Hi everyone. Aren't you proud of me for updating so soon? I got it up in a week! We finished our regular softball season, so I have some extra time. We won first place in our conference! And I'm sure you don't care. So, onto the story!
For all of you that were frustrated with the lack of Not-Donnie in the last chapter, you'll be pleased to know that he's in this one a lot.
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Quick Shot: All right, all right, here is the next chapter. I just hope you like it. Was the update quick enough for you this time?
Chibi Rose Angel: Yeah, I like Not-Donnie too. He's REALLY fun to write. I like thinking up random things for him to do. And I suppose Not-Mikey's got his heart in the right place (well, at least in the relative vicinity). Not-Raph is a good villain, that evil, evil little Turtle. Not-Leo is even more evil though. He's pretty villan-esque as well. Yeah, Stockman…he's just a messed up little person. I'm glad you liked that scene; I tried my best on it! Awww, thank you. It feels nice to have someone who won't give up on my story. I'm working on shaking off the writer's block. I have ideas for the next few chapters, so we'll just have to see where that goes. That said, I hope you enjoy the latest installment of my fic.
Lone Warrior2: Yeah, usually when you're trying not to be found by someone and they find you, it sucks really badly. The Turtles are having difficulties coping. But, yes, as previously mentioned, Not-Donnie will make an appearance in this chapter. Many people like him; I feel very good about myself right now. Wait no longer, because more has arrived!
Irvine659: Yep, Raph's a little sadistic when it comes to dealing with Stockman. Yet another person who enjoys Not-Donnie! I should put him in chapters more… Yeah, the guys has to be wary of Not-Leo, he's pretty messed up. Oh, Iowa, eh? Well, you're not too far away! Darn coldness…well, now it's sunny and pretty outside, but yesterday it was raining and miserable. Sigh why does the weather torture us so?
kaya lizzie: I made your day? Yay! I feel so special! I'm glad you like. Well, here's the next chapter, hope you think it's interesting. I love saying dun dun dun, it makes things so much more dramatic, don't you think? Well, here's the next update!
Lunar-ninja: authoress comes out slowly, guarded by the Turtles on all sides Raph: What are we doing here? Me: You're protecting me from LN. Leo: Why? Me: She's going to gut me like a fish because I left a cliffie last chapter. Mikey: Dude! That really sucks for you. Donnie: Hmmm, that doesn't seem to be a very logical plan of action. If one guts the author, then the author will never be able to resolve the cliffhanger… authoress claps hand over his mouth Me: Shhhh! She can hear you! clears throat and gives a little wave Ummm…hey there, LN. Well, I'm glad you like the way I'm writing Raph. And don't worry about double negatives, that's all really messed up. If you speak in Spanish it doesn't matter, because they like double negatives! But I'm sure that doesn't help anything…Ummm… I really hope you don't find your butcher knife. Here's the next chapter, I hope it's to your satisfaction urges Turtles to get going and they all run for dear life
fireandsun: I'm glad you thought it was worth the wait. You didn't have to wait that long this time!
Lioness-Goddess: Oooh, beyond excellent? Thank you! Since you asked so nicely I suppose I could give you an update. giggles I hope you still love it!
Pi90katana: Hey! Yeah, I know, I know, I took a long time updating last time. But this one was quicker, see? Yes, I am 17. Mid-North area, yes. Alaska? No. I have a friend whose dad lives in Alaska! But I digress… Hmmm, what WAS in that cupboard? I'm not at liberty to say (which means I haven't come up with something yet). But it certainly wasn't the body of Not-Splinter, because Mikey woulda had a conniption. And I guess Not-Raph had all of those razors because…well…he's weird and collects razors. Yes, Stockman still has his same basic personality, except now he's terrified of the Turtles, instead of thinking of them as a mild annoyance. Yeah, Not-Leo's always ticked about something. Real Leo would never be psychotic, don't worry. I put in a reference to something I saw in your profile. It's in something Leo says. See if you can guess what it is! Oooh, longest review? Yay! That would be cool. Well, here's the next chapter, I hope you like it!
