By Maikafuiniel
Disturbing Awakenings
Dear Journal,
Well journal. This has defiantly been one of the weirdest days in the history of weird days. Normally I write in you about a girl that I saw in a movie I think is cute, or I ramble on and on with musing and poetry about how Raph and Leo are always fighting. Well, today you get a totally new thing to look at. I don't think anybody could have ever written about something like this.
Okay, stop rambling Mikey. Well, you want to know what happened today? I turned into a little kid. Can you believe it? I turned into a three-year- old. A three year old! Well, I didn't really know it 'till I fainted in front of all the guys and Master Splinter. Just that something felt really off...
See I was outside looking up into the stars, trying to work off some bad mood I was in 'cause of the guys. At least I think that was why I was out there. I can't remember it all to well. Anyway, I was splashed in the face by something. I went unconscious and when I woke up I felt all funky. So I go home to the sewers and as soon as I walk in the door everyone starts staring at me. Now, normally this might mean something good, like one of my better pranks had worked, but not this time. So after I ask Splinter for my old glasses (I couldn't see, you see?) I go up to the mirror and look inside it and there's me. But not the me I expected. I saw myself as a three year old. God, I can't get passed that. Three.
And than I fainted. Can you believe it? I, the great, perfect, and wonderful Michelangelo, fainted. Well if you saw yourself as a three year old you'd faint too. Good things books can't faint. Especially horror books. They'd never wake up again.
And than, when I woke up...
"Master Splinter?" A soft voice broke through the counting of the Turtles. Donatello and Raphael knew that they should have been doing flips still, but the quiet questioning voice they heard stopped them and they both walked over.
"Michelangelo, my son, it is okay. Now it is time to awaken." The half closed eyes of their tiny brother opened a little bit more. All three turtles, and the one rat, smiled slightly. Mickey always was a slow Turtle to wake in the mornings, even if something exciting was happening that day.
Half asleep the little Turtles didn't realize the impact of his words when he spoke them next. "Master Splinter, I feel totally funky..."
It was a very Mikey type of sentence. Even if he hadn't told them he had all of his memories this would have cinched it. He acted completely normal, even if he didn't look it.
But their father of nineteen years (although you wouldn't know it if you walked into the sewer now and only saw Mike) didn't start in surprise or look scared, unlike his other sons. "Michelangelo. It is time to awake. You fainted in front of the mirror. Do you remember?"
His eyes flew open when he remembered that he had, and even worse, why he had. "Oh my god Master Splinter, I've been turned into a little kid!?" He questioned, scared.
"Yes my son. I'm afraid that you have. From your size I would think you are about three years of age."
"Three yeas old?" His voice squeaked.
"That is correct."
"I'm three years old?!"
"From the sound of it he's been mutated into half a parrot as well." Raphael interrupted with a small smile, not all that helpfully. But it did manage to break the horrified look on his younger brothers face as he turned to look at him through huge spectacles.
"Oh my god Raphael, you're huge." Raphael smiled at the comment but Mike turned to look at everyone else as well. "You all are! This is just a bad luck for Mike thing than? Nobody else is being turned into a kid?"
"Nobody else but you squirt." Leonardo said, nor realizing what he did until after it was already said.
"Squirt? Look Leo, I might look like a little kid, but I'm NOT! I'm not a squirt, and don't you dare call me it again." He said angrily. He didn't want to have to grow up again, and he didn't want his brothers to be so much bigger than he was. It would be horrible. Just like the first time around. His brothers playing tricks on him. His brothers calling him names. God he hated childhood. The comment wouldn't have gotten a reaction from him normally, but these were special circumstances. He was already more than a little stressed over the situation and being reminded of it like this did NOT help.
He turned away from Leonardo to where he saw Donatello holding his pad and the like. "Hand 'em over Donny."
Donatello was about to hand them to his brother when Splinter stopped him. "Say please Michelangelo."
This was too much for the younger Mikey, and he stood up to his full height. (Which wasn't much anymore and didn't look very menacing at all) As sarcastically as he could, and in the direction of Splinter instead of Donny he said, "PLEASE give me my clothing NOW Donny."
Splinter would have comment on how rude he had just been but before he could his youngest child, in more than one way, was already stomping out of the room. The Master would have followed him but this was not a normal situation, and he couldn't try and FORCE his son to stop being in a bad mood. This was a bad situation, plane and simple. Too see his son happy about it would have just been strange. He would have to work out his bad mood on his own, in his bedroom. Like he always did.
Less than a few minutes later Mikey came walking out of his bedroom, redressed in his new clothing and pads. His glasses say perilously on his beak ready to fall off with the smallest push. Again Splinter smiled as memories assaulted him. His son getting his glasses. His son had been so surprised at how well he could see with them on. He had taken so much care of those glasses, and Splinter knew he loved them. Even if he HAD thrown a party when he had gotten rid of them. His father knew he didn't want to throw them out, but Raph had told him too and none of his brothers knew how much he had cared for them. They were a gift to Mikey. They were the gift of sight. But he didn't want to have anyone know how much he cared for a couple pieces of metal and glass.
He wasn't stomping anymore, and he wasn't nearly as angry. No, he didn't look happy, but he had at least worked out his anger in the few minutes he had been in his room. What he had done to work out the anger nobody knew. Nobody ever did.
Ever so carefully, which was amazing as this is Raphael we're talking about, his brother said quietly, "Mickey?"
"Ya bro?" He said stiffly.
"Are you gonna be okay about this?"
"No. I'm not. But it's not like I can change it." He stopped to think for a second and turned around and looked upward to Donatello. "Can I?"
"No Mikey. I'm sorry. But we're going to have to find out what you were splashed with before we can get you back to the right age." Donatello looked happy. Despite the fact that his little brother was truly little now he had a new science thingy to explore. This was all his. "We wouldn't be able to get any off of you because you walked through the sewers and probably got splashed with all sorts of things. And nobody really knows what's in the sewers after it all gets mixed together."
"It's probably because nobody want's to know Donny." Leonardo put in helpfully.
Mickey just stood there waist high listening to all of this with a far-away look on his face. Suddenly he asked, "Master Splinter?"
"Yes my son?"
"Can I have my Nunchakus back now?"
Everyone in the room was all too suddenly silent. Michelangelo was small now. No matter what his mind was he was small in body. He couldn't handle the weapons without getting hurt, or somebody else getting hurt. The future was all to clear. The three would be going out to bust criminals and Mickey would be at home. The three would be in the dojo and Mickey would be in his room. The three would be doing almost everything they always did, and Mickey would be on the sidelines.
This one incident had hurt the Turtles and their father. Badly.
If they ever recovered from it was another story all together...
