After getting settled in and after a few days and letting Randall get used to it there, the turtles decided it was time for a camping trip. They all were wanting Randall to deal with the unexpected.

They packed up the essentials and then it was time for travel. Casey took the five boys to an empty spot that had a good water source.

While they were gone, it would give April, Casey, and Splinter some quiet time. They would also take care of Klunk.

Randall had his own tools that he had gotten down in the swamps, but the turtles wanted to prepare him for much more.

"In places where humans don't exist, and you might need help if there was an injury, you need to know how to take care of yourself and where to go." Leo said. "What to do."

Although the turtles had brought their own weapons, they did show Randall how to make weapons out of their surroundings as well. Rocks, sticks, tree bark, they all came in handy. Some tree limbs also became useful to hold things. Even to make a spear.

These guys may have been city boys like him, but Randall saw that they did know how to survive out here in the wilderness too. They seemed to know the basics of it.

Mikey had packed up the majority of the food. And though they did eat what they had brought, the turtles also did practice living off the land too.

The water was fresh and fine, healthy to drink from. But they also went fishing and swimming in it too. Randall didn't swim though, with the cast still on his wrist. But he could swim.

They were all out camping for five days, then Casey came and got them. Randall had learned quite a bit in that amount of time, but he was ready to go back to the house.

….

Randall helped Don with some projects up at the house. He did learn more training techniques from Leo. He went exploring in the woods with Mikey and they stayed clear of the neighbor's.

The boys even did tree hopping training too. Randall saw that the turtles were even just as smooth going through trees as he was. But his body just also had more natural climbing abilities with his gecko/tree frog like fingers and toes.

Raph had his motorcycle too. He wasn't too crazy about letting the others get near it, other than Don. He warned Randall that if he ruined anything on the Shell Cycle, he would be in trouble.

"Why would I want to ruin such a beautiful invention?" Randall stated. "I know mechanics."

"Just the same. Don't touch it." Raph said.

Randall couldn't ride it anyway. He wasn't even going to try. Driving wasn't for him.

Splinter still tried to get Randall more comfortable with trying to learn to meditate. He just might need to learn it.

Randall wasn't always the patient type. He had that in common with Raphael. But at least he did have a longer attention span than Mikey.

Just as April had the mothering figure besides being like a sister to the turtles, Master Splinter was the father figure. He was patient with Randall.

He got Randall to relax and focus on his breathing and clear his mind. He eventually succeeded in getting him into a trance.

Together, they met in the astral plane. Splinter talked to him about it and explained things. And they even went through some of Randall's past trials, but just as soon as the big secret came up again, it made Randall come out of it.

"You keep on trying to get me to reveal it, don't you?!" Randall snapped.

"I'm trying to help you clear your conscious of past mistakes. To get you the true new start you need, Randall." Splinter said. "I'm sorry for your hard past, but you need to move on from it."

"I have been trying to move on. I just don't want to think about it, but some of you keep on trying to get me to tell you. I don't want to talk about it!" Randall said angrily.

"If you tell us what it is, it might give you the full piece of mind you need."

Randall gave out a deep breath. He knew he needed to get it over with. "You want to know what it was?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I'll tell you when you're all together. I don't want to repeat it again." Randall said and left.

Later that evening, Randall had told April he was finally going to tell them. He needed support in this. April agreed to it. She would let him do the talking unless otherwise.

Everyone was gathered in the living room. April stood by Randall as he began.

"I heard how you turtles met April." He began.

"Yeah, with the Mousers attacking her." Don said.

"Well, this big secret isn't something I'm proud of. I've learned my lesson since then, and I know this will be hard for you to hear." Randall said.

"I've seen how you guys protect humans. But when I used to live in my former world, I had gone to college to become a scarer and learned engineering skills. When I got a job at a place called Monsters, Incorporated, I was a scarer. I scared human kids coming out of the closet for a living. We monsters just scared the kids, we didn't harm them. But it was for energy for our world. We have different energy ways in our world than here."