Sambev89: I'm glad you think it's unique. I wanted to try to do a fic that wasn't the same as anyone else's. You will find no romance or Mary-Sues in my fanfiction, I'll tell you that much right now. Oh, good. I was hoping I was writing this well, and not having awkward sentences that confuse everyone.
kikyopheonix19: I would never forget about dear old you! My reviewers are great! The cure for writer's block that you suggested? I actually did that. I didn't strap myself to my computer, but I sat in my bed with my laptop all day yesterday and forced myself to write this chapter. I hope it's good. I will never let this fic die! Wow, okay, deep breath… Well, grip your desk no more no more (or maybe some more, depending on how you view the action in this chapter) because an update is here!
Disclaimer: I only own the psycho versions of the Turtles. The normal Turtles are mad at me for subjecting them to the torture of associating with them, but they're just going to have to deal with it…
"What?" Leo looked at his brother in red, deeply confused. "Who knows we're here?"
Raph slowly turned to gaze at him. He noted the concern in his brother's eyes, and wondered how he could tell him what was going on without Leo getting upset. He sighed.
"You do," he simply stated. His brothers waited for him to continue, but he refused to elaborate.
"I'm afraid I don't quite comprehend," Donnie replied, drawing Raph's attention. "It's imperative that you explain further, as it would be integral to our understanding of this-"
"This world's Leo hates me. I don't know why," Raph interrupted, clearly annoyed. He hated when Donnie started doing the whole "I'm really smart" thing. He grimaced. "Actually, I do know why. He's an evil, sadistic, sociopath."
Donnie's eyes widened. "Perhaps we should get off the sidewalk," he said, drawing out his Bo as he set off at a quick trot toward the skyscraper they came from. His brothers agreed and followed, each glancing nervously over his shoulder, weapons ready, until they reached the front door. Donnie yanked it open and ushered the others quickly inside.
The place was still swarming with Foot ninjas. Raph's first thought was that they might be good protection against Not-Leo, but then he realized that they might listen to the blue-clad Turtle -he was the leader after all- at which point they'd be screwed. He motioned his brothers over and they held a quick private discussion.
"I'm gonna get rid of these Foot ninjas," Raph whispered. "They could be a safety hazard."
Leo nodded. "If these guys find out we're not really evil, we're done for."
"But how are we gonna get them to leave?" Mikey wondered.
Raph straightened up, the slightly wicked smile he had been wearing in Stockman's shop returning. "Leave that to me. You guys just get to the elevator."
Raph straightened up and took a deep breath. Leo, Mikey, and Donnie made their way over to the elevator, trying their best to look threatening.
"HEY!" Raph bellowed. Every ninja in the place was on their knees within seconds. "I need everyone to leave and not come back until tomorrow," Raph continued, a little more quietly.
The ninjas just looked around at each other, completely bewildered. A Foot Elite guard rose to his feet and addressed Raph respectfully.
"Master, if we are not here you are open to attack by the infidels. That is a risk we would like to avoid taking."
"Are you suggesting that I'm weak?" Raph asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
The Elite Guard's eyes went wide as he realized his mistake. "No, your grace, of course not. You can handle yourself. I shouldn't have worried."
With that he signaled for the other ninjas to vacate the premises. "When would you like us to return, my lord?"
"I'll ring the gong," he said, turning and walking toward the elevator as he did so. Then he stopped and spoke over his shoulder. "If someone who looks like Leonardo comes to you and tries to tell you anything, don't listen."
If the Elite Guard was puzzled by this command, he didn't show it. He simply nodded and vanished out the door, along with the rest of the Foot soldiers.
"Again I say, you were very scary Raph," Mikey said, giving his brother a high three.
The four Turtles ascended to the floor of Raph's living quarters and recounted what had happened to Master Splinter.
"I think I should call Not-Mikey, Master Splinter," Raph concluded. Master Splinter nodded. Donnie looked at him curiously.
