" Don said lazily. "I can't always be a genius"

Leo couldn't argue against Don's statement.

What he said was true, Don was not always working, thinking or inventing stuff; he had also a fun, laidback side. Thing is it was very rare of Donatello to show that side of him which would explain Leo's reaction.

Still confused, the sword wielding turtle decided to let Don be. "I think I'll go see what Raph's doing"

"You sure you don't want to join me? You could use some swimming and a tan after what you went through last night" Don insisted.

"I'll pass this time. Besides, you look comfortable there so why interrupt?" Leo replied.

Don shrugged. "Suit yourself but you're missing out some fun"

Leonardo hurried his steps to the dojo. So far, things were plain weird in the lair, so weird that he was starting to regret having left the bed. Come to think of it, it wasn't bad to see how his family's routine had changed and as he had been told: change is good.

But for some reason, this change didn't feel right to Leonardo.

It was just weird.

The sword wielder stopped in front of the dojo's door, closed his eyes and breathed deeply while repeating a single thought in his mind.

'Please be here, please be here, please be here'

When he opened the door, Leo opened his eyes and almost yelled out in joy to see the sai wielder sitting on his bench press, shell facing the door, a cloth in his hand that indicated he was just cleaning his weapons.

At last someone other than himself was being normal.

"So you finally woke up" Raph said.

Leo let out a nervous chuckle and rushed to crush his brother in a bear hug. "YES! YOU'RE HERE!"

Shocked, the red-clad ninja stood there not sure of what to do next. "Uh… good to see you too?"

Leo let go off him and sighed in relief. "God, it's crazy outside I'm telling you! Casey and Splinter are playing videogames, April and Mikey are dressing up Klunk and Donnie is getting a tan?"

"Not to mention your emotional outburst" Raph added. "Seriously, surprise bear hugs? And you say the others are crazy?"

"I was just so glad to see you're here. Another weirdness like, I don't know… you knitting a sweater… would've made me lock myself in my room for the day" Leo laughed wholeheartedly.

"Then I guess now it ain't the perfect time to ask you to try on this, is it?"

The leader's laugher was abruptly cut off. Raphael hadn't been cleaning his weapons; the cloth in his hand was part of a sweater he was knitting until Leo came in.

Leo's mouth opened and closed. "B-but… how… what-" He stuttered.

"-Since Mikey gave your favorite sweater to Klunk I was thinking maybe I could knit you one. You never know when you're gonna get cold and…" Raph explained until he noticed the expression on Leo's face. "… and I think I better stop talking"

Leo nodded. "Yes, please" He, then, slumped in the nearest chair he could find burying his face on his hands.

Raph chuckled, amused by his brother's distress. "Cheer up, Fearless. I'm sure this day can't get any weirder"

"You just had to say that" Leo said, his voice muffled by his hands.

"How about I make you some tea?" Raph offered. "It'll make you feel better"

Leo's face went up, eyes as wide as saucers. "And now you're being nice to me! Twice in a day!"

Raph smirked, helping Leo to get up. "What can l say, big bro. I'm in a good mood"

"GOOD MOOD?! YOU and GOOD MOOD!" Leo yelled in disbelief. He could clearly feel a corner of his eye twitching by now.

Raph shook his head and laughed while they walked to the kitchen. It was very funny to see Leo flip out like this; he just wished he had the camera to film his reactions.

The sai wielder was about to say something to Leo to reassure him but another presence caught his eye.

"Oh look, it's your girlfriend" He said referring to the long dark haired girl sitting by the table.

"Raph!" Leo protested.

"Hey, you gotta admit my teasing ain't a weird thing" Raph replied.

Leo sighed. "True" His attention went to the girl and immediately noticed something odd. "Why is she poking her pizza slice?"

"Go ask her, I'll get some tea bags from Splinter's secret stash. Looks like you need something stronger than your regular tea" Raph said leaving his brother in the kitchen.

Groaning mentally, Leo approached the girl. "Uhmm, Who?"

"Sup" She said casually, never interrupting the poking.

"Ok, I've had a weird morning and I'm afraid to ask this but… why are you poking your pizza and not eating it?"

"My body is on strike" Who answered.

"Mind to explain that?" Leo asked reluctantly.

"I was thirsty so I came for water but my throat decided it want to swallow anymore, I stopped breathing for a moment, my legs just didn't want to move; I couldn't talk for a moment either because my voice wouldn't come out no matter what and now I'm supposed to be hungry but my mouth is tired of chewing so now I'm poking the pizza, watching it to get cold without blinking which-"


"…Before she could finish her bizarre little story, I was out of the kitchen and on my way back to the bedroom.

Seriously, on days like this…why do I even bother to get up in the morning?"

End of Journal entry N°6


Not quite what I wanted but… meh, it's random enough I think.

DANCING COTTON BALLS!

There, now it's random.

Wheeee~