Raphael shot up from Mikeys bed, trembling, his mind racing. The seconds seemed to drag on as the world was tilting. He could still feel the pain from being cut with that sword. He was glad that he jumped away in time, that imposter Michelangelo cursing rather profusely as he got way. He looked over the room he was in, the blurry images started to take form, and he could see clearly. It only took a second to realize the reason things were blurry was because he was crying. He quikly wiped the tears away as he looked back at Master Splinter and chuckled sadly. Splinter stood in the doorway, his brothers behind him, all of which looked very worried.

Raphael rubbed his eyes as he spoke. "Man, I knew that they were bad, but that was just plain terrifying. Worse than a cockroach."

Donnie was the first to speak up, his voice a small wimper "What happened Raph?" Leo looked at the red turtle. Splinter hoped everything was fine. Raphael seemed to look comfused for a second.

Raphael blinked a few times. The full memory seemed to dessipate whenever he tought about it. But he felt like he knew enough to explain. "At first it was just snippets of color and emotion, but then I saw Mikey standing over the corpse of Donnie. I dont think it was vivid enough for him to remember, though." just as he said that, he saw Mikey out of the corner of his eye sit up yawning.

Mikey looked at everyone with a confused face. "Whats goin on? Raph, you look as though you've seen a ghost," chuckled the youngest brother.

Raphael looked at Michelangelo with a small smile on his face, "Keep that up and you might just get the green knocked out of ya." The orange clad turtle had a mischevious smile on his face.

"Not before I prank you a couple times. It's been awhile since I set anything on fire accidently or thrown pizza sauce balloons all over the lair...oops, I wasn't susposed to say that." He chuckled a little and grabbed a pillow to try and hide from his brothers noogies.

Leonardo laughed as he went back to the Lair and into the kitchen to make breakfast, leaving Splinter and Donnie to try in vain to stop the prank war that was surely about to happen. It seemed odd to Leo, it had been so long since there was any true laughter ringing through the lair, sure there were some occasions, but never were they so happy. He smiled as he made eggs, and put them in the frying pan.

Breakfast had gone by fine, But Donnie was seeming a little down, his limp a little worse. It made Michelangelo a little worried and he secretly followed his brother into his lab. Donnie sat down, playing with a little flame, when Mikey decided he would show himself. He abruptly sat down beside Donatello with a smile on his face.

"So bro, I noticed your not doin anything geeky, whats the matter?" asked the young turtle quizically.

"Mikey, my leg will sometimes start to hurt very badly. It was damaged too much to heal completely, so i just deal with it.

The silence between the brothers was unusually long and Mikey was scaring himself. He had never once had a moment where he couldnt think of anything to say. He started to fiddle with a marker he saw on Donnie's desk. It was so cluttered with paper, he wondered why it didn't chatch on fire. Being in such a quiet atmoshpere, he thought he heard something, but ignored it and instead asked a stupid question. He absentmindedly pointed to a paper with a lot of numerical data on it and asked if he could make it into a paper airplane. Donnie just laughed and told his brother so many scientific thing that paper was good for, and Mikey took this chance to make the worst pun ever.

"Seems like your on fire with all of this sience stuff, huh." He chuckled and his brother straight out laughed. For some reason Michelangelo was starting to feel nasaous. He stood up to get some fresh air, but then everything went dark, and he was back in the weird dark and foggy enviorment Mikeranjero no Kage resided. He was gonna jump him the second he saw that shadow freak, but he didn't show. Soon a world materialized around him, and he was on a battle ground. He was wearing what looked to be a trench coat and combat boots. His sword hung limply in his hand as he heard a voice behind him. He couldn't move or control anything he did, and he didn't like it.

"Great job, son. Soon you will be able to take out those traiters you used to call brothers, yourself." Mikey screamed internally as he felt himself smile. The Shredder had just called him son, and he was smiling?! Having no control over what he said next, made his heart skip a beat.

"Of course, father. Splinter shouldn't be the only one to fall at our feet after all they have done." He hated that the smile on his face grew wider as he licked blood from the blade. He would've thrown up if he could. The imposter him walked over to the body on the ground. "Aww, not dead yet, Master Splinter, you were always the one to survive no matter how many times we think your dead." Splinter weakly looked over to Michelangelo where he laid on the ground.

"My son, why are you like this," he wheezed. Mikey inside his mind was trying to help him, but his body only cackled and stabbed his father repeatedly. The orange turtle started to wonder why the dream hadn't changed, or why he didn't have control, as the fake him was humming through the decimated New York City, to what seemed to be a jail. He felt a crazed smile across his features as he briskly walked into the building. What he saw made him wish it was a dream that was going to end soon.

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