Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.
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Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.
Universe: Misfit-Verse
Settling in
"So guys, don't you find it a bit odd that Casey is the only person besides us who knows we're in a new world?" Donatello asked his brothers as they were lounging around the TV watching the news. "I mean, it's not like I'm complaining or anything, April's job here makes her a lot more interesting if you ask me."
"It's not odd Donny," Raphael explained, "Casey ran into Chybee and had to be rescued by Astral in our old world, so he's immune to a complete conversion factor."
"Where did you learn to say something like that?" Donatello asked in surprise.
"DM." Raph smiled and went back to watching the TV.
"Oh, ok; that makes sense." Donny said as he went back to work.
"You know, it is really going to be hard to get out of the whole 'April's one the TV' thing we used to do." Leonardo sighed. "And now we have to possibly deal with psychotic neighbors that might want to kill our friends."
"Well there is at least one good thing that came from this." Mikey laughed as he came in from their kitchen. "Apparently, April stocked our shelves while we were 'gone'." He was carrying an extra large pan pizza with the works. "My brothers I give you pizza; the food of the gods."
"All right Mikey!" Raphael rubbed his hands together greedily as he grabbed piece and immediately screamed and dropped the pizza back on the pan.
"Careful man, it's hot." Mikey laughed, "Let it cool and I'll go get the napkins." Mikey walked into the abandoned rail cars that made their home.
"You know what I do like about being in this world though." Raph said as he sat back down onto his favorite sofa.
"The sheer number of fights we're more than likely to get into?" Donatello cracked.
"No, I like the mutants." Raph nodded. "They're like us, but human."
"Dude, I like these plates." Mikey said as he came out of the car with a dinner set of plates. "I bet April bought these for us too."
"I wouldn't doubt it." Leonardo said. "You know that's something I like. April seems to respect our way of life more than she did before the change."
"Well she is learning how to use a katana from Master Splinter." Raph shot back, "Hey she's learning how to be a ninja too!" Raph slapped his own knee.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I love that teleportation machine the JOEs gave us, even if it just let's us go to the Pit and Xavier's." Donatello looked at the corner that held the device.
"Dude, I just thought of something else; we don't have to worry about any more ooze!" Mikey said happily.
"Actually, I think Shredder had more than he was letting on." Donatello said darkly. "That pool was too deep to have come from one canister.
"Yeah, but the question is how much does he have?" Leonardo asked quietly.
Splinter then came shuffling out of his private car and made his way to the sofa where he sat next to Raphael and grabbed his own slice of pizza before speaking. "Personally, I like the addition of more MTV."
The turtles were speechless as their master flipped the channels to MTV2 and slightly danced to the hip-hop song that was playing.
"Master Splinter!" Leonardo asked in confusion.
Splinter just held up a newspaper from that morning that displayed the JOEs arresting Tatsu and the mutants that Shredder had made. However, in the lower right corner of the picture the turtles could clearly be seen ducking into the sewer and the caption of the paper read; "NEW YORK'S NEWEST HEROES IN THE HALF-SHELL?"
"What!" Raph was shocked when he saw the picture.
"Oh man!" Mikey groaned.
"How do these news-people keep doing this?" Donatello groaned.
"Front-page twice in a row, we're a fad!" Splinter laughed followed by, "I made another funny."
Meanwhile in the Shredder's new office building the Foot Clan was busy setting up all kinds of machinery. Shredder had even hired his own geneticist and mutation expert on the side and he had plans to use the man's genius, as well as his new robotics expert. The Shredder though was not interested in that, instead he was more concerned with the giant glass tube that could have fit the Blob with room to spare and inside that tube was his real prize; mutagen.
He cast a proud yet worrisome glance over to Rocksteady and Bebop, the two mutants were strong, smart and loyal; but he could make better mutants with time; which is why he hired the most recommended genetic official in the field.
"Ahhh, Professor Sterisin, welcome." Shredder smiled as the man walked into the room.
The Professor cast a curious glance and then smiled before his form drastically altered itself. He was now a tall muscular man with pale skin and a red diamond in the center of his forehead. "Please, Shredder, call me Mr. Sinister when I am here. I do so hate formalities after all."
"Of course, Mr. Sinister." The Shredder bowed, he may have been a ninja master, but even knew there were people out there with skills he needed. "Have you met our robotics expert?" Shredder pointed to a tall dark skinned man with large glasses who was busy yelling at the Foot Clan ninjas because they were putting his equipment in the wrong places.
"Ah, Baxter Stockman; I have heard about him, though I have yet to meet him." Mr. Sinister smiled.
"Later then." Shredder smiled, his plans were going almost flawlessly. "But as I understand it you are currently working at a college as well?"
"Correct, I have an interesting experiment that needs to be completed." Sinister chuckled.
"The girl." Shredder smiled as Sinister gave him a cautious look. "Do not be so surprised, my spies are almost literally everywhere. You're experiment though, it intrigues me. Human mutations are so flawed though, to random and unpredictable."
"I know, but that is only when they occur naturally." Sinister pointed out, "As of now I can clone any mutants power into a normal human or animal if I so choose."
"That is not entirely what I meant." Shredder said as he looked to the giant tube.
Sinister let his gaze follow the Shredder's and when his eyes fell upon the wondrous green liquid he could feel years of research and experiment's just vanish into months and days into hours. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Indeed it is; the TGRI toxic mutagen of the late Professor Perry's make." Shredder said.
"Late?" Sinister sounded disappointed. "Well, I suppose I could backward engineer the compound."
"You needn't worry about that, Tatsu managed to loosen the formula before he was 'dismissed'." Shredder laughed.
"Well, I must admit you are one prepared individual." Sinister smiled. "I like that."
"As I like your ruthlessness." Shredder said right before he tightly gripped the back of Sinister's neck, "But should your treacherous nature rear itself in these walls you will find that even immortal's such as yourself are not truly immortal, only blessed with a life span greater than most mortals."
To say Sinister was slightly taken aback would be an understatement and he knew from that moment on he had signed a deal with a being worse than the devil, for the devil would have some mercy and the Shredder would have none.
"Remember Sinister, my men will always watch over you…" Shredder said as he left for the elevator, "Bebop, Rocksteady; I have a job for you."
