"Oh, sure! I'll make a Chibi-Silver Sentry! I'll even make a Chibi-Usagi. Shell, while I'm at it, I'll make a Chibi-Traximus! Or Chibi-Karai! Or, better yet, let's go crazy and make a Chibi-Shredder! Yeah, let's do that! Cause it's obviously not so difficult or time consuming, is it?" Donatello yelled, pushing his chair back and storming out of the kitchen and to his room, slamming the door behind him.
The Clan stared after him.
"All I said was 'good morning'." Mikey muttered, blue eyes wide.
"But you did pester him for a new chibi all day yesterday, hadn't you?" Leonardo muttered, placing a container of milk on the table.
"I believe it would be best to allow Donatello his privacy today." Splinter said serenely, his chibi nodding from his place near his elbow.
Raphael, meanwhile, paused in making tiny meals and tapped a small olive-green head gently. "I know that look." He muttered just for the chibi. "What are yah planning, huh?"
Chibi-Donny looked up at him, and shook his head, turning back to contemplating the Lab's door.
Raphael snorted, and carried the five ready teeny meals to the table. He returned a moment later, and took the chibi to the table as well.
~A few days later~
"Alright, is everyone ready?" Master Splinter stood next to the doors to the elevator, eying his little family. It was nearly time to head over to April's apartment for this week's movie night.
"Yes!" His four sons answered, waiting eagerly for the permission to go.
"Excellent. Michelangelo, you are staying."
"What? Why?!"
Splinter turned to him. "Someone has to take care of the chibis while we are gone." The aged Sensei motioned for his other three sons to go.
"Well, why can't they come with us?"
"Because, Michelangelo, you need to learn that though having chibis is enjoyable, taking care of them can be as difficult and time-consuming as Donatello said their creation was. You need to learn to stop asking your brother for more when there are already five of them. I believe that can be achieved through... Raphael, how did you call it?"
"Chibi-sitting."
"Ah, yes. Chibi-sitting. We will return around midnight. Until then you will be responsible for making sure none of the chibis get hurt, that they are fed, cleaned and ready for bed around ten. Also, please make sure they complete their studies and chores for today, and help Chibi-Leo to train them in meditation. Keep in mind they are of the disposition of small children, thus they need to be suitably entertained or I fear they may get into many troubles during their spare time. Oh, and make sure Chibi-Donny eats something, he is yet to leave the Laboratory."
Mikey stared wide-eyed at his father, then turned to the chibis gathered around his feet.
Blue eyes turned pleading at the aged Sensei.
"No, Michelangelo." Master Splinter bent down towards the chibis. "I expect you all to be alive when we return. If there are any troubles, don't hesitate to call." Chibi-Leo nodded, holding his two younger brothers close to himself by their wrists.
They said their goodbyes and left, the elevator doors closing behind them with an odd sound of finality. And possible Doom.
But dear oblivious Mikey did not interpret it as such.
"So. You guys wanna play video games?"
The chibis gave each other sidelong glances.
As predicted, Michelangelo spent the next two hours glued to the Xbox. He played, he cheered, he jumped and twisted, he did nothing of what Master Splinter asked him to regarding the chibis.
So when hunger struck the little ones, they had to improvise.
While Chibi-Mikey pilfered a few potato chips from an unsuspecting Michelangelo for desert, Chibi-Leo and Chibi-Raphie were busy in the kitchen, trying to climb high enough to reach the food.
First, they pushed a thick book (found forgotten under the sofa) over to the cabinet. Next, Chibi-Leo climbed onto Chibi-Raphie's shoulders, then he climbed up the counter by stabbing his brother's sais into the wood, and hoisting himself higher with each go.
Once he reached the top, he threw down one end of a dental-floss-rope for his brother to climb with, and attached the other to the coffee maker.
When Chibi-Raphie had joined him (and he had returned the sais), the two started looking around the food available to their reach. An apple, a banana, peanut-butter and some bread.
While Chibi-Raphie prepared the sandwich (by using his little hands to lather the bread with peanut butter), Chibi-Leo rolled the fruits to the rope, tying one to it and pushing it off the counter, trusting the floss to hold its weight. He then slid down the rope and untied the apple from it, climbing back up the repeat the process with the banana.
By the time the sandwich was done, Chibi-Mikey had arrived in the kitchen to catch it, so they simply threw it down. Next came the act of getting down themselves.
