-The 2012 Universe-

The four turtles sat on the rooftop, their mask ends fluttered in the night breeze. Their white eyes followed the Purple Dragons, wandering along the street in a close group, stashing stolen wallets in their pockets and swinging filched purses around their meaty arms. As they crossed the street, the turtles followed them along on the rooftops, never taking their white eyes off of the criminals. The full moon shone behind them, white stars splattered across the darkness like flecks of paint.

Raphael stood in the back of the group, watching the Purple Dragons. Leonardo stood in front of him, leaning over the edge of the building as he watched the criminals meander through the empty streets. He was anxious, ready to go home to watch a Space Heroes special on television that he'd recorded the night before. Yet he put on a serious face and pretended to be greatly interested in the Purple Dragons.

As the Purple Dragons crossed a man on the street and stuck on their guns, commanding him to give them his cash, the turtles finally decided it was the right time to intervene. They leapt from the roof gracefully, raining down in a circle around the three criminals. The man being held up screamed and scrambled away.

Leonardo made the first attack. He ran forward and swept outwards with his katana, narrowly missing a man's leg. Once the Purple Dragon was distracted, Michelangelo ran forward and brought the man down from behind. "Booyahkasha!" He then tripped another one and threw him down atop the first. These Purple Dragons were easy to defeat.

Soon enough, the turtles stood in front of an unmoving pile of groaning thieves. "Do you think we can go home now?" Leonardo asked, looking for more Purple Dragons. He was bouncing with energy. "There's an hour-long Space Heroes special for the thirtieth anniversary I want to watch." His brothers ignored him, as they always did when he got on the subject of his favorite television show. Just as he began to walk down the street towards a manhole cover, figuring his patrol was done for the night - six long hours of crime-fighting finished - Leonardo heard footsteps and talking, faint and distant. He turned to his brothers and hissed, "Humans are coming!" The turtles didn't hesitate - they immediately leapt into the nearest dark alleyway. They watched as a few late night shoppers strode across the street, not even noticing the unconscious criminals on the sidewalk as they gossiped.

Once the danger was gone, the pink shopping bags swinging around the corner, Michelangelo the freckled turtle let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He took a step forward, only to have a hand curl around his ankle and pull him to the ground and into the deepest of the alley's shadows. "Aaaah!"

"Mikey!" Raphael yelled. Suddenly, Michelangelo flew out of the darkness like he'd been thrown and knocked over Donatello. As the turtles were distracted, something walked out of the darkness. Karai. She stopped and leaned to one side, her metal armor reflecting the surprise in all of the turtles' faces. She sneered smugly.

"Surprise."

"How did you find us?" Donatello asked, pushing Michelangelo off of him and standing up.

"Easy. If I pay the Purple Dragons enough, those morons will be glad to play bait for you. All they have to do is a commit a crime and you guys will be there to knock them down. A simple fact my father has yet to realize."

Leonardo suddenly burst,"But Shredder is not your-"

"That is an ordeal for another time, Leonardo," Karai spat, exaggerating the word with a tone of disgust. It seemed fake, though, like part of her actually didn't hate Leonardo. Like part of her wanted so badly to believe him. She put on a confident face again, contradicting the raging and uncertain emotions insider her, and said,"Come and get me, freak."

Leonardo ran towards her, swords at the ready. Karai merely slid out of his way and kicked him backwards. Leonardo was sent tumbling back, his equilibrium gone. She caught Michelangelo's nunchucks that flew towards her face. She was energetic and alert tonight, her eyes dancing. Something was up her sleeve.

"What do you want with us now?" Raphael groaned. He made a sloppy jab at her arm that she caught. Karai turned to look at him, her expression smug and prideful. She leaned her neck to each side and cracked the joints, ready for some real fighting.

"Nothing much. I only need to filthy turtles for something bigger. Sad that you won't live to see it in full."

That was when Rahzar and Fishface leapt down from the rooftops above.

-1990 movie universe-

Leonardo03 screamed as he fell out of the swirling portal, soaring a good ten feet until he hit the ground with a loud thud and a sharp intake of breath. He stared up at the ceiling, six feet of it taken up by the portal. This place was dank and dirty, much more filthy than Leonardo03's home dimension, that was for sure. It wasn't very remarkable, just a grungy sewer. If this was where the turtles of this dimension resided, they couldn't be radically different than any other dimensions.

Leonardo03 sat up and began rubbing his neck, sore from the unexpected fall. Suddenly, he heard a shrill "Look out below!" and peered upwards to see Michelangelo07 hurtling towards him.

Leonardo let out the most uncharacteristic, feminine shriek and scrambled out of the way. His efforts were in vain, however, as he merely ended up being used as a landing pad by Raphael87 instead.

"Gee, thanks for breaking my fall!" Raphael87 said, his hand held out for a high-three that was never fulfilled. He turned to the grimy sewer wall and said,"Who knew turtle shells were so soft to land on?"

"Get off of me!" Leonardo03 groaned, tired of the goofy turtle's shenanigans already. He shoved off the turtle, standing up and walking out of the water as he brushed himself off, trying to regain the aura of a balanced leader once again. He hoped no one had heard his high-pitched scream.

"So, where do you reckon we are?" Raphael03 said, coming up alongside Leonardo03, examining the sewer tunnel with his white eyes. Raphael03 and Leonardo03 were a bit behind on what was going on, because they had only joined the fight against the mysterious new Shredder a few minutes ago. As the large group of turtles began to stumble down the tunnel, they filled the two newcomers in.

"That is an...interesting story," Leonardo03 said once it was over, trying not to look overly shocked or confused. He felt, as the leader, he should remain calm and level-headed at all times, showing no expression but confidence.

"Yeah, but I have something more confusing to tell you guys," Raphael03 interjected. