A/N: Hello all! (this update is much faster than others! Yay!)

Just a heads up: Bea is a bit OOC in the first couple of paragraphs, but we will explain. Promise.

Enjoy!

Chapter 24

"Donnie's not breathing…DONNIE'S NOT BREATHING!"

Bea, who had stepped out of the room to get April some water to try and splash on her brothers, peeked around the corner. Things were a bit crazy today…and even though they weren't under outside attack, the thought of her brother not breathing was enough to make her sick.

But, she remained calm, surprisingly.

Or maybe not.

Vincent rested in her arms, looking up at her with a concentration unfitting for a child of his age. It wasn't unsettling, since Bea felt very peaceful at the moment, but it was certainly unusual.

Forgetting about the water, the teenage turtle walked back into the living room just in time to see Casey (Ba Jones as Gianna called him) throw a book in the air and slap it down with his baseball bat, metal parts going everywhere.

Within seconds of him doing so, a collective moan filled the room, and four masked turtles awoke.

"Oh my gosh! You are okay!" April practically squealed, placing a kiss of relief on Donnie's cheek.

But the man who didn't sleep – Bernie? Was that his name? – was flipping a gasket, screaming about how it was the end of the world because beavers were getting loose.

Once again, the air in the room changed as purple smoke exploded from the book. Vincent's eyes had turned from Bea, but weren't staring at anyone in particular, and a blanket of calm filled the room.

The change must have alerted Claire, who came running in with Lucy in her arms. They arrived just in time to see the smoke clear and four…plush size beavers stood not three feet from Casey.

"Wait a second…" The purple one said as he looked around. "Aw dang…"

Lucy, on the other hand, had a different reaction. She squealed and wiggled out of Claire arms before crawling over to Dave and wrapped the "plush" beaver in a hug.

"Maybe this isn't too bad," Dave said with a chuckle.

"SHUT UP, DAVE!"

"Wait…This is what I've been defending the Earth from for 40 years!" Bernie exclaimed, the blanket of calm doing absolutely nothing for his crazed mind. "Plush toys!"

"If I were you guys," Casey began, his voice remarkably calm. "You'd be—"

"Leaving." The purple beaver said. "My thoughts exactly. Come, beavers! Let us leave this—"

But Casey was having none of that and taped the beaver with his baseball.

"Alright. Alright. We're going…" The purple beaver said before the group vanished in a cloud of smoke. "Big bully."

There was a long moment of silence before Raph looked at his brothers.

"Alright. I don't know about you guys…but shouldn't our hearts be pounding in our chests from those nightmares?"

"Good point…But shouldn't we also be freaking out," April continued, her voice calm. "About the fact that Donnie technically almost died a few minutes ago…"

"We should be freaking out." Mikey said. "Why am I not freaking out?"

None of them noticed the baby in Bea's arms, smiling.

"Do you think one of them stuck around?" Donnie asked, looking under the couch. "I mean, those beavers were able to manipulate our dreams, they could possibly do that to our heads too."

"Possibly, D." Casey chimed in.

Leo's eyes fall on his son and he lifted an eyebrow. "Why do you look so proud of yourself?"

Vincent couldn't help but start laughing. His father's face was still covered in marker from Mikey's antics earlier that day, and it was too much.

This was too suspicious for Raph, who looked at his sister. "I think an explanation is in order, Bea."

Bea suddenly blinked, her facial expression shifted from contentment to confusion before her eyes became the size of dinner plates. Her pupils constricted as everyone's eyes shifted to her and her breath hastened. There was no convenient way to escape this one. Vincent had revealed himself…

Swallowing thickly, Bea nodded and bit her lip. "I guess…you all should sit down. This is going to take a bit of time."

Casey returned from the kitchen with seven glasses of water for the group of teenagers. April had insisted that Donnie in particular drink something before Bea started on her story, and the girl turtle had agreed. The four ninjas and the two humans sat on the couches and chairs, while Bea sat in front of the others, Vincent still in her arms. She had refused to relinquish him to Leo, stating that she needed him to complete the story she needed to tell.

Leo had looked a bit hurt by that, but didn't press, pretty sure that he would find out why by the end of the day.

Once everyone was comfortable, Bea took a deep breath.

"Alright. So…This story begins back just after the Kraang had cloned the twos…"

****A/N: Italicized quotes are flashbacks. Un-italicized words are Bea talking****

"Kraang, are the ones called the second clones of the one that are turtles ready for that which is known as the examination?"

