Hey readers! Sorry for the wait, but I actually got a reason to why I'm so late! So, I wrote the next chapter for this story and my other story, right? And I did that four times, because I was never happy with it. And then when I am finally as satisfied as I could get, I start editing. In the middle of me editing, THE POWER GOES OUT! Everything got erased because I hadn't saved it yet! EVERYTHING! And my Microsoft Word didn't even auto save it! Does anyone know why that may have happened, I know nothing when it comes to laptops or computers, or pretty much any electronics. Then, it was test week, so I had to study and all. You guys get that, we've all been there. So yeah, but now test week is over, and I'm praying the power doesn't go out, so take five of me writing this! Action!

Oh, and I felt like I was disrespecting some people with this. I'm not a spoiler, but if are not comfortable not knowing if there is character death, pm me, and I'll tell you. But do not tell other readers, please! For those who don't like a story to be spoiled, like me, go ahead and read. I hope you like my character torture, muwhahahaha! Ahem...Does anyone have a cough drop? I don't think I'm meant for evil laughs...

Mikey's POV

I can't hear anything, I can't even hear the silence that sometimes filled a small part of this nothingness. When I heard the silence, it didn't make it all better, but I heard something. Now, nothing. I feel my mouth moving, my throat hurting, so I'm guessing I'm trying to scream, but I am not entirely sure. Because I don't have my sight and hearing to tell me.

I feel panic bubble in me like a volcano when it is rumbling, preparing to bursting and let out everything it has been keeping in. I try to scream again, but I see nothing. I hear nothing. There is nothing.

I feel wetness go down my cheeks and drip onto my arms, and I think I am crying. This is when the ashes and smoke of a volcano start to rise up and fill the air with its dirty scent making it extremely difficult to breathe.

I feel my mouth and vocal cords scream, I feel myself try to pry my eyes open, hoping it is just them being forced closed. My sobs clog my throat while the air is trying to force its way to the lungs. I feel them have a battle. I feel my eye lids squint, feel my mouth move, but I cannot see or hear anything, despite my attempts.

Now can I not only not see the nothingness, I can't hear it either. Which was weird, since there was really nothing to hear in the first place. But this is different, when I had my hearing, I knew I could hear if I wanted too. I felt comforted knowing I had a sense left. And I remember that Shredder would sometimes, torture me and would hear something from my past. And it hurt, it hurt like hell to remember the things I tried so hard to forget. But with torture, came something in this empty void. No, I can't even call I an empty void. Even if the void is empty, it is still there, it is still going. Nothingness is the only word that can describe where I am. But, with deafness and blindness, comes nothing.

And what makes this so hard is that I know what I am missing on. I remember how it was to hear, the joy of being able to see. I would always look or hear the world, and with what I saw or heard, I would try to turn it into something positive or wonderful. But without being able to see or hear the world anymore, how do I stay bright, how do I live? And knowing how I used to be able to do that, and now I can't even see or hear the little things that I sometimes have in this nothingness, it kills me. Who knows, I may being tortured right now, maybe I'm suppose to see my brothers smiling or hear them screaming at me, but I can't experience the sensation. I use to have nightmares of being tortured, and I would wish every night right before I go to bed that I never would have to experience that again, that I would go through anything than those nightmares. I regret that now, I can't go on with nothing, I need something.

The only thing that keeps me anchored to the nothingness where I am now stuck on is when I feel myself, and around me. This nothingness would take different shapes, sometimes I would float, sometime be stuck on the ground. Maybe there is something new since I lost my sight. But no matter what form it took, nothing would always be nothing.

I feel my gut, it is empty yet full of pain at the same time. It is impossible to explain what I mean. Someone would only know what that meant if they had experienced it before. The closest it feels like is when I was in bed. It was like I was aware of all my surroundings, I felt the bed under me, the blankets covering me and keeping me trapped in their warmth. But at the same time, I don't. I feel myself floating at the same time, drifting off to sleep's own little world. It sort of feels like that, except these two feelings I have cause me pain.

The emptiness makes my gut hurt. And the emptiness holds the pain. It is like a two in one package. I want to scream, I want to cry out, but I think I am already am. And it still doesn't make me feel better.

My mouth moves in patterns, shouting certain words over and over again, and it is only after many repeats that my brain recognizes what I am saying. Something, wait, something is there. I know this, I have done it before.

