I'm in the dojo with everyone. Charmander is level 20 (The reason why Marcel's Charmander hasn't evolved yet is because I wanted to evolve him like they did in the anime; a strong, friendly bond between trainer and Pokemon). The boys are practicing their forms. Is it just me, or is Leonardo moving slower than he usually does?

"Ha!"

"What?"

"Are you fighting a guy in slow motion?" Raphael teases Leonardo. "I suppose I could do it faster if I ignored my form, like you," Leonardo retorts. Raphael looks at him, annoyed. Please don't start a fight... "Ignore this form!" Raphael exclaims, charging at Leonardo. Nope. Not having this.

I pressure pointed both Raphael and Leonardo. I let go of them simultaneously. They fall to the floor, rubbing their necks in pain. Splinter taught me that. "You know, a competition is a great motivator, but not when you turn against each other." I said to them."So now, you will fight two on two," Splinter orders. "Sounds fair. Leonardo and Raphael against Donatello and Michelangelo." I said. "Uh, isn't that a little unfair?" Leonardo asks with a chuckle. "Why? Is it because you think they can't fight as well as you two can?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Kinda, yeah." Leonardo said, nodding. "We're way better than you," Raphael retorts to his two younger brothers. "At fighting, maybe," Michelangelo said with a scoff. "That's what I meant," Raphael replies with a chuckle. "Oh? Fine," Donatello said, getting ready to spar. I'm watching from the sidelines.

Just... waiting for Splinter to start them off. "Hajime!" Splinter orders. Donatello and Michelangelo go down almost instantly. The two oldest high five each other. "You were right, guys. Working together is fun," Raphael said. I wince and look at Donatello and Michelangelo. "Are you two okay?" I ask. They give me a thumbs up painfully.

After training, we're in the living room watching TV. Leonardo hands me a plate of pizza. I meow as a thank you. "If it makes you guys feel any better, just because you might not be as good a fighter as these two, I still think you're an important part of the team." I said to Donatello and Michelangelo.

"As important as them?" Donatello asks me. "Yeah. Marcel's right. We shouldn't compare ourselves. It's like apples and oranges," Leonardo said as I take a bite out of my pizza. "Yeah, if apples were better, which they are," Raphael retorts, flipping a page in his magazine.

I groan, annoyed. "So the truth comes out. You guys think of us as some kind of... B-Team," Michelangelo replies, standing up. "Uh, I don't." I said. "Good one, Dr. Namenstein. We'll call you the B-Team," Raphael retorts.

"Will you quit giving them a hard time? I think all of you are great fighters, no matter what anyone said," I tell the two younger brothers, glaring at Raphael. "Wait, you're on the B-Team, too," Michelangelo said. "Please, don't get me involved in this," I hiss politely. "Dude, he's already on our team," Raphael replies.

"Since when do you make that decision?" I ask him. "How come he's on your team? We had him first!" Donatello retorts. Now the four were arguing over who's side I should be on. I narrow my eyes and growl. "ENOUGH!" I shout. Instantly, they stopped talking.

That's when I noticed that my paws were on fire. I put them out, realizing how upset I was. I take a deep breath before speaking again. "I'm on neither side. And if I can have my say, the four of you are supposed to be one team, not divided by two." I said."Fine. Besides, you're on your own team. The A+ Team," Raphael replies before we sit back down. I huff. "If you want me to be on my own team, fine. Charmander, you're with me."

"There's no shame in it. Look, they've got a B-Team, too," Leonardo said, pointing to a scene on the TV. I watch as two guys get destroyed the second they go outside. "Dude, bad example," I reprimand. He smiles sheepishly.

April and Pātonā walk in. She has a distraught look on her face. "Are you okay? You look like you just got mugged," I said, concerned about my human friend. "That's because I was mugged." April replies. "By who?" Charmander asks her. "I just got mugged by some Purple Dragons. They stole my phone," April said. I growl under my breath.

