Klunk could still remember the hungry, cold days before the nice green man found him. The green man looked like a human version of the little creatures he sometimes saw human kits carrying. The green man had immediately picked him up and told him that he would find him a home. It had been nice and warm in the green man's jacket, even if the green man's chest was hard and yellowish and just that slightest bit uncomfortable. But Klunk hadn't minded. After all, the nice green man had promised to feed him as soon as possible.
The night had been utterly astounding, especially when the green man actually attacked one of those metal monsters the humans constantly got in and out of. And then the green man had actually got inside and commanded it to do as he wanted! More of the monsters with flashing lights had chased them, but the green man had managed to evade them. And THEN the green man had taken him back home, told the rest of his family that he was going to keep him and name him Klunk, and fed him. After which, they had gone to one of the buildings that abandoned kits were kept in, and he received lots of pets. It had been one of the best nights of his life. Since then, he had had many adventures with his green man, who was called 'Mikey' by his family. He liked Mikey very much, even if Mikey was strange and had a strange, high-pitched battle cry.
Klunk did NOT want to lose his Mikey, so when the men in black outfits appeared and TOOK his Mikey, he followed. His friend may not be tall anymore, but that did not change who he was. As Klunk slipped out after them, he picked up a shell cell from the floor. Then, he padded silently through the sewers after them. The one with a red stripe would find them if he had one of the little green shells.
XxXxX
The Nightwatcher does not usually blow up while in his suit. This time though, he could be forgiven for losing his cool. "THE FOOT TOOK MIKEY? HOW THE HELL DID THEY EVEN FIND THIS PLACE!" roared Raph, his absolute fury showing on his face and in his voice. Donato raised his hands placatingly.
"Calm down, Raphael, we'll find him. And then we'll make sure they can't find the lair again so easily."
"Oh yeah? And how'll we do THAT?"
"Well first of all, we have a shell cell signal that ISN'T from Japan or from here. That should lead us to Michelangelo."
"But he doesn't have one on him at the moment," said Raph, looking puzzled.
"That isn't what we should be worried about right now. Second, Michael can sense Michelangelo, and tell us what state he's in."
"Yup!" said Michael, grinning. "So we'll find the shell cell, and then I'll take over with the navigation from there."
"You know what navigation is?" asked Raph and Radboud at the same time.
"Ha ha ha very funny. Of course I do!"
"Alright then, let's go," said Raph.
"Yes," said Donato, grinning as he picked up a few of Don's gadgets and slipped them into a bag he'd made for himself.
XxXxX
"Master Splinter?" The rat opened his eyes.
"Yes, Leonardo?"
"I really think we should get back to the lair..."
"And why is this?"
"I just feel like something's wrong back home."
"I do too, sensei," said Don.
"Raphael and Michelangelo will work it out," said Master Splinter. "They can take care of themselves, and Leatherhead is always nearby if they require more assistance."
"But- Yes sensei," said Leo, sighing and going back to his meditation.
XxXxX
"Most extraordinary..." said the Shredder, looking at Michelangelo. "If I could change ALL the turtles into children, I could have them raised into loyal soldiers. Perhaps not this one though. He is far too flighty. And Raphael would require a collar at least to ensure that he would follow orders." Michelangelo looked up at the Shredder, but instead of fear... he looked interested.
"Can I be in a broom closet too?" There was momentary silence, then the Shredder smiled under his mask.
"No... forget what I said about terminating him. He would be my personal assistant." Chaplin blinked, then decided to let it go.
"We're working on a machine that can produce this affect, Master. The ninjas you sent out found the broken remains of a machine in Donatello's lab, which we have found to be the source of this change."
"Excellent, try to duplicate it."
"Yes Master." Chaplin went to turn off the screen, but the Shredder sent him such a glare that he took a couple steps back.
"Leave the screen on. I wish to continue conversing with Michelangelo."
"Yes Master," said Chaplin, inching away as inconspicuously as he could as soon as the Shredder and Michelangelo started chattering.
XxXxX
Raph was surprised to find Klunk with the shell cell when they reached the Shredder's tower. "What are you doing with that?" asked Raph, as if Klunk could answer. Klunk just purred, rubbed himself against Raph's ankle, and dropped the shell cell into Donato's hand before vanishing into the shadows. "I swear Mikey's been teaching that cat," muttered Raph.
"Ahem. We should be focused on the matter at hand," said Donato. He pulled out what looked like watches and handed one to each of them. "These will help us keep track of where the others are. From what I have gathered from D- research," he corrected himself. "We're going to have to either sneak in using air vents, which is only possible for Raphael, or we're going to have to storm the place. Michael will be with Raph, I'll be on my own, and Leofric and Radboud are together. Sound good so far?" Leofric nodded.
"Strengths and weaknesses?" he asked.