I keep doing what I was doing, screaming, crying, and it hits me like a full blast force of ice and snow. These are words I've called out before, "Leo, Raph, Donnie, Dad." Sometimes I even feel myself call out the words, April and Casey, but the first four are called out way more often.

I know I am saying these words, because in the past, saying these names are like a routine to me. It came so easily, and no matter what the circumstances, my brain just triggered them. Made me remember what I was saying. And even though I still cannot see or hear my mouth moving or saying these names, I know by the motion of my lips that I am calling out to them. And for a split-second, I feel happy. I just recognized something in this nothingness. But then guilt swallows me up, and my brain has a battle. And I have no idea which side I am on.

The few words you recognize you are calling out to is your family? Isn't the whole reason you started this was to get away from them to make them happy and safe? And now you're being selfish and calling them back?

I know, but it's so hard. I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't. I just- I didn't think-I

Exactly, because you didn't need to think. After all your brothers have done for you, even after everything they thought about you, you just had to do this one thing for them. You want to bring them to this hellish nightmare too?

No of course not! But I really can't do this anymore. This nothingness is going to kill my mind. I tried, I did, but-

But what? Even if they wanted to come and save you they couldn't. They think you are dead. How are they suppose to know you are alive in your mind and that you are suffering? Does that even sound like something they would consider?

Well…no…but they could…

You know you are lying to yourself! False hope will get you no where! Now be honest with yourself, do you really think they are going to come?

…No.

Exactly.

And with that final though, the hopeless, yet realistic side of my brain won. And how could I prove that side of my mind wrong? It was right.

It was as if I was a towel, and someone was wringing the water out of me, but the water was my hope.

My brothers had used to tell me, "Fear will always be easier to have than hope. But fight, fight as if you were fighting for your life for that hope, and once you have it grasp on it with all that you have. Because in the end, hope will always be stronger than fear." And I always believed them and thought of their words, that's how I was able to face fighting Shredder, face LeatherHead when he was on a rampage, be able to see Raph storm out of the lair and force myself to know he will come back. But now, in this nothingness, where I can't see or hear and know that no one would come for me, even if they knew, could, and wanted to. But they can't and they don't. What is there to hope for?

I feel myself lay down, apparently this nothingness has a floor today, and wrap my arms tightly around my stomach, as if to stop some of the pain. I feel the wetness come out of my eyes fiercely, and I feel myself rock back and forth.

I am so close to breaking, I don't even know if I had yet. I don't know how being broken feels like, I don't think I have experienced it before. At least, that's what one side says to me. The other says that I know perfectly fine how it is to feel broken, because I am right now. But I can't help but refuse it, it is so hard to face the fact that I am broken, that I am gone. I couldn't. But then again, I thought I couldn't face it if I was ever deaf or blind. But I am both. But, in the end, I'm not facing it. I'm being pushed through it.

And I don't need hearing to know the one word I mumbled before I couldn't force myself to talk anymore.

"Help."

Leo's Pov

I only realized the blinding light when it was right in front of me, and that was because I had no choice but to. The tears that blur my eyes makes the golden light shift, as if it were a lava lamp, but with black bubbles floating around in it. The black orbs slowly advance in numbers and they grow larger by each passing second, until there is only one speck of gold that shone bright in the middle, only to get overwhelmed by the pitch black balls too. Then, the balls slowly change their shape, blending together, until they took a form as one, and I realize I am in one solid shape of darkness.

I sit there, mouth agape for a few seconds, until my brain clears up just enough to let he questions run free inside of me. Where am I? How did I get here? Where did the light come from? Where is my…family?

My family.

The cages.

The Blood.

Their death.

At first it is a blurry memory, like a far away dream, but then I remember it more clearly, and my heart picks up it's pace.

They died, all of them. And I wasn't able to save them. That horrible day all started when…when…when did it start? How did they get to those cages? What…what happened? I sit there, shaking slightly, on my knees, urging myself to recall the events, but after what I believe was a few minutes, I still remembered nothing before seeing them in cages.

How…how does something like that happen? I'm positive it wasn't a dream, I just had this feeling inside. I know I'm suppose to remember something, I am guessing this is how it feels to have amnesia . There is something deep down telling me that I'm suppose to remember something or someone, but I don't know what. Suddenly, a voice says two words out of no where. Mind and reality.

Reality. Mind. As soon as I think those words, I feel so close to remembering something important that someone told me, but in a flash it disappears. No wait…it…it was….