"Kirā was with them." Pātonā said. "What is with him and the Purple Dragons, dawg?" Charmander asks, baffled. "I wish I knew. All I can say is, we could use your help." Pātonā replies. "We'll kick their butts for you," Leonardo said, clenching his fists. "Yeah, we'll teach those punks to mess with April O'Neil," Raphael said.

"Wait a minute, it's just a phone. Should we really beat them up over something so small?" I ask them. "He's got a point. I can just get another one," April said. "Come on. What's the point of being a ninja if you can't help your friends when they get robbed?" Donatello asks.

"How about this; you can't predict the consequences of a battle. That much I know. Will it kill ya to let this one slide?" Pātonā retorts. "Why not? Why shouldn't we get her phone back?" Leonardo asks the wolf Pokémon in black.

"Cause every fight can stir a hornets nest. That's why." I answered. "A cellphone doesn't justify the risk."

"What risk? It's the Purple Dragons." Raphael said. Pātonā starts getting aggravated. "Oh, sure. They're nothing but a group of pushovers. I'll just be a jerk and say that even Donatello and Michelangelo could beat them." Pātonā hisses sarcastically. "Hey!" Said turtles shout. "No offense," he said.

"Burn." I said. "But it's a cell phone!" Pātonā retorts. Leonardo shrugs. "Sorry. It's four to one. Don't worry, guys. We'll be careful," Leonardo said, getting ready to leave. "Hold up! First of all, it's four to four. Second, I'm saying this one more time; we shouldn't beat someone up over a damn cell phone!" I couldn't help but retort. We proceed to leave anyway.

We have officially tracked down their lair. They're throwing knives at our pictures. I find that scary and uncomfortable. I jump on the leader's back, making our presence known. I cause him to crash into a crate. I jump off his back and in front of the team.

A menacing growl catches our ears. Kirā jumps down out of nowhere, his red eyes glowing. Goosebumps, yo. I got goosebumps. "I should have known that your little ragtag group of mutants would show up." He said.

"And I knew you would try to scare us. Newsflash, buddy. It didn't work." I said sardonically. Kirā just gives me a hiss. He stops abruptly, looking at the Purple Dragons. "Well, don't just stand there like lumps on a log. Get them!" He orders.

"I'll take the demon cat." Pātonā said, manifesting his claws. Charmander and I are facing off against the same guy who helped us the last time. "I see you've got yourself a little lizard." He said. "What's a cute widdle lizard like you doing in a place like this?"

"You know, I was just about to ask you the same thing," I said. Charmander trips him with his tail with such grace, I couldn't help but stare. Leonardo grabs the guy and pins him to the wall.

Just then, out of the blue, a large, multicolored blur crashes into me. Kirā and I are in a crumpled heap. "Sorry!" Pātonā said. "If you weren't immortal, I'd have eaten you alive right now." Kirā said to me. "But you're mortal, and I can tear you limb from limb."

"You've gotta catch me first." Kirā said, speeding off. Or at least he tried to. I had his tail pinned down. He was running in place. See what I mean? He's not too bright. "I'm trying to catch up to you, but you're just too fast for me," I said convincingly. He's still running in place. Pātonā's cracking up laughing.

Not trying to sound like a jerk, but sometimes Kirā's an even bigger doofus than Michelangelo.

I hear hissing noises, and some small, bipedal robots pop out of the floor. What the heck? They start taking the stash of phones. "Oh, I wish those were actual mice." Kirā said. "Same." I let go of his tail, sending him crashing into the wall.

A few of those little robots come running to me. I stick up two fingers and make the universal sign for 'come here.' I beat them almost instantly with a snap of the jaws. Something clamps down on my tail. I scream in pain and start running around, trying to shake off whatever was on my tail.

I stop and look behind me to see one of the little robot things gnawing on my tail. I flicked it off, hitting a wall. I look around and I notice that I trampled almost everything in my path. And by everything I mean the Purple Dragons, Kirā, and the little robot things.

"Did I do that?" I ask. "Yes, you did." Leonardo said. "Well, most of them," Pātonā said, pointing to something behind me. "What are you, a mad bull or something?" A familiar voice asks. "Dexter Spackman!" Leonardo said. How do they keep getting his name wrong? "It's Baxter Stockman!" Stockman exclaims, annoyed. "I was close," Leonardo said.

"So you're here to stop me again. Well, you don't stand a chance for my Mousers." Stockman tells us. What kind of name is that? "Mousers?" Charmander asks, clearly confused. "Mobile Offensive Underground Search, Excavation, and Retrieval Sentries." Stockman answers. "Seems a little forced," Leonardo said.

"Since my test robbery was successful, it's time to move on to bigger targets. These are about to make me very, very rich," Stockman explains. "So you steal from the Purple Dragons? Yeah, okay." Pātonā said. "And we're gonna make you very, very hurt," Raphael tells Stockman. Before anything else could happen, Baxter sprays them with red stuff. My "A+ Team" backs away.

Nothing happens.

"Don't waste your time, Stockman. Get him!" I ordered. "Get me? No, you will be the ones who will be getting got," He said. "Getting got? Now you're not even speaking English." I said with a chuckle. We defeat the little robots easily. "Aw, did we break your toys, Stinkman?" I ask teasingly. "Good thing I made extra," Stockman said as more of the robots appear. They shriek at us.

My expression changed from a "Sorry not sorry" kind of look to an "Oh, crap" kind of look.

"Whelp, I'm outta here," Pātonā said, scampering off. "I'm calling it. Time to go," Leonardo said. "See ya," I said, following Pātonā. Leonardo opens a window. "You can't run forever. Soon, the Mousers will crush your bones in their jaws. Such is the fate of anyone foolish enough to trifle with Baxter-"

Charmander used Ember at him to shut him up. He jumps backwards in fear as the ball spreads out into smaller pieces. And, I got a bus to catch, I'm outta here, baby!

I have no idea where we are now. Or how those Mousers keep finding them. All I know is, I'm happy to have thick skin. And high stamina. Even if so, I had to stop. I was panting like a dog so much, I couldn't find any time to actually breathe. "You think we've lost them yet?" Leonardo asks us. I hear more screeching behind us. "That's a no," I said.

I think I ran too much. I needed to lose a few pounds, anyway. My legs gave out when I tried walking. The Mousers close in on me. I brace myself for impact, but nothing happens. Leonardo slices through a couple of robots while my Charmander uses Scratch. "Are you okay?" Pātonā asks me. "My legs feel like they're about to fall off at any given moment. Other than that, eh." I answer, still out of breath.

Charmander picks me up, surprising me with his strength. We jump to the rooftops and run in sync with Raphael. "How are those things tracking us?" Raphael asks us. "Must've been the spray Stockman hit ya with," Pātonā said. "I think we should call Donatello." I suggest. "You want to get bailed out by the B-Team? Forget that," Raphael retorts.

"There's nothing wrong with asking for help!" I retort back. We stop in front of a water tower. "Maybe we won't have to," Leonardo stabs it with his sword, making water splash out at us. Pātonā, clearly having aquaphobia, backed away. "Ahh! Cold!" Raphael said with a shiver.

"That ought to do it," Leonardo said. But then more Mousers climb up to us. "Clearly, that stuff doesn't wear off instantly," Pātonā said. We climb up the water tower, and the Mousers proceed to chew off the bottom of the structure. Leonardo starts to call Donatello. "Can't you guys use your fire powers or something?" Raphael asks me. "There's too many Mousers. Even if we did, they'd keep coming back," I explain.

"Can you at least get rid of them?" Leonardo asks me. I summon a pulse of water from the palms of my hands and hurl it at the Mousers. "I thought you said you were a Fire type," Pātonā said. "I am. Somehow, I became part Pokémon when I mutated, and now I can perform Pokémon moves of all types, except maybe Fairy." I explain to her.

Something below us creaks. "Uh oh," Pātonā and I said at the same time. The floor beneath us cracks, and we fall to the ground with a thud. The Mousers are beaten easily. Pātonā looks like he's having the time of his life, swinging his tonfas around. "I could do this all day!" He said enthusiastically.

"Same," We all said. A Mouser walks up to me and hisses. Yeah, I'm not falling for the cute face again. I knock it away with my paw. "Look guys, Mouser kebabs," I hear Leonardo said. I turn to see his katana had a bunch of Mouser heads on it. I giggle as I decapitate the next Mouser.

Raphael nearly got hit by a car before I jump in to save him. "Road hog!" I roar, baring my teeth. I help Raphael to his feet, and the next thing I knew, more Mousers appear with a screech. "Oh, for the love of pete, can this fight get any more frustrating?" Pātonā asks with a groan. A Mouser bites him in the tail, causing Pātonā to scream out in pain. "You had to ask!" Raphael angrily said.

Pātonā shakes the Mouser off his tail. I'm trying to formulate some sort of plan. When an idea hits, I snap my fingers. "Everyone, high ground, now. " Everyone jumps onto a lamppost. "Time to burn these metal mouthed parasites to the ground." I said to myself.

I inhale, taking in as much air as possible. My roar sends embers flying toward the Mousers. The searing heat of my fire roar can be twice as hot as the surface of the Sun. As expected, the Mousers are melted into the sidewalk, now a large puddle of mercury. NOBODY wants to get in the way of my fire roar. You'll be incinerated in an instant.

"That has got to be the coolest thing I've seen all day!" Raphael said, jumping down from the lamppost and giving me a noogie with one hand. I was about to respond, right before I hear more screeching. I groan loudly. "You have GOT to be kidding me," Leonardo said.

We run inside a dark warehouse. Leonardo and Raphael are blocking the door while Charmander's starting to panic, Pātonā pacing, presumably thinking of a plan, and I'm keeping an eye on the door in case the Mousers chew through it. "Now would be a good time to call Donatello and Michelangelo," I said to them.

A Mouser crashes its head in between Leonardo's legs. "Make the call, make the call!" Raphael desperately replies. Charmander spits out a small ember, causing it to short out. But there are still Mousers outside. "They're not answering," Leonardo said. "I shold've known they'd need us to-" Raphael got cut off when the door broke down, causing the two to fall to the ground.

Snarling, I use my fire roar again, but this time it was less powerful. My fire roar isn't meant to use repeatedly. It takes a few mintues to recharge. I can tell if I can't use my fire roar if I start coughing and wheezing out fire. "Let's go. We gotta find the boys." I said, recoiling before I retreated.

We burst in, glass shattering as we land. "Help has arrived!" I said, shaking myself. "The turtles! And the cat, and the lioness, and the wolf, and the other cat." Bradford exclaims, growing exasperated as he finished his sentence. "Didja miss us?" I ask with a smirk. Bradford's Machoke growls. "I didn't." He said. "We did!" Michelangelo exclaims happily. "How did you escape my Mousers?" Stockman asks us. "We didn't." Leonardo and I simply said.

The horde bursts into the building through the skylights. I run up to Donatello and Michelangelo, who were chained to the wall. Using my teeth, I manage to bore through the chains, freeing the two. The Purple Dragons fled in panic. "Wuss!" I call out to them. "Was that necessary?" Donatello asks me. "Yes, yes it was." I reply to him.

I disassemble a Mouser to see its gamma camera. "Ah-Ha! I found the problem here!" Donatello takes the gamma camera. "Whoa. A gamma camera!" Donatello exclaims. "Of course! They detect, what's the word? Radio, radio... Radio-somethings," Pātonā said, crushing a Mouser to the ground.

"Radioisotopes?" I ask, hoping I'm right. "Yes, those!" Pātonā confirms. "It must've been what they were tagged with!" I explain. I swift kick a Mouser. "How do we get it off?" Raphael asks. "You can't, it wears off gradually." I reply to him. I snap my fingers. "Donatello, what would happen if someone else got sprayed?" I ask him.

"It'd give off a stronger signal, why?" I whisper my plan into his ear. "Oh, I see where you're getting at!" He answers. "We gotta get Stackman's spray, It controls the Mousers," I explain. "You mean that thing?" Raphael asks, pointion to a small metal spray can in Stockman's hand. Uh oh, he's aiming at us!

"I'll handle this, dog man. One spritz, and they're Mouser chow," Stockman said to Bradford. I take one of Donatello's shurikens and throw it at the spray can, causing it to backfire and pelt Stockman and Bradford with it. I watch as the Mousers hone in on them. Not sure how, but Bradford gets his hands on April's phone. I shape my hand into a finger gun, aim, and shoot two claw-shaped blasts of fire at the phone. Bradford drops it as the phone melts in his hand.

"Hang it up, yo. Your call just got dropped!" I said, high-fiving Donatello.

Bardford and Stockman retreat, the Mousers in hot pursuit. "Nice job, guys," Leonardo replies. "Yeah, from here on out, you're the A- team!" Raphael said. I've had it with this A-Team balderdash for one day. "That's probably the best we're gonna get out of it," Donatello said. I watch happily as Raphael gives Michelangelo a noogie, walking off. Leonardo and Donatello put an arm around each other, following their brothers.

"I guess it's about time I get going." Pātonā said, yawning. "I don't blame you. It's been a hectic day for all of us." I said, putting an arm around my Charmander. "See ya." Pātonā leaves without another word. "Hey!" Someone calls out. I turn behind me to see that the boys haven't left yet. "You guys comin'?" Raphael asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "We're coming."

Back at the lair, we're all just chillaxin'. Michelangelo's breakdancing, Raphael is feeding his pet turtle, and Leonardo and Donatello are playing pinball. They chose their fight poorly. But they made up for it. And I'm proud of them for that. "I'm hoping you guys know that by choosing your battle poorly, caused your own problem." I said to the boys. "Yeah, there's definitely some irony there," Raphael replies.

"We're sorry we didn't listen to you guys. We learned our lesson. At least we got April's phone back," Leonardo tells me. April walks in right after he finished his sentence. "You did? Sweet," She replies. Leonardo gives her the phone, which looks fine until it shatters, smoke coming from it. I rub the back of my head. "I, uh, didn't think that through." I said sheepishly with a laugh.

April raises an eyebrow. I summon a small flame from the palm of my paw. "You have fire powers?" She exclaims. "Yeah. It was given to me when I mutated." I explain. "I'm really sorry. At least it didn't end up in the wrong hands," I add, trying to make her feel better. I can see an upset look in her eyes, but gives me a forgiving smile and rubs my head. "It's okay," She said.

"Uh, don't worry, April. You can have one of my custom built T-Phones," Donatello replies, holding out a T-Phone. April takes it, looking at it in awe. Michelangelo pops up behind her. "Just don't said 'T-Phone self destruct,'" He said. The T-Phone explodes in April's hands instantly. "Or else that happens." Michelangelo said sheepishly.

Seriously, dude?

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The Fire Roar is a reference to Super Smash Bros (3DS). It's one of Bowser's Standard specials that takes a while to recharge.

Please, I would love to hear what you guys think. Review this if you can! I want to hear what you guys have to say. I also want to know if I'm doing good or not.

One more thing...

The language part of the story has officially begun. You have been warned. I'm hoping to finish "It Came From The Depths" in a few days or so. See how Marcel reacts to Leatherhead.