-Author's note-
The human counterparts of the turtles are not going to have their story at the same pace as the body-swapped ninja of the other dimension. I might skip a bit of time.
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Mikey was the first one up when the next morning came. He'd even woken up before Leatherhead, his weirdly named great dane. The huge dog was curled up in his bed, sleeping away.
With a smile, Mikey hopped off the bed and got ready for the day. It was Sunday, which meant Sunday school. iYay.../i
After getting dressed for the day, Mikey refilled his pets' food bowls and water bowls. With a smile, the blonde skipped into the kitchen. His parents were sitting at the table. His father drank some coffee while his mother ate some toast. Mikey ran over to the stove, and grabbed a pan and some eggs.
His older brother walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, rubbing sleep from brown eyes. Donatello grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee.
"Another Sunday that I won't be able to help Raph if he gets in trouble..." The brunette muttered, thinking about Sunday school. "I guess I better send the guy a note."
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I woke to the sound of someone leaving the room. I opened my eyes to see green fabric as the door closed behind the boy. I sighed and rolled over in bed. Lloyd must have gone to get breakfast.
I stared at the wall next to the bunk beds and thought about how breakfast was back home. I'd cook breakfast, my brothers and father would enter the kitchen and sit at the table, and I'd serve the food. We'd talk about plans for the day, I'd crack a few jokes, and Raph would start a food fight because he was annoyed with me. Leo always tried to stop the fight, and Donnie would just sit by and drink his morning coffee.
That was the good ol' days, back before this weird body swapping.
Now, I was human, but I wasn't myself. I was still the jokester of the team, but I couldn't find a way to lighten this situation we were stuck in.
I was a ninja, but I wasn't Michelangelo Hamato.
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I couldn't sleep, I was too anxious about everything that had happened to sleep.
I missed Nya, I missed my parents, I missed my little brother Tyler... Nothing was the same here.
I sighed and walked out of the room. Honestly, it smelled like I was living in a vat of Cole's cooking. Don't tell the turtles that I said that about their home.
I walked into the dojo and grabbed a pair of nunchucks. I smiled and twirled them. At least one thing could stay the same.
I trained with the nunchucks by myself for about an hour before that giant rat walked in. He looked straight at me and I got into a defensive battle stance. The rat just chuckled softly and walked over to the tree growing in the room. He sat and closed his eyes. I think he was meditating, something our sensei did quite often.
I sighed softly and continued to train.