Suddenly, I hear wind approaching, and I see them, I see the black and gold orbs again. They're forming. Are they there to take me back to my hellish nightmare, or reality, or will they give me some answers? No, I don't think that's it. I don't feel the stretching and light-headed sensation I felt before. It either doesn't have to do with me, or something different is happening.

I feel the floor fizzling, so I look down due to curiosity, and see a form looking like it was made of gas particles. The orbs must have brought something into this darkness, as it has brought me. Was this how I looked when I was first delivered here? Slowly, the particles began to take shape, and I gasp.

No…they were dead, right? Or…did something happen? It has to do with something I was feeling earlier, doesn't it?

Mind.

Reality.

Mind.

Reality.

Mind.

Reality.

I keep repeating those words to me, knowing they mean something. I stare intensely at the figure taking shape, and that with the words I'm saying get me closer to letting me know what really happened before I saw my brothers in cages.

Mixing up my mind and reality. Yes, I feel as if I can just reach out my hand I would find the answer. But, I actually didn't need that.

Because the full answer finally came to me, when I saw Donnie.

Donnie's POV

I feel myself be absorbed to the light, it is pulling me away and I don't even fight it. Maybe I am dying from a unknown reason, maybe fate has it that me and my brothers always have to be together. Or maybe it is a punishment for not being able to save them. Whatever it is for, I don't have the fight or care left to go against it. What's there to fight for now anyways? They're gone.

My body feels fuzzy and my head seems to anchor me down. The fuzziness inside me slowly diminishes, and that's when I feel the cold solid ground that I am laying on.

"What…" I start to ask, a million questions flowing through my brain, but a voice interrupts me.

"Don't even think about it. Trust me, I got a major headache when I did." The voice sounds raw and familiar, and I wonder why. As my eye sight finally adjusted, I look up, and see a green figure staring back at me.

My breath hitches as the figure starts to come into focus. Green. Three fingers. Blue mask. He was dead. My cure didn't work. Yet, here he was, standing right in front of me with tears in his eyes.

"You…you were dead." I whisper, tears beginning to clog my vision. I...saw you…"

"Don? Do you remember how we died?" Leo asks gently.

I can't do anything but nod, the shock and the effort to hold back tears takes all my strength. Leo looks confused at my answer, and mumbles, "It must have created more memories for you."

I want to ask what he means by that, but I have more pondering and important questions to ask.

"Am I dead? Are we real?" I finally say.

"As far as I know of, no, you're not and yes, you are." Leo states.

"Then…then how?" I question, shaking my head. I lost my family yet here one of them are, speaking to me, and saying we are real? How?

"Donnie, while you were coming out of the orbs, I was already here. I started to remember bits and pieces of events. Do you remember what….Splinter…" I could see Leo's voice get caught on that word. "Do you remember what Splinter said?"

"Master Splinter? No…he…he and Shredder." That was all I was able to say, but Leo seemed to understand me.

"No Donnie. Think, think harder. Do you remember before all that started, about confusing mind and reality?" Leo questioned.

Mind.

Reality.

Those words, I don't know why, but they seemed so important. Like…like something I need to know…

Mind.

Reality.

Confusing mind…and reality…

I look of realization crawls its way on my face.

"You mean…this is what Sensei was talking about?" I ask, remembering what memories were created and the pain I felt no too long ago. Leo gave me a slight nod, answering my question.

So everything I saw was fake? Casey and April weren't together, Splinter and Shredder didn't fight, my dad didn't die, my brothers didn't pass away, it wasn't my fault?

I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes, and I smile from relief. "Thank gosh." I mumble, and I am compelled to hug Leo, but just then the dots that have carried me on my journey have arrived. And the look on Leo's face told me that someone had arrived. Turning my attention to the figure forming, I know exactly who it was.

Raph's POV

I feel something burn my eyes, but I don't look up too see what it was. I am swallowed by grief and guilt. I murdered them. I killed my brothers. If only they left me alone, if only they didn't follow me, if only they didn't play a stupid prank on me, if only…

If only I controlled my temper, if only I realized it was them, if only I thought before I did things.

If only I wasn't the person I tried to hide from them.

I feel light headed and dizzy, but I don't care. I beg the heavens to give me actual torture, that I deserve it. I want someone to kill me or capture me, a monster like me deserved to be locked up and dead.

