Hi! This is on mobile. The layout kind of sucks, so I might come back to fix it later.

I don't know what this is, and I'm not going to elaborate on it either because I don't know what's going ON

I'm trying to bring some old fics back to life and It Is Not Going Well. College is starting in 13 days and I'm not prepared. Also I am moving so I've started applying to jobs, five jobs I have applied for, nothing has come back yet and I am upsetti.

So here's this! yaaaayyyyy

It had to have been weeks.
At least, that's what Leo thought. He wasn't like Raph or Donnie, his internal clock didn't run accurately for long amounts of time. It was impossible to know if they had been taken, too.
Which meant it had to have been weeks.
The room he was kept in was... small, to say the least. It definitely wasn't the wide, open home he was used to. Sit down, lay down, stand up... It was only big enough to walk less than three steps in every direction.
There were no windows, hence the improper time lapses, but there was a metal door. Useless to touch; he'd tried and been thrown the short distance across the room because of the violent shock. A food slot opened at the bottom of the door, often delivering watered down oatmeal. He'd been given one water bottle during his stay here, but it was long gone by now.
Leo often wondered and worried about his brothers. Nothing had been done to him as far as physical harm goes, but he figured the weird dreams came from something in the oatmeal.
Leo had given up by now. Hoping, that is. He'd given up his hope of getting out of this place, of seeing his family again. He'd given up hope of helping them.
His head hit the wall, scared tears in his eyes once again. He grit his teeth as his shoulders shook with silent sobs.

Donnie hadn't moved in hours. His knees pulled up to his chest, arms around his legs and head resting on his knees, he stared at the wall next to him.
Tears of boredom had long since dried against his cheeks.
Donatello was going crazy.
At least, that's what he told himself. It was a quiet, sneaky kind of insane that had crept up on him a few days ago. He hadn't moved much from his spot against the wall since he'd become self aware of it.
A half-empty wooden bowl of mushy oatmeal sat between him and the door. Past meals could be seen on the walls, thrown in a fit of boredom or rage, he still couldn't decide.
Donnie tightened his grip on his legs. It was the most he'd moved in hours.

Mikey was not proud of his state. Of course, he wasn't ashamed either. That's what he was telling himself. Out loud.
No one else would talk to him. He must've screamed himself hoarse during that first day. It was a long time ago. He'd long since accepted this as his new life.
There was a constant nagging in his brain, telling him he should be afraid, not just for himself, but for his brothers. He didn't know where his brothers were. He... didn't know... where were they, where were his brothers he didn't know didn't know didn't Know-
He laughed at another joke he told himself. Mikey liked talking to himself. Whenever he was feeling down, he was always there to bring himself up. The nagging in his brain went away when he spoke out loud.
Mikey wasn't lonely. But a part of him wished he could think of some original material. He'd run out weeks ago.

Raph paced three steps, turned around, and paced three more. It had been four and a half weeks. Whoever it was that had him and possibly (but hopefully not) his brothers locked up here gave him a metal spoon with his mush on the third day, and he was glad he kept it. The rest of the silverware was wooden, and it would've been much harder to carve tally marks into stone with it.
His fists had long since lost their green coloring, and his blood stained the walls without pattern.
Raph stopped pacing and slammed his shell into a wall. He smiled on the inside at the sound. He hadn't smiled on the outside since he'd been here.
He had no gear, no resources. He'd thrown his last two bowls of 'food' at the electric door. They hadn't given him a new bowl since then.
Whatever. Let 'em be that way, he thought. More for me to be angry about.
Raph was glad he was angry. If he weren't, he'd be unable to hold on to himself.
He just hoped his brothers weren't here, too.

Leo started awake when he heard the horrible screeching of metal on stone. The light that shone in blinded him, and when his overloaded senses honed back in, he realized someone else was there, talking to him.
Small hands rubbed over his shell as soft words and questions flew around him. It was all too fast and he was too focused on the way the ceiling hung in pieces outside his prison.
Leo focused back on the woman in front of him and nodded slightly when she asked if he was okay.
He accepted her help when he tried to stand, and was only a little bit surprised when he found she could hold most of his weight.
April, his mind supplied.
She helped walk him out the door on his sore, unused, and dehydrated legs.
Leo gasped when he saw three more doors just like his.

Donnie didn't move when the door forced it's way open. It could be another hallucination; he'd been having them for about two weeks now due to dehydration.
But when a hand laid itself on his shoulder, he forced his eyes open. He was only able to make out the shape of a man against the harsh brightness of the hall behind him.
After a few moments, he began to notice his surroundings. Leo stood in the hallway with April holding him up. A light fixture swung lightly from the broken ceiling, and Casey was helping him to his feet.
Once in the hallway, it was all Donnie could do to keep him from leaving.
He felt another hand on his shoulder, and clung to it like a lifeline. He missed the surprised look on Leo's face when he grabbed his arm.

Mikey forgot what he was doing as soon as the door was open. He rushed forward as fast as he could without passing out, already talking to the dark blob in front of him excitedly.
Mikey didn't know what he was saying, but once he could see again through the light, there was no mistaking the look of quiet panic on the man's face in front of him.
Casey led Mikey out of the doorway and into the hallway as fast as he could, setting him against the wall for him to lean on.
Mikey glanced to the right and recognized his brothers and April leaning against the wall.
He hadn't stopped talking.

Raph was banging his metal spoon against the floor. There was a small hole by the door's hinges where he had attempted escape, but they'd shocked him before he barely made a dent.
He shielded his eyes and threw the spoon blindly at the shape that opened the door with sudden force.
A frightened yelp had Raph opening his eyes too soon against the searing light, causing them to water.
Casey stood in the doorway, looking behind himself at the spoon he'd barely dodged.
Raph smiled for the first time since being in his prison.
His expression faltered slightly when Casey stared at the tally marks coating the walls.
Raph didn't attempt to stand. He'd been given more water than oats in the past few weeks, enough to keep him alive. Casey quickly got over the state of Raph's cell and escorted him outside to the broken hallway.
Raphael couldn't stop the horrified expression on his face when he heard Mikey babbling, or when he saw that all three of his brothers had been trapped in a similar manner. Donnie couldn't stop staring at Mikey, and Leo made eye contact.
His face was drawn, and his eyes looked haunted.
Raph wanted to cry.