"The normal Foot soldiers will be no problem for you. They're basically toothpicks." The blue and purple brother shared fanged grins for a second that mildly disturbed Raph. "The Elite ones are the ones you have to watch out for. They'll be a little more troublesome."
"How do we-? Never mind." Raph looked between them curiously. Did they have some form of silent communication or something?
"We gonna go yet?" asked Radboud. "I'm gettin' antsy here!"
"Leofric, Radboud, you two go that way. Attack in three seconds. I'll go that way and attack three seconds after that. Michael and Raph, you head in whenever you want."
"Which means IMMEDIATELY!" yelled Michael excitedly as he barreled forward and through the doors. Raph leapt down and followed.
"And apparently they weren't listening to me in regards to the air vents," muttered Donato.
"No, they weren't," said Leofric, before leaving with Radboud.
XxXxX
The Shredder likes conversations with people who like broom closets. The Shredder has metal broom closets so that they're harder to possibly damage. So when his broom closets got damaged and his talk with Michelangelo was cut short, he was justifiably ticked off. He was more than ready to face Raphael, but he did not expect to run into three huge terrapins. One of which had an EXTREMELY large bazooka. And according to reports coming in to him, there was a fourth, yellow one running around. "So, you dare to attack my tower..." said the Shredder, sounding as menacing as he possibly could.
"Yeah, we dare bring light ta ya lair," Radboud muttered to Leofric, making the blue terrapin grin.
"You must die," said the Shredder. The poor fellow did NOT understand why two of the terrapins suddenly dissolved into hysterical laughter. The one who didn't, however, unfortunately had possession of the bazooka.
"Other way around, Tin-head. Get ready to go crying to Blue Jean."
"What?" They all stared at either the Shredder or Donato for a bit.
"Are you SERIOUSLY telling me you don't get the reference? You haven't ever heard of David Bowie?" More silence. "Oh come ON! His music is fantastic! Even YOU would be a fan!"
"I don't listen to any human music and 'like' it, unless it's screaming."
"Then you don't know Queen either?"
"... No."
"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Donato marched over to the Shredder, and poked him in the chest with his bazooka. "You, sir, are a sorry excuse for a-"
XxXxX
Before Donato started getting rude, I thought it would be best to switch over to Michael and Raphael. Michael was humming to himself and pointing in random directions. "Michael, can you FOCUS please?" Michael came to an immediate stop and his arm pointed to the door beside them. Well, beside them both once Raph accidentally ran into Michael's arm and fell over backwards, holding his face. "DAMN IT MICHAEL! Warning next time! Your arm's like a rock!"
"Sorry," said Michael, sounding unapologetic as he reached over and embedded his nails in the metal and ripped it away from its hinges. Raph couldn't help wincing as Michael simply shook his hand once to send the door flying down the corridor.
"Didn't that hurt?"
"Nope." Before they could go into more detail about WHY this was, they both happened to actually, you know, look into the room where a couple different laser rifles were pointed at them.
"Damn Triceraton technology," growled Raph. Then he noticed something far more important than the possibility that they would look like Swiss cheese soon. "Mikey!" Doctor Chaplin was holding a gun to the kid's head.
"Drop your weapons and become our prisoners, or I'll blast a hole through his brain." Raph growled and threw down his sai while Michael pouted and chucked his new clubs away (he had refused to take anything Donato had offered him and so they were giant metal monsters that he'd shaped with his bare hands).
"I was becoming attached to those you know," he sulked.
"Not my probl-" Michael punched Chaplin, rendering the human instantly unconscious.
"They were even better than my old clubs!" he growled, stalking towards the scientist and ignoring the frenzied shouts from the other humans.
"Michael!" said Raph, noticing the lasers now all concentrated on Mikey. With a growl, Michael kicked Chaplin's unconscious form and then allowed himself to be locked up in a cage.
"This BLOWS," he said, snarling at one of the men who dared to come too close.
"I'd neva have guessed, I thought we were all gonna go on a picnic and pick daisies," said Raph sarcastically.
"Then you're an idiot," said Michael. Raph resisted the extreme urge to punch Michael, which would have really done no good.
"I was bein' sarcastic, Michael." Michael grunted in response.
"I hope the others can get us out."
"The betta option would be ta leave us an' go plan."
"But they can't have you and Mikey getting killed," said Michael. "That would have some... bad consequences."
"An' havin' you killed too wouldn't?"
"Not as bad as if you and Mikey died, no," said Michael. He refused to elaborate, but we all know that if Mikey and Raph died, two of the clones would never have existed. A.k.a. Dark Mikey and Dark Raph.
I almost don't want to post this. Why? Because someone accidentally deleted all the witty, hilarious stuff that I had written after "You dare attack my tower". -_- I had to retype what I could remember, and now some of it isn't as funny! D: Oh well...
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