"I'm sorry…" I whisper, for about the millionth time, but I know apologizes will not change the past, and will get me nowhere in the future. "Please…" I beg, not finishing me sentence. I was begging them to change time, bring them back, but I knew it was for nothing. My courageous, understanding, calm, and supporting brother didn't deserve to be dead. My geeky, smart, and creative younger brother didn't deserve this. My happy-go-lucky, innocent, cheerful, and kind youngest brother didn't deserve this. None of them should be dead. I should, I was a monster, an Akuma*, I didn't deserve to live, but I didn't deserve to die either. I didn't deserve to die, then all my sorrows would go away, and that wouldn't be fair to anyone else. I didn't deserve to be alive in the first place. I was a devil dressed as a hero.

I feel a cold, smooth floor underneath me, but I didn't care to look where I was. It was for sure a place I didn't know, so I must be somewhere else, as a pet, or in captivity, who cares? I'm glad.

Suddenly, I feel a hand, a hand I know and memorized, on my shoulder. I try to block out the feeling, no, it was just something that felt like the hand. Like my brother's-no, I don't have the right to call them my brothers-like the hero's hands.

I hear a familiar voice calling out my name. I grasp my head with my hands, trying to block out that voice. "No, Stop it. Go away." I pleaded.

"Raph, I need you to look up." A soothing voice requested, softly yet firmly. It was like there was an unyielding force that made me slowly bring up my head and like whoever had got or saw me in the eye. And when I did, I immediately regretted it.

"No, no ,no, no, no! Please, go away. I know your mad at me, please, go ahead and do what you like. But don't make me look at you again, please don't." I begged, tears still streaming down my face, as I instantly look down again.

"Raph, whatever happened, it wasn't real. Please look at us." Another voice tried again, and I realized it was my former brother, before I ruthlessly slaughtered him, Donatello.

No! They are lying to me, out to get you because of what you did. It's a trick.' I tried to convince myself, but the kind voice, it was too much for me to handle, no matter what, I just had to look.

As I painfully bring my head up to take a glance at them, I realize they don't look like the ghost I imagined that wanted revenge. They looked solid, and they weren't see through, and they had kind and concerned looks on their faces.

I try to look down, but I can't. They look like they have to say something else to me, and no matter how painful it is, I needed to know. What if it was their last wishes, or something important?

"Raph. Whatever you saw, it wasn't real. Remember, were in Mikey's mind, we made the journey through his spirit. Remember, Master Splinter said that we would have nightmares and get filled with memories, that never really happened." Leo explained.

"What-" Is all I'm able to get out before I grasp my head as all the memories violently smash me back.

Mikey, he died. So we thought. We were saving him. I didn't kill my brothers, I wasn't a murder. It has just in the mind, it wasn't reality. I recalled, everything clearer now, and my shoulders slumped in relief, and I started to shake.

"Raph…Raph…what's wrong?" Leo asks, he and Donnie going at knee length so that it was easier for them to look at me.

"You were dead, because of me. But it wasn't real, it was all in my head." I cried with relief.

"I thought you were dead, that I murdered you. That I would never see you again." I cried, softly wrapping my arms around my gut, cringing at the memory. I feel two pairs of arms encircle me, and I don't even have to look up to see who they belong too. I don't attempt to stop the tears that flowed down my cheeks, because I felt my brother's tears splash on me too. They were here, that's all that mattered.

I didn't kill them. They were alive. And apparently they had horrible nightmares where we were gone too, because we all kept tell telling us how we were scared, they we were sorry, and that we were here now.

After hugging and crying for a few moments, just getting over the fact that what we just experienced wasn't reality, we helped each other up.

"Alright guys, this has been…crazy." Leo said, choosing his words carefully, because he knew that all of us were still affected by that we saw. And I think we always will. Because even though it didn't really happen, the pain, sorrow, and hurt was clearly felt, and that will never leave our minds no matter how hard we try to get rid of it.

"But, we came here to find a way to save Mikey. So that's what we are going to do. Yes, we are reunited, but we will never be family knowing our little brother is still alive somewhere, and we're going to go save him." Leo announced. I couldn't believe how confident he sounded after the trauma we went through. As much as I hated to admit it, he really was a true born leader.

"So how are we suppose to save him?" Donnie asked.

Leo seemed deep in thought. "We make his soul as pure as we can get it, and bring him home." Leo decided.

"Oh, wow. Thanks for the information, oh wise one." I said sarcastically. If Leo and Donnie were going to try to be their geeky and courageous, then I will try to be my sarcastic self. We all had to be brave. No matter how scared and affected I felt. I felt an unknown courage go through my veins, and I felt as if that was just what I needed.