Chibi-Raphie solved it by tying the end of the rope around Chibi-Leo's middle then pushing his brother off the cabinet, the rope stopping his rapid descent shortly before meeting the floor. When the blue-clad chibi untied himself, Chibi-Raphie repeated the process with himself.
Now, the coffee maker was not attached to the counter by any means. And though the fruit-bungee managed to only slide it an inch closer to the edge, the chibis were androids. They were made of both organic and artificial parts, both flesh and metal/wires/steal-for-their-bones, so their weight was something a little more than that of a fruit. To compare, if they had been normal-sized, they would weight twice as much as their originals.
That was why when Chibi-Raphie used the bungee idea to get both his brother and himself down, the coffee maker had slid halfway over the edge of the counter. It wobbled for a few moments (during which the oblivious chibis untied their brother and started moving away with their food), then plummeted down to meet the rather hard surface below.
Cold coffee and glass flew in every direction, splashing all over the floor and the chibis. The sound however, was drowned by the loud explosion from the game, and thus Michelangelo had not been alerted to something that will inadvertently be blamed on him later on.
The three chibis shook themselves off, then carried their soaked food away. The glass pieces were big enough to them that walking around them was more than easy. They exited the kitchen, a line of chibi coffee-footsteps marking their passage.
They transported their food over to the Lab, because the big Master Splinter said that eating together is important for a family, and their-sized Master Splinter had nodded in agreement. Too bad the fifth chibi went with the others to April's, cause Donatello still needed to observe him after a small glitch that happened earlier that week. Still, they would eat together.
When they entered the Genius Work Space (as the Clan called it), it turned out they had arrived just in time to see Chibi-Donny placing the final touches on his now-finished secret-project. It had been made in total secret from their bigger them, as it was meant as a surprise for Donatello.
Chibi-Donny believed not having to do it himself would make him happy.
So the five of them ate their coffee soaked food, and got to know their newest robotic friend. Afterwards they had tried to introduce him to Michelangelo, but his attention was still fixed on the game controller. So they then turned to their favorite pass-time – finger painting.
They located the paints easy enough considering no one had even taken them off the floor, the paper however was well beyond their reach. After Chibi-Leo had stopped Chibi-Raphie from attempting to climb all the way up to the top of the book-shelf, it was decided that they would used the material closest to them as their canvas – the floor and the walls.
Chibi-Mikey drew the characters of the Justice Force. Chibi-Raphie drew two fighters doing what their name suggested. Chibi-Donny drew what appeared to be the inside of a computer, and Chibi-Leo drew a forest with a lone samurai standing in a meadow.
Their new robotic friend painted an entire city, the four chibis helping after they finished their own pictures. In a joined effort, the wall and a big part of the floor were covered in a beautiful landscape of childishly drawn empire, including fields, movie theaters, schools, police stations and a big tower overlooking the safety of the natives.
With their masterpiece complete, the five decided to play a game of tag. They played for as long as their little legs could handle, leaving paint hand-prints on their bodies as the It was changed. When they tired of playing, they divided up.
Chibi-Mikey and Chibi-Raphie took their new robotic play-mate on a tour of the house, while Chibi-Donny decided to try to see what was inside the VCR and DVD player. Chibi-Leo meanwhile, took some more paint and tried to see how many footsteps one container was enough for. Very many, it turned out.
It was then, that things took a turn for the less peaceful.
A crash and a small explosion had all the chibis running towards the cluster of TVs and monitors. The sound also alerted Michelangelo that his father's premonition had came true at the sight of a frightened Chibi-Donny fidgeting next to the remains of the VCR. He jumped to his feet and grabbed the chibi, lifting him away from the smoking debris.
"Okay, no worries." He looked the little one over. "You're covered in paint, but not hurt, that's a good thing."
The terrapin moved away from the entertainment center of the Lair, and set the chibi down among his brethren. And for the first time noticed their new robotic friend.
His eyes nearly popped out of his skull, so great was his shock.
"What the- Shredder?!"
Indeed, a chibi of the form of their arch-nemesis stood before him, regarding him with slightly suspicious eyes.
Mikey's narrowed into a scowl. "You're a spy, aren't you?!" He made a grab for him, but it will probably come as no surprise to learn Chibi-Shredder took off running, his little bionic legs easily fast enough to out run the turtle.
Not that the terrapin didn't try. He lunged after the little one, running after him through the entire Lair, unknowingly allowing himself to be lead in a circle.
As they neared the entertainment center, a few facts appeared to Michelangelo's knowledge. One – the chibis were mighty protective of their own. Two – there were a lot of cables laying on the floor from the numerous TV sets and other movie/game devices. And three – he really should train more, because even his quote awesome ninja skills unquote didn't save him from tripping over the wire the four remaining chibis spread between them.
He fell to the floor, winded and dazed, giving the chibis ample time to tie his limbs together. A few additional cables made sure Michelangelo would not rise from his position of semi-hog-tied.
The chibis high-fived each other, admiring their work with big grins.
Mikey stared at them. "Just what is wrong with you?"
The answer – boredom, and caffeine-soaked food.
Chibi-Shredder's grin widened into a mischievous one. He left the bound terrapin's side for just long enough to retrieve a container of pink paint.
Blue eyes widened. "Don't you dare!"
A splash of paint over his beak was his only answer. Followed quickly by a feeling of dread washing over the turtle as he noticed the other chibis running over to their art supplies.
Oh, boy.
"Ummm... I can explain." Mikey muttered, staring up at his family with a sheepish grin.
Leonardo crossed his arms. "Please do. Because right now it looks like the chibis tied you up and finger-painted all over you."
"Your shell is covered in rainbows and fluffy barn animals." Raphael muttered, then fell over laughing.
"And is that a Chibi-Shredder?"
"Okay, that one I can't explain." Mikey muttered, throwing a glare at where the chibi lay sleeping. "He could be a spy sent to us to destroy us."
"You watch too many movies." Donatello muttered, gathering his chibi from atop Mikey's carapace, and nudging him awake. "Chibi-Donny? Did you make your new friend?"
A sleepy nod.
"So he was your secret project?"
Another nod, and a yawn.
"It is a great achievement, especially for someone so small." Master Splinter praised, and the chibi smiled in barely conscious pride.
"Well, then. What should we do first? Meet our newest chibi, clean them up or untie Mikey?"
"I vote for the last one!" the orange-clad terrapin offered.
"Michelangelo, don't be selfish. They are two hours past their bed-time. They must be exhausted." Master Splinter admonished him gently, placing his chibi on the floor so that he could get acquainted with the newest one, who had been awakened by their conversation.
He smiled softly as he watched them shake hands. This little one, after all, couldn't possibly be as bad as the original. For one thing, he was programmed by another chibi, and chibis were innocent enough not to know true evil.
They would keep this one too, and offer him a safe home.
But first. "Raphael, would you mind running a bath for the little ones?"
"No prob, Sensei."
"I'll clean the mess up."
"Thank you, Leonardo."
"I'll go check Chibi-Shredder's blue-prints for any mistakes or possible glitches."
"Ah, yes, health is important. I will go meditate on where the little one will sleep."
The four (and chibis) went to attend their self-set chores.
Mikey blinked. "Guys? Aren't you going to untie me? Hello? Guys? Master Splinter? Chibis?... crap."
Two pairs of eyes, one golden and the other brown, peaked above the edge of the table, staring at the two chibis sitting atop it. Or, to be more precise, at Chibi-Leo laying on the table-top, while Chibi-Raphie bounced happily over his lap, the by now familiar expression of bliss and 'oh, yeah' written all over their little faces.
Well, at least they were not in the dojo this time.
Leonardo frowned at the position the chibis were connected in. A position that suspiciously resembled something Raphael had offered for them to do yesterday.
He glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eyes. "...did you teach them that?"
Indignant golden eyes snapped towards him. "F'course not!"
Well, where else could they learn about sex from? Either he had to go murder Mikey or go search for chibi-porn.
Did chibis even have porn? And why was he thinking about that while looking at their chibis getting it on on the kitchen-table?! Did he really become so used to stumbling upon them that it held no element of shock or surprise for him anymore?
Was it getting hot in here?
"Wanna do it?" he asked finally.
Raph blinked. "...sure."
Leo grinned and grabbed the opened bottle of lube off the table-top. It wasn't long before both Raphies were happily bouncing on their Leos laps.
Master Splinter, it turned out, had a pretty normal reaction to stumbling upon an intimate act. Wide eyes, low-hanging jaw, frozen body, dropped cane, the whole shebang. All in all, normal and appropriate to the sight he was seeing – of Chibi-Splinter writhing in pleasurable sensation under Chibi-Shredder.
Hey, at least the tiny arch-nemesis was programmed to be friendly. Very friendly, in fact.