By Maikafuiniel
Change and Differences
It was dark still, and everything was fuzzy. I couldn't help but wonder what could have made my eyes like this again. It was annoying, and strange. Your eyes don't just go bad in a few hours! And everything, everything was huge. What on Earth had happened to me?
I looked down at myself, trying to figure out what was different. After all, I might be a party animal, but I'm not stupid. Well, compared to everyone other than Donny. I knew that something weird was up, and it didn't need to dance on my nose to do it. Something was wrong. Something was defiantly very wrong. But when I looked down at myself I just looked, well, smaller. Smaller and my shell felt a little bit softer. I was a bit more cluncky when I was moving, but I attributed that to being shorter than I was a few hours ago. I didn't know how I had gotten shorter, but it would have been hard to pretend I wasn't. The lost clothing had marked that one.
What on Earth could have happened to me? If only I could remember... It could have been natural. We ARE un-natural creatures after all. You never know what could be happening to any one of us deep, deep down. Well, Donny would probably know, but it would just ruin my appetite. Or maybe something did this to me. Or, of course, someone.
It was always possible that Shredder was back of course, and it wouldn't be that far fetched to think of that possibility. He always did have a habit of coming back from the dead at the most horrible moments.
But now he was almost home, just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes until he could talk to Splinter about where he had put those old glasses of his, though he doubted they would fit, and he could veg out on the couch with Leo, Donny, and Raph to watch some old movies. Donny would be, of course, thinking through what ever had happened to him, and going on with scientific mumbo jumbo that he didn't understand about how to fix it.
There it was, finally, the door. Mikey was home.
The door opened with the resounding groan that doors seem to love doing. The three turtles and one rat looked up to see their friend, brother, and son come slowly through the door.
Everyone just stared. The only one to say anything was Raphael. "Dammit."
Michaelangelo walked into the room slowly to make sure that he didn't hurt himself again. His eyes were still a little bit sore, and it didn't help that he couldn't see.
He knew that he was right about something being wrong though. It was impossible to pretend otherwise with the others so deadly silent. Something really really bad must have happened to him. But how could he have missed it? The only voice was Raph swearing, and Mike couldn't help but comment on it.
"Master Splinter is gonna wash your mouth out with soap if you talk like that Raph." Oh god. His voice had come out all high and squeky like a kids, or a girls. Yep. He defiantly needed to figure this out. He couldn't see his brother, just a towering green blurry blob, but along with the sound it was enough. Suddenly he heard another voice behind him.
"I am right here my son, and though I despise such language in this home I can understand why he has used such language. Michaelangelo, tell me, what has happened to you?"
"Splinter?" The small turtle said in surprise, "Hiya. I dunno. I was outside looking up at the stars 'cus I just had ta get away for a little. And then... well, I'm not really sure what happened, but I feel real funky and I don't think I'm really healthy."
He squinted at the brown blob, slightly shorter than the green ones, "Hey, um, master? Do ya think I can have my glasses? The ones that I used when I was little? Something is weird with my eyes and I think I need them."
His brothers were still staring, and still completely speechless, so he added on, "And when I have those can I have a mirror?"
"Michaelangelo?" Mikey looked at one of the blobs where the sound came from. Leonardo.
"Ya bro?" He answered back, but it seemed that his brother had just been seeing if he was really him. Maybe his head had changed and he didn't look the same?
Suddenly there was splinter again. He walked so silently, it got kinda freaky sometimes. He held his glasses in one hand and pointed to the mirror in the corner with the other. Michaelangelo put his glasses on, surprised that they fit at all. His head had grown huge since he had last needed them. Able to see again he looked at his shell-shocked brothers and worried master. Something was really wrong.
He walked over to the mirror and looked into it for a good twenty seconds. "I'm a little kid." He said quietly in surprise.
And then for the first time ever, Michaelangelo fainted.