"You'll see what I mean." Was all the Leo said, and started slowly heading forward, but in a slower pace than he usually does, as if he doesn't want to be separated by us but doesn't want to seem weak. Yep, that's my brother. Don and I take a hint and run up to him, with a new purpose and some sadness heaved off our chest, replaced with hope that we got by going through our worst fears, no matter how terrified we were and still are.

The world seemed lighter to carry on our shoulders. Yes, I knew we had a huge task at hand, and our little brother's life may depend on this, but as we always told each other, "Fear will always be easier to have than hope. But fight, fight for that hope as if you were fighting for your life, and once you have it grasp onto that hope with all that you have. Because, in the end, hope will always be stronger than fear."

Splinter's POV

Now that no one is here, I allow myself to show my true fear and anticipation, switching my sight to my sons in their meditating position, to Michelangelo, to the doorway, and back again. I am tired and I know perfectly well why, but I need April and Casey to arrive first. It wasn't as if I could rest even if he wanted to.

Suddenly, my ears prick up at the new sound that invaded the rhythm of the beeping clock, footsteps. Turning my direction to the door, even though by now I would be staring at Michelangelo, I see April O' Neil and Casey Jones rush into the lair, I look of utter worry written of their expressions.

"Sorry we're late Master Splinter, we"-April starts to explain, but I cut her off.

"It is fine, whatever the reason, at least you are here. Now please, take a seat." I ushered them inside, pointing to the sofa.

"But…didn't you say this was urgent?" April asked. "Noting to take offense to Master Splinter, but I don't think we have time for tea." April acknowledged.

"It is. But first you must know the whole story to understand why." I explained, and sat In front of them, and began the whole story starting from a few hours after they left.

Except for the occasion gasp, or reaction, they did not interrupt. When I finished, I looked at them, expecting them to have questions, and I was not disappointed.

"So, someway the mind and the soul are connected, even though the heart died? And you don't know why?" April asked, even though I had explained this earlier, but I give her a nod as if giving her a final answer.

"And you have no idea how this is happening? But you sense that this is not natural and something bad is happening to his mind and soul?" April questions again, and I give her the same answer I gave her to her previous question.

"And you said you meditated, and made them realize the difference between mind and reality quicker than it should be? So you literally sent them courage and realization from part of you and part of their other chakras?" April wondered, as she seemed to be full of questions.

"Yes, if I would let them sit there and let them figure out what they saw didn't really happen, I'm afraid it would take them too long to recover from it and believe it. So I took some emotion from me, and their heart chakra which is protected along their crown chakra-to bring them back home- to make the process go quicker and realization and hope dawn on them. It is not natural that one should recover from an experience they saw and felt such as their worst fear as the did, but it was essential."

Casey and April nodded in understanding.

"So…the guys' physical body is here…but their mental mind is traveling through Mikey's soul and into his mind?" Casey asked uncertainly, wearing an expression of unbelief.

"Yes." I answered bluntly, and stay silent, waiting for another question to pop up.

"So…are the guys merged with Mikey now? Are they like a part of him? Like, does Mikey now feel the emotions they feel, or does he even know they are traveling through his soul?" Casey asked, and his question actually surprises me.

"To answer both of your questions simply, Casey, no. The brothers are like mere travelers, they spiritual bodies keeping their own emotions to themselves. If two people merged, as you say, I think that person would corrupt. Imagine, two different beings sharing the same mind. That would be as if Shredder and I shared the same mind. It would be impossible." I state.

"Well yeah…but not long ago I thought this was impossible too." Casey defended.

I see April sharply elbow Casey, and he sends me an apologetic glance. "Sorry… he didn't mean to make that sound rude. It's been a long day for you." April says out loud, which I am predicting is what Casey was trying to say with his eyes.

I look at these two children sympathetically, even though they were not biologically part of this family, they still were treated as one and felt like one, and I knew the death of Michelangelo as affected them as well. "It has been a long day for all of us." I state, as if telling them not to worry.

We sit there in awkward silence, until April brings the attention back to the matter at hand. "So…what do you need us for?"