"If there were monsters that broke certain rules, they were banished here. And I became one of them. But how it started was, I was asked if I could make a machine for my boss and at first, I was excited because he promised me fame and money, but overtime, when I soon wanted to quit when it became overwhelming to even have a life outside of work, my boss manipulated and used me. He threatened me, he cut my paycheck at times and he could have done much worse. He forced me to make a machine that was supposed to suck screams from kids. And I was to try it on a little girl. But because I had rivals where I worked too, they were friends with her and protected her from me."

"My plans were ruined. The machine would power our world if the plans had succeeded, but my rivals destroyed the machine. And I was ordered to kill my rivals. I was so desperate for respect and to just have something succeed for once in my life. I was always the joke to everyone when I was young and hated just because I was a reptile. It was even a miracle I had a job at Monsters, Inc. But my boss might have still did away with me afterwards had I not succeeded. But my rivals banished me here to this world."

"First in, I was beat in the head with a shovel plus more. I was lucky I lived. And I lived in the swamps for a long time before I decided to move on. And you know the rest." Randall finished. He looked desperately at the family.

"You all wanted to know my biggest past secret. And like I said, I'm not proud of it. I regret it now, I swear. I know human kids, aside from looks, don't seem to differ that much from monster kids." Randall said.

The family was all in shock.

"Did you know if the machine would have killed the girl or not? Or any kid?" Leo demanded.

Randall had seen what it nearly did to Fungus. It had been a dangerous machine.

"It was tested on another monster. It was possible and that's why we had to test it. At the time, humans were just like animals to us. Test subjects. We didn't know anything of their smarts, and thought they were toxic to touch us. But I found out that's not true. But I just want to move on from that part of my life."

"But if April and Casey had kids, would you try that on them?" Raph demanded next.

"No! I won't."

"How can we believe you?" Splinter asked.

"Because of when I saved Michelangelo and Raphael." Randall declared. "I mean what I say."

As head of the family, Splinter knew that there had to be consequences for this. Should they let him stay, or make him leave?

"Randall, will you please go outside and no eavesdropping. I must discuss this with everyone." Splinter said.

"You guys have been a real family to me for the first time in my life. I've never known such respect and real friendship like this before." Randall said.

"Please go outside. We will call you when we need you to come back in." Splinter said.

"Okay." Randall said.

Randall went outside to the barn. He climbed up to the hayloft. He went to the edge and watched from up there. He knew there was probably going to be trouble ahead for him. That's why he hadn't wanted to reveal it.

Inside, turtles, rat, and humans discussed a possible punishment, or if he would need to leave.

"How can we truly trust him?" Casey demanded.

"I don't know if I can trust him with my tools again." Don said.

"I knew there was a dark side to that lizard." Splinter said. "I knew he was hiding something."

"Me too." Leo said.

"But also take into account that he's saved me, twice and Raph once." Mikey said. "And he hasn't tried to attack us, unlike Stockman."

"He did hide and take our things when you were hiding him, Mikey." Raph said angrily.

"Yeah, but he never tried to hurt you." Mike retorted.

"We know Randall is a resourceful lizard. He's a fighter. If he survived in the swamps for so long, he could survive out there again." Splinter said.

"So what are you recommending, Father?" Leo asked.

"Bring him back in." Splinter said.

Mikey went out to call Randall back in.

It had been about a 15 minute discussion.

Randall climbed down the wall, holding up his injured one. He followed Mike back inside.

"Master Splinter has something to tell you." Mike said.

Once inside, Randall stood before the rat, fronds close to his head and his hands behind his back. He also looked nervously around at the others, who had disappointed looks on their faces. Then he looked at Splinter.

"With what you have learned from my sons on the camping trip, your punishment is going to be you are to be out in the wilderness for a week, without anything but your glasses and contacts, using what you have learned." Splinter said.

"You've got to be kidding." Randall said.

"I never joke, Randall. I mean what I say too."

"What about his wrist?" Mikey asked.

"He has three others. He'll make do. And I am still grateful to you for saving Michelangelo and Raphael, Randall. But this is a test and a punishment for you to put all you know as a result of this big secret."