"Not-Mikey?" He asked, raising an eye-ridge.
"Well, yeah, he's Mikey, but not," Raph explained. He strode over to the keyboard he had used earlier and pushed a button. He looked back over his shoulder and grinned. "You guys don't have to hide this time."
A ringing noise emanated from the computer-like device until the screen changed. It showed Not-Mikey's sneering face.
"What-?" He began, clearly angry at being disturbed, but broke off when he saw "himself" standing behind Raph. "What's going on?"
"Your brother sent my brothers here," Raph stated, putting the emphasis on "your." "And crazy Leo found out, and-"
"Yes, yes, I heard his announcement. I was wondering what he was talking about." Not-Mikey spotted Master Splinter and narrowed his eyes. "The rat! So, you were telling the truth, he is your Sensei."
"No, I just randomly made that up," Raph retorted, annoyed. Not-Mikey scowled.
"So what exactly do you want?"
"We need your help. Your Leo still wants to kill me, and now he probably wants to kill my bros, too," Raph explained, regaining his calm.
"And why would I want to help you?"
"Because we know how to get back to our own dimension and get your Raph back." This attracted Not-Mikey's interest, so Raph went on. "If you let psycho Leo kill us, you'll never see him again."
"Leo isn't psycho!" Not-Mikey hissed, clinging to the last fragment of hope that his brother could come back from the precipice of insanity. He sighed in defeat, recognizing that the Turtle in red that stood before him (well, through the video screen) had a valid point.
"All right, I'll call Donnie, we'll be there in fifteen," Not-Mikey hung up before Raph could say anything else.
Fifteen minutes later, the door to Raph's bedroom burst open and Not-Mikey strode in, looking like he owned the place. He growled slightly at Master Splinter before taking a seat in a chair near where the other Turtles were sitting on the floor.
"Okay, so what exactly do you think I can do for you?" Not-Mikey demanded.
"Hey wait, where's-"
"Donnie?" Not-Mikey finished for him. "He's still out in the hallway. I explained the situation to him on the way over, so we don't have to waste time doing that."
"What's he doing out there?" Mikey asked, craning his neck to see out into the hallway.
Not-Mikey sighed sadly before answering. "He's shy."
Just then Not-Donnie poked his head around the doorframe and into the room. "I can hear you, baby brother," he said in a slightly deranged voice. He withdrew his head, and a second later stepped into the doorway. Not-Mikey covered his face with his hands in a noticeably exasperated way.
"Hello everyone!" Not-Donnie exclaimed, bouncing over and sitting very close to his counterpart. Donnie looked worried and tried to scoot away, but Not-Donnie grasped his arm and held on for dear life. "This is so cool! I get to talk to myself!"
"Because, you know, you didn't do that before," Raph whispered. Donnie looked at him in alarm. Not-Donnie wasn't listening.
"We can be best friends. My tea party is tonight, you can come. It'll be great, you can meet my other friends!"
"Wow, Donnie, I'm not invited to that. You're lucky," Raph said, amused. Donnie glared daggers at him.
"Can we get back on track here, please?" Not-Mikey said.
"Yeah, we need a plan to keep evil Leo from attacking us, and a way to get evil Raph out of our dimension," Mikey said. Not-Mikey looked annoyed at his counterpart for calling his brothers evil, but he nodded anyway.
"Well, we have the supplies to get back to our dimension with us, so we could do that fairly soon. As in right now," Donnie suggested, patting the bulge in his belt, where the supplies from Stockman were, with his free hand. His other arm was still incapacitated by the death grip Not-Donnie had on it.
"Would you guys come back with us to convince your Raph to come home?" Leo asked.
"Hold up, what convincing? Raph is trapped in your dimension against his will," Not-Mikey said, eyeing Leo with suspicion.
'WHAT?" Mikey burst out. "Your Raph went on and on about how he doesn't want to share New York anymore, and how he needed to get rid of us so he could have all of our New York for himself. We are trapped in your dimension against our wills, not him."