"Affirmative, Kraang."

"Kraang! Bring the ones called the second clones of the ones that are turtles to this place which is known as the place of examination."

A single Kraang carried each of the infant turtles, placing each one of them on a variety of devices to measure weight, length, and color. Each device beeped affirmatively as three of the infant turtles were placed in them, confirming that they were each of healthy weight and size.

However, one baby didn't fit the mold.

"Kraang! The one which is known as the second clone of the one that is known as the first turtle is lacking in that which is known as size."

"Explain this reasoning to Kraang, Kraang!"

"Kraang, the one which is known as the second clone of the one that is known as the first turtle is roughly two what is known as human inches smaller than the ones which are known as the second clones of the ones that are known as the other three turtles. Also, the one which is known as the second clone of the one that is known as the first turtle is also two that which is known to humans as pounds lighter than that of the ones which are known as the second clones of the ones that are known as the other three turtles."

"Is Kraang calling the one which is known as the second clone of the one that is known as the first turtle that which is called a Lilliputian*?"

"Indeed. What shall Kraang do with the one that is called the Lilliputian?"

They debated among themselves for a long time, debating on letting the Lilliputian live or not. They had thrown away experiments in the past, but they had other options this time.

"Why shouldn't Kraang use that is known as the special mutagen?"

The other Kraang seem to consider this, keeping silent for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Kraang has that which is known as a point. Maybe the mutagen will make the one known as the Lilliputian that which is known as bigger."

So, they situated the baby turtle on another table, while another Kraang retrieved a vial of blue/green mutagen. However, unlike normal mutagen, this one seemed to glow a bit more eerily, almost like the perfected mutagen that the Kraang had used in New York. After restraining the Lilliputian, one of the Kraang poured a bit onto the baby's head, causing the infant to scream…and scream…and scream…

But the hoped for result never came.

"Why is the something that should be that which is known as happening, not happening, Kraang?"

"Kraang does not have that which is known as the answer to the inquiry that Kraang wishes to inquire. Maybe we should give the mutagen that which is known as some time. Maybe tomorrow will yield that which is known as a result."

The other Kraang gave an affirmative, and they put the Lilliputian into an empty cage.

Bea stopped talking for a moment and placed her hands on the side of Vincent's head right over his ears. The child looked up at her for a moment, before becoming bored and playing with his toes. "The next part…isn't pretty. I don't think Vincent remembers any of it, and I do not wish for him to recall it."

After a nod of understanding, she continued.

The next day, however, yielded no result that the Kraang could see. The Lilliputian still was quite small, but the Kraang were sure that the mutagen did something to the turtle.

So they turned to their favorite form of finding out: experimentation.

I have no idea what they did to him, but from seeing what he did to the others, my older brothers, and myself, I can only assume that it was horrifying and probably illegal in this world. Particularly to an infant. However, I do know of one such event that changed things for the Lilliputian.

They were using some sort of blade, or at least were going to, when the Lilliputian couldn't take the pain anymore. There is no telling how long the torture went on for, but eventually the turtle reached his limited, and let out a terrifying scream. A scream similar to when April releases her powers, but different. The mere air in the room seemed to change. And not only that, it affected the way the Kraang behaved.

As far as I can tell, Kraang don't experience the emotions we do. Maybe that's a consequence of them using robotic bodies, but I can't be sure. But the Lilliputian seemed to be able to do the impossible: make them feel something.

One of the Kraang was so startled that they dropped the blade they were about to use, and sliced open their own brainy body. The cut was deep and went from right to left across the front of the brain, but what was worse was that the blade cut through their left eye. Unfortunately, the Kraang lost their eye. Fortunately (for them anyway), they were given a new purpose.

The incident changed the Kraang, and this one was able to speak and interact a bit better with the human population-

Donnie couldn't hold back anymore. He had figured out most of the pieces, but this had been something he'd never expected.

"So, you're telling us that Vincent has super powers…and is powerful enough to change even Kraang?"

"Pretty much." Bea said, shrugging her shoulders, her hands still over Vincent's ears. "The Kraang didn't want to waste their time on destroying a clone that they put resources into, but at the same time, creating something that could be very dangerous to them."

Donnie stroked his chin, before pausing. But it was Leo that beat him to the punch.

"Wait…so they are weapons?"

A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!

Well, some questions answered. (And Musical Ocelot: You were right...kinda...)

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