"I have meditated a little while before you have arrived. I have sent energy and courage to my sons, and I made them remember the words "Reality" and "Mind," knowing by their auras that they needed help. But sadly, that has drained all my energy, and if I do not get rest soon I am afraid I will not be able to assist them on their next part of their journey. I need you to watch over them, one of you watch Michelangelo and the other watch the three brothers. If there is even the slightest change, you must come wake me. If not, get me in about two hours, maybe a little less. I am positive that will be around the time I am needed.

"Master Splinter, one last question. What if the guys can't save Mikey, or if they're stuck there? April asks with great difficulty, but I new this question was going to come sometime around.

I take a deep breath, and let it out as a long sigh, preparing myself to deliver the answer. "If they fail, they may all pass away or they will all be stuck in my son's mind, and eventually, their spiritual selves will wear out, and they will become nothing. Since my sons are traveling through Michelangelo's mind and soul, when they perish, Michelangelo will perish with them." I justify.

"But you just told me they don't become one with each other…" Casey trails off and silently urges me to explain.

"Think about it this way. Let us say Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello are travelers with deadly diseases. They come into Michelangelo's house, who is already dying and becoming weak as it is, and they sleep in the same room. The deadly disease will spread through the room by breath, and all four of them will then have the disease, all leaving them to die. They were not in Michelangelo's body, true, they couldn't kill him if they or him were not sick, but they were. That is how this works. When my three oldest sons go into Michelangelo's soul and body, their strength slowly slip away, which is like having a disease. That affects Michelangelo as well. That is the best way I can explain it." I conclude, and while Casey still looks a bit confused, he gives a nod anyways.

"So…how do the guys stop it?" April finally asks after a moment of silence.

"That is up to them. As much as I hate to admit it, they know more about their brother than I. How to get him out of the trance that is taking over his mind and soul, that is up to them. Once his brothers has 'woken' Michelangelo up, I will bring them back. But I cannot interfere with their job. I know how to get them in and out, and how to even give them some of my emotion, but the rest is up to them. " I answer.

"That's some responsibility for some teenagers." Casey whistled, but otherwise look concerned.

"Desperate times calls for desperate measures." I state. "Now as much as I hate it, I know I must rest, or I may not be able to get the brothers out of there, and they will be stuck there for eternity." And I walk off.

I know I am suppose to rest, but I am curious if the teenagers will say anything they were scared to say in front of me once they think I am gone.

"He says that so casually, you would think he does this sort of thing every week." Casey joked, sitting next to Michelangelo's bed, but the atmosphere of the air stays the way it was before, with tension and worry. But I know that if I concentrate hard enough, I can sense a speck of hope for the future too. I wish that things will go our way, and that I the future that speck of hope will illuminate the room and make their way into everyone's heart.

The two teenagers sit in silence for some while, and just as I am about to leave, I another hear another voice.

"Do you understand what Splinter meant by he can give them emotion and take them in and out of places, or about the brothers dying in the soul?" Casey asks.

"Not entirely, but I understood what he was trying to say." April said, looking too exhausted to say more. Apparently Casey understood.

A few long seconds went by, and I was about to go to my room to finally rest, but for the second time today, a voice stops me in my tracks.

"April?" Casey asks.

"Hm?"

"Do you think they'll make it?" He whispers, and the fear is evident in his voice.

April lets out a slow, long sigh, as if trying to relieve her stress.

"I don't know Casey, I just don't know."

Shredder's POV

I watch with interest as the three brothers walk in my hostage's mind. They came later than I thought they would, they gave me more that enough time to complete what I needed to. This is perfect.

Go ahead, take the young turtle, bring him back life, it's better for me. I'll even make a path leading you to this turtle's nothingness. I just need you to find your brother.

My job is done, at least in the turtle's mind. For now at least. But now, to carry on with the next phase.

I never thought Hamato Yoshi could be so idiotic, he is making my plan so much easier for me.

There is just one thing left that I have to do to the young turtle, in his mind at least. Then I can advance forward.

Paralyze him.

And I'm still not happy with this, but you know what, I'm not writing this chapter six times! Five was already enough, thank you very much. Well, I don't think this will ever be as good as my forth time, but this has taught me to save at least ever twenty minutes. Thanks for the life lesson stupid power, could you have made it any clearer!?

In the end, I had a rough time with this chapter. But I tried my best, so yeah. Thanks for reading though, you readers are awesome! Everyone is awesome! *Starts singing song from The Lego Movie: Everything is awesome! Everything is cool when you're part of a team! Everything is awesome, when you're living a dream! How is that not one of the catchiest songs ever?!

See ya! ;)