"What?" Not-Mikey said in a small voice, more to himself than anyone else. "He abandoned me…?"
"Maybe if you talk to him he'll explain it to you," Leo suggested, hopping that he'd agree to come home with them.
"I am sure that your brother would never intentionally abandon you," Master Splinter said, hoping to comfort the forlorn Turtle in front of him.
Not-Mikey looked up at Master Splinter and nodded. In his depressed state he didn't even realize that he was agreeing with a version of his most hated enemy.
"Whaddaya think, Don-Don?" Not-Mikey asked his brother in a gentle voice.
Not-Donnie nodded vigorously, drawing a small smile from the still devastated Turtle in orange. Then he burst into song, thoroughly terrifying Donnie.
"A few times I been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that, 'cuz there ain't no holla back girl, there ain't no holla back girl!" Not-Donnie belted, off key and extremely sharp.
"Wow," Mikey said, after the singing had stopped and everyone had unplugged their ears. "You guys have Gwen Stefani here, too?"
"Hey, that was a pretty good impression of her," Leo added.
"Come on," Not-Mikey said impatiently. Those sitting on the floor sprung to their feet. Well, all except the Donnies. Donnie had tried to leap up, but Not-Donnie (who still had a firm grasp on his arm) remained sitting. This caused the sane Turtle in purple to fall flat on his face. Not-Donnie gasped.
"New best friend! Are you okay?" He hauled Donnie up off of the floor and dusted him off. Donnie grunted in response.
Raph covered his mouth to hide his laughter as he led the way to the bathroom. He turned to Donnie, who had finally wrenched himself away from Not-Donnie when he had become interested in the ceiling tiles, and asked for the powder. He stood in front of the mirror with the bag in his hand, staring at his reflection.
"So…" Not-Mikey said, getting impatient.
"Ummm, I don't know what to do," Raph admitted. Not-Mikey made an exasperated noise and threw up his hands.
"Here, I saw the other Raph do it back at the lair," Donnie grabbed the powder from Raph and started to spread it on the mirror. When it was thoroughly coated, he replaced the spent candle that Not-Raph had used with the brand new one they had gotten from Stockman. He lit it and stepped back. The surface of the mirror (as before) seemed to catch fire, and when the flames subsided, they found that the surface had changed to the same swirling façade. Satisfied, Donnie turned around to find Not-Mikey staring at him openmouthed.
"What?"
Not-Mikey quickly closed his mouth. "Nothing, it's just that… I've never seen Donnie do anything so rationally and logically. We usually don't let him have candles, but when he has one, he turns off all of the lights and runs around making 'ghost noises'."
Donnie was going to respond, but Raph cut in. "Let's just get going, we can have happy discussion time later."
He headed toward the mirror but was stopped by the sound of a voice that made his heart virtually stop beating.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
Raph spin around, Sais ready. Not-Leo stood in the doorway, leaning nonchalantly against the frame. He grinned wickedly at Raph's reaction before turning his attention to Leo, who was standing only feet away. He seemed to be sizing him up, and must have decided that he wasn't a substantial threat, because his grin widened as he stepped fully into the room.
"We're just going to go get Raph, Leo," Not-Mikey said, trying to sound soothing.
"I don't think that's gonna happen," Not-Leo said. In the blink of an eye he pulled a few shuriken out of his belt and threw them at the attachments that held the mirror onto the wall. It fell and smashed all over the floor, the iridescent light radiating from its depths vanishing instantly.
Raph stared at the shards of glass that littered the floor. That was his way out. His way home. And it was gone. He gripped his Sais until his knuckles turned white. He stared at the Turtle that had ruined his chance at escaping this insane asylum.
"I'll make you pay for that," he said through gritted teeth. He took up an offensive stance.
Not-Leo chuckled darkly, unsheathing his Katanas. "Maybe, if you live that long."
Sorry this is kinda short, but I spent all day writing this, so it's not like I didn't work hard on it. Now, everyone, YES EVERYONE, review. I mean it! attempts to look menacing but fails miserably