"Where am I going to go?" Randall asked. "The camping spot?"

"That will be up to Casey to decide."

Randall looked at the man. "Oh, I know a good spot." Casey said.

Randall had a feeling the man knew of a bad place to put him in.

"But I can't even take my own tools?"

"No. You use what's on the land only." Splinter said.

Randall couldn't believe this and no one was standing up for him this time. He knew it was foolish to trust others. April hadn't even stepped in to defend him. And he had trusted her with this secret.

"Am I going to be allowed back?"

"After a week out there." Splinter said.

"What about a tent?" April asked.

"No."

"I was used to roughing it down in the swamps."

"Mr. Jones. Escort Randall to the spot." Splinter said.

"Right now?" Mikey asked.

"Yes, my son. Right now."

Randall's eyes widened. He went upstairs to his room. He slammed the door closed.

Casey went up after him. "Come on, Lizard. Get your glasses so we can go."

"I don't want to go!" Randall said.

"We can take the door down if you don't come out."

"Fine!" Randall said. He grabbed his glasses and opened the door. "I had to get my glasses."

"Let's go." Casey said.

They came back downstairs and Randall looked at the others on his way out. They still looked upset. He then followed Casey out the door to the van.

He got in the back, away from the dark haired man.

Casey drove Randall quite a ways from the house to an empty place. It was by a creek though. "Get out." Casey ordered.

Randall obeyed. He grabbed his glasses case and that was it. He shut the door and the van moved on fast.

Now Randall knew he was out in the middle of nowhere with nothing. Not even a friend to talk to. He had to remember what he had learned to make it out here. He was on his own, and for a week.

He remembered that the turtles had stayed in the place where they had been dropped off for camping. But would Randall stay in this spot?

He went on to explore this area, what it held. He saw the creek bed, but it wasn't big enough to hold fish.

Back home, though April had understood, she just hadn't known what to say. It had been up to Splinter to decide Randall's fate. He would be allowed back, after a week.

Mikey would miss his best friend. The others all had a piece of mind that he wasn't a problem for now. They were shocked that Splinter hadn't made him leave permanently.

….

Out in the woods, Randall quickly resorted to finding a good stick to make into a spear, or a sword. He shaved it up and shaped it right. He used some tree limb vines to tie some around his body to be able to carry it. He carried his glasses case in his fingers in his hurt hand.

He would stay near his water source. Then he began to follow it further downstream to find a pond or something where he could at least fish. He also looked for shelter too. But he knew he could sleep just as well in the trees.

He had moved deeper into the woods from when he first arrived. Soon, he came to a pond where there was more likely to have fish in it. He knew how to make a fire to cook it.

He then saw a good thick sized tree where he would stay. It had a big hole in the top of it.

Randall climbed the tree and put his glasses there. He just settled down there for now. This had been one shocking day. Why couldn't Splinter have at least let him prepare himself first like overnight, to let him think about things? But being out here, he would have a week to think.

Randall had gotten used to city life again. He was going to have to reflect on old skills he learned down in the swamps and what he had learned from the turtles.

He was so mad at them that once he was sure his stuff was secure, he took his contacts out too, and then he climbed down the tree and he instantly went into the pond.

He had been told not to get his cast wet. For the last few weeks, it had only been wash cloth baths for him. But not now.

When he got out of the water, the cast was beginning to weaken. Bending his neck down, and using his hands and teeth, he pulled the cast off his hand. He left the stuff on the ground and then threw dirt over it.

"I won't be needing that anymore." Randall told himself.

Then he tested his wrist. It felt weird to be out to the air again. It felt near normal, but there was still some pain in it. Right now, Randall didn't care.

He tested getting down on eights and walking on it. It hurt to put weight on it. He still couldn't use it.

Randall went back to the tree and just wanted to be left alone, which he was. He didn't bother coming down at all the rest of the night. The pain of his punishment made him cry a little bit, but it could have been worse for him.

It was hard, but he soon found sleep.

How do you all think it's going so far? Randall just gave off his biggest secret.