Raphael awoke to an urgent pressure in his bladder. Blinking, he stumbled
off to the bathroom. As he returned to their room he wondered whether the
wolf was still curled up on the foot of Michaelangelo's bed. He had not
been happy about the arrangement, but Splinter had allowed it despite
Donatello's revelation.
He glanced over as he entered the room. It was still there, only it had stretched out alongside Michaelangelo, and he had thrown his arm over it. He was almost to his bed when his sleep-addled brain fully processed what he had seen. He stopped and looked back at the bed.
He blinked. The scene before him had not changed. He rubbed his eyes. Nothing changed. "I'm still dreaming," he thought closing his eyes, "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
He opened his eyes again. "Not fucking possible," he whispered, and sat slowly down on his bed.
Raphael wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there staring, when the sound of movement in the room across the hall awoke him from his reverie. "Probably Don and Leo heading out for their morning run," he thought, "Time to find out whether or not I've lost my mind."
He opened the door just as Leonardo and Donatello were emerging from their room. They looked surprised to see him up so early.
"You're not actually going to join us this morning are you?" Leonardo asked.
"No. Ummm…"
Donatello interjected, "The wolf wake you up or something?"
"Or something. Uhhh, would you guys just look into the room there and tell me what you see on Mike's bed?"
They exchanged a quizzical glance. Donatello shrugged, "Sure Raph."
Donatello looked in first. He gasped and stepped back, jaw agape. Seeing his reaction, Leonardo quickly stepped past him and into the room. He stepped back out almost as quickly and closed the door quietly behind him.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" He hissed at Raphael.
Raphael folded his arms and shook his head.
Donatello finally shut his mouth and swallowed. "It's a mannequin. Mikey hid the wolf, and put a mannequin on his bed. It's one of his pranks, albeit a really weird one. Mike's nightlight isn't all that bright. It only looks real because it's dark."
He would have continued, but Raphael interrupted him. "That's not a mannequin. Mannequins don't breathe, they don't occasionally move in their sleep, and I don't think they have pubic hair."
Donatello blushed. "I, uh, didn't look…"
"That's a real, live, naked, chick."
Leonardo started pacing, clearly agitated. "No! That's just not possible. Where would she have come from? How'd she have gotten in here? Why would she be here? It just doesn't make any sense!"
"I don't know! All I know is…" Spotting Splinter coming down the hall Raphael stopped.
"Is something wrong?" Splinter looked from his suddenly silent sons, to the bedroom door. "Has the wolf caused a problem?"
Leonardo and Donatello looked towards Raphael, but he was at a loss for words. All he could do was open the door and point.
Splinter entered the room with some trepidation. Had the wolf attacked Michaelangelo in his sleep? He would never forgive himself if one of his sons had been harmed. He relaxed as he laid eyes on Michaelangelo. His son was sleeping peacefully on his side, one arm flung out straight, hanging over the edge of the bed. And the other…oh my. It was draped over the nude young woman lying atop his blankets.
Splinter stepped quietly forward to study her. She looked to be in her teens or twenties, had a pleasant face, fairly long wavy black hair, and pale skin. But what on earth was she doing here? His attention was drawn to the bandage wrapped around her left thigh. The same bandage that had just last night been wrapped around the leg of a wolf. He blinked. Surely, such a thing was not possible? And yet, what other explanation could there be?
His other sons had crowded into the doorway as he had assessed the situation. He shooed them out into the hallway and closed the door. He motioned them on down the hall and into the living room. Sitting down with a sigh, he spoke, "It would appear that Michaelangelo's wolf has turned into a woman."
He glanced over as he entered the room. It was still there, only it had stretched out alongside Michaelangelo, and he had thrown his arm over it. He was almost to his bed when his sleep-addled brain fully processed what he had seen. He stopped and looked back at the bed.
He blinked. The scene before him had not changed. He rubbed his eyes. Nothing changed. "I'm still dreaming," he thought closing his eyes, "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
He opened his eyes again. "Not fucking possible," he whispered, and sat slowly down on his bed.
Raphael wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there staring, when the sound of movement in the room across the hall awoke him from his reverie. "Probably Don and Leo heading out for their morning run," he thought, "Time to find out whether or not I've lost my mind."
He opened the door just as Leonardo and Donatello were emerging from their room. They looked surprised to see him up so early.
"You're not actually going to join us this morning are you?" Leonardo asked.
"No. Ummm…"
Donatello interjected, "The wolf wake you up or something?"
"Or something. Uhhh, would you guys just look into the room there and tell me what you see on Mike's bed?"
They exchanged a quizzical glance. Donatello shrugged, "Sure Raph."
Donatello looked in first. He gasped and stepped back, jaw agape. Seeing his reaction, Leonardo quickly stepped past him and into the room. He stepped back out almost as quickly and closed the door quietly behind him.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" He hissed at Raphael.
Raphael folded his arms and shook his head.
Donatello finally shut his mouth and swallowed. "It's a mannequin. Mikey hid the wolf, and put a mannequin on his bed. It's one of his pranks, albeit a really weird one. Mike's nightlight isn't all that bright. It only looks real because it's dark."
He would have continued, but Raphael interrupted him. "That's not a mannequin. Mannequins don't breathe, they don't occasionally move in their sleep, and I don't think they have pubic hair."
Donatello blushed. "I, uh, didn't look…"
"That's a real, live, naked, chick."
Leonardo started pacing, clearly agitated. "No! That's just not possible. Where would she have come from? How'd she have gotten in here? Why would she be here? It just doesn't make any sense!"
"I don't know! All I know is…" Spotting Splinter coming down the hall Raphael stopped.
"Is something wrong?" Splinter looked from his suddenly silent sons, to the bedroom door. "Has the wolf caused a problem?"
Leonardo and Donatello looked towards Raphael, but he was at a loss for words. All he could do was open the door and point.
Splinter entered the room with some trepidation. Had the wolf attacked Michaelangelo in his sleep? He would never forgive himself if one of his sons had been harmed. He relaxed as he laid eyes on Michaelangelo. His son was sleeping peacefully on his side, one arm flung out straight, hanging over the edge of the bed. And the other…oh my. It was draped over the nude young woman lying atop his blankets.
Splinter stepped quietly forward to study her. She looked to be in her teens or twenties, had a pleasant face, fairly long wavy black hair, and pale skin. But what on earth was she doing here? His attention was drawn to the bandage wrapped around her left thigh. The same bandage that had just last night been wrapped around the leg of a wolf. He blinked. Surely, such a thing was not possible? And yet, what other explanation could there be?
His other sons had crowded into the doorway as he had assessed the situation. He shooed them out into the hallway and closed the door. He motioned them on down the hall and into the living room. Sitting down with a sigh, he spoke, "It would appear that Michaelangelo's wolf has turned into a woman."