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"What?" Raph's mouth felt dry. His head was pounding, and the room spun.

"Yeah, it tried to resist us, stupid thing," Not-Leo continued. "We dispatched it easily." He frowned. "Why do you care all of a sudden?"

"Oh! I remember that thing now!" Not-Mikey exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "It was really annoying. It was like, the leader of the resistance, wasn't it?"

Not-Leo nodded. "Ugh, I hated it. It really got on my nerves. Tried to sabotage everything we did."

"Um…how did we kill it again?" Raph asked nervously, nearly choking on the word "kill."

"We threw it off of a building, bro," Not-Mikey said, looking at Raph as though he were deeply disturbed. "You don't remember any of this?"

"Um…Yeah…Well…" Raph sputtered, wanting to get far away from these horrible versions of his brothers. "I gotta go…"

"Kay," Not-Mikey said, still looking at Raph as though he were a particularly dangerous mental patient. "My place at three, remember."

"Yeah, got it," Raph replied. Where Not-Mikey lived he had no idea.

"Don't be late this time," Not-Leo added scathingly before he ended the call.

Raph stared at the blank screen for a few minutes, trying to comprehend what was going on. Obviously, Raph was no longer at home. The only thing he could come up with to explain what was going on was that he was in another dimension. A different plane of existence. An alternate reality. Donnie could probably explain it, but Raph had no desire to talk to this world Donnie.

How did I get here? Sucked in through a mirror? Hmm…Through the looking glass…

He was Alice in frickin' wonderland, and he didn't like it one bit.

He walked over to the door the maid had come through and pulled it open. He stepped out into a long hallway and looked around. He walked down the hall and found an elevator. He walked in and looked at the buttons.

"Forty floors?" He exclaimed out loud. He was on the highest level, in what must be the penthouse. He pressed the button labeled "LOBBY." The car quickly descended, and when the doors opened Raph involuntarily recoiled.

The place was swarming with Foot soldiers. They wore the requisite all black uniform, but Raph noticed that the place on the chest where the symbol of the foot should be was occupied by a different symbol. His eyes widened in horror.

A red turtle's shell adorned the front of each and every ninja that milled about the lobby. Raph stepped tentatively out of the elevator, drawing the attention of the nearest ninja.

"Master! You are awake!" He said, lowering himself onto one knee. The other ninjas in the room did the same.

"Uh. Yeah…" Raph was so confused his head hurt. He needed some fresh air. "I'm gonna go for a walk."

"Would you like for me to ring the gong, sir?" The ninja who had previously spoken inquired.

"Uh, no, thanks," Raph answered, wondering what gong he could possibly mean.

The ninja looked up. "Ah, so you've decided to stop giving them warning? Excellent decision, master. They'll never know what's coming!"

"Yeah…" Raph said slowly, backing toward the door that he could see led to the outside. He bumped into something and whirled. A foot Elite guard stood there, gripping his pointed staff. Raph reached for his Sais.

"Do you wish me to accompany you, My Lord?" He asked, sinking to one knee as the others had.

"Uh…" Raph was getting tired of making that noise. "I'd rather go alone, thanks."

"Normally, I would advise against that sir, but since you dispatched their leader, the infidels have lost confidence." The elite guard looked up. 'I am sure you will not run into any trouble."

"Alright. Bye then," Raph said. He turned and positively fled the building.

He pounded the pavement, not caring if anyone saw him. This wasn't his world, anyway. He was sure of that. He would never get along with any Foot soldier, no matter what. He heard a scream and looked around wildly, instinctively pulling his Sais from his belt.

"It's him!"

"But they didn't even ring the gong!"

"Who cares? RUN!"

The people on the street were in a frenzy. Panic swept through them; the fear was practically tangible. What are they so afraid of?

Me…Raph realized. Why are they so afraid of me?

Raph dodged down an alley, searching for a manhole cover; the sewers would give him refuge. He stopped short. He was far down the alley now, away from the screams and the people. He stood in front of a large dumpster. From the smell he determined that it belonged to a fast food restaurant. Someone was inside, digging around. Raph felt a pang when he realized that this person was probably looking for lunch.

The figure, sensing his presence, straightened. Raph got his first glimpse of the back of the person's head. He felt elated. He would have recognized that hair anywhere.

"April!" He shouted, overjoyed to see someone he recognized.

The woman in the dumpster whirled. It was April, alright. But not the wonderful woman Raph knew. She was dirty and wore tattered rags. Her eyes widened in horror, then narrowed. She swung herself out of the bin and landed gracefully. She took a defiant step toward him.

"Look, I don't know how you found out my real name," she spat, hate resonating from every syllable. "But I will not allow you to call me that. The name's Viper." She shifted into a defensive stance. "I am not afraid of you."

"April!" Raph exclaimed in exasperation. "What is going on? You know I'd never hurt you!" Raph's mind was telling him that this wasn't his April, but it hurt him to see any April hate him so much. They were good friends.

"Tell that to Master Splinter!" Viper's voice was deadly quiet, tears welling in her eyes.

"Yeah, what happened with that? Why did we kill him?" Raph honestly wanted to know.

"Are you kidding? You'll kill anyone who opposes your regime! You killed Saki, your own Sensei! He raised you, and you just tossed him away like so much garbage!" She wrinkled her nose. "Not that I care about him, he was evil. But nothing compared to you!"

"The shredder was our sensei?" Raph felt light headed.

"Yes." Viper regarded him silently. "If you are going to kill me, do it quickly. I will not beg to be spared." She stood, relaxed, looking at peace with herself.

"I could never hurt you, April," Raph said, with such sincerity in his voice that Viper's resolve faltered. She shook it off.

"Look, I don't know what your game is, Raphael," She put special emphasis on is name, hoping to get a rise out of him. He just stared at her with the same pain filled gaze. "But don't think we're letting our guard down." With that she spun and fled, blending into the shadows. Raph watched his friend go, at an utter loss at what to do. He wondered what the real April was doing at that moment, when suddenly, a thought struck him. He was amazed he hadn't thought it sooner.

If I'm here, then that means this world's Raph is with my family…


"Hey guys! Pizza time!" A feminine voice rang throughout the lair.

Not-Raph looked up. No… It can't be…

April strode into view, three Pizza's perched precariously in her arms. He grinned when she saw the Turtles, who hadn't moved since Not-Raph had returned from his "shower."

"Hey Raph, nice belt," April called out. "Okay, I got pepperoni, cheese, and…"

"Hawaiian?" Mikey hurtled toward the kitchen. "Didja get Hawaiian, April" Mikey looked hopeful.

April…? Not-Raph was confused for a moment. Then he grinned. Of course, Viper can't be her real name.

"I can't believe you want fruit on you pizza, Mikey," Leo said, shaking his head. He heaved himself up off of the floor, casting his book aside. Donnie followed suit.

"Tomatoes are fruit, and they're on pizza," Mikey pointed out, grabbing plates.

"Actually, tomatoes are vegetables. They are placed in the fruits group, which is a sub-division of vegetables, like legumes. It's a common misconception," Donnie put in.

Mikey opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he paused, looking confused. Finally he just said, "Well, its food, and I'm eating it," and shoved an entire piece of pizza into his mouth. April looked disgusted.

"Hey Raph, don't you want any?" April called out to the only Turtle who hadn't moved yet. "I got pepperoni for you."

"Coming," Not-Raph murmured, staring at the woman who, back home, was his sworn enemy.

Oh, this will be too easy, Not-Raph thought as he stood and headed toward the kitchen. He noticed Leo's bare shell. His grin widened. They don't even have weapons…


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