Hey! I'm back! Sorry for the delay – this chapter has been giving me a headache. I tried a couple of ways to get the effect I wanted and hopefully fingers crossed I've now achieved it.
First of all thank you to BakaClara + fireworksinthenight for reviewing the last chapter and to everyone who's favourited and followed so far.
Second of all – eek! [Does a happy dance] Drum roll please! One of my fics has been nominated for the TMNT Universal Reader's Choice Award!
The fic is 'Rise of the TMNT – The Universal Remote' and it's been nominated for the category 'Best Rise Universe'. You can probably imagine how pleased I was when I got the PM! [I won't bore you with all the details, but if anyone has any burning questions feel free to PM me!]
Anyway – I felt I had to tell you, what with it being part of this overall grand plot I've got going.
Okay, ridiculously long authors note over with let's crack on with the chapter.
Donnie lay awake looking up at the ceiling. What could he do to stay awake? He didn't dare risk starting inventing anything for fear Splinter might actually kill him.
He didn't want to fall asleep. If he did the dreams might come back and he didn't want that. He really didn't want that – the first one had been bad enough.
He yawned widely and his eyes sagged. Maybe five minutes. You can't dream in five minutes, can you? With another yawn he reached for his phone and set an alarm for five minutes time.
Sorted. He thought, making himself comfortable. A couple of minutes rest was just what he needed…
Knock knock.
Donnie's eyes opened and he groaned. Whoever it was he was going to stab them with the nearest sharp instrument.
Knock knock.
"Alright, keep your shell on I'm coming!" Purple snapped, throwing back the bed-covers.
It was Mikey, Raph and Leo standing in the corridor, all looking fairly sheepish.
"What have you broken now?" Donnie said, folding his arms.
Leo gave him a look that instantly made his twin's blood run cold. "You know your alarm you set up in the sewers?"
"The one I spent a month and a half designing and installing with absolutely no help from any of you three? I'm aware of it yes."
"It's going off."
Now his blood seemed to fully freeze. It couldn't be. The alarm only went off when people intruded…
"C'mon brainiac!" Raph grabbed him and the next thing Don knew they were all running through the sewers.
"There!" They all screeched to a halt as Raph pointed aggressively at the end of the West Sewer.
Well. This was one of the weirdest scenarios Donnie had ever seen. Meatsweats, Hypno-Pottamus, Cheery Tomato + Albearto were standing almost directly opposite the turtles, all grinning madly.
"Hello Turtles!" Meatsweats said, brandishing his knife around wildly. His eyes set on Purple and hardened instantly. "Donnie."
Raph put an arm in front of his immediate younger brother. "You ain't getting anywhere near him, creep."
"Oh, aren't I? Get 'em!" The pig yelled over his shoulder.
The next few seconds where a mess of leaping, ducking, portals and good old fashioned punching.
"You think this'll help!?" Meatsweats taunted, suddenly in front of Donnie's face. "You really think this'll get rid of us?" The pig suddenly aggressively grabbed Donnie's shoulder-pads and pulled him up close to his face. "We're after you Donnie-boy. And we'll get you soon enough. You and your stupid brothers. Look-"
He gestured around him and Don turned his head to see Raph fighting Hypno-Potamus, who was laughing as he dodged the blows with ease. Mikey was fighting Cheery-Tomato [and losing rather badly] And Leo? His twin was attempting to fight Albearto via the use of portals and failing miserably.
"One of these days." Purple turned back to Meatsweats, almost mesmerised by his words. "One of these days, Donnie, we will find you. And we will defeat you and there will be nothing – nothing! – you or any of your pathetic brothers can do about it! And I'll tell you what when that time comes we'll enjoy it. Now…"
Purple felt heat singeing his shell and looked down. A giant bubbling cooking pot seemed to grin up at him.
Terror gripped at his heart and he turned the whitest his green skin would allow. No. He couldn't die. Not like this.
"Now we're cooking!" Meatsweats boomed dropping the young turtle un-mercifully.
As the pigs laugh drummed in his ears, Donnie opened his mouth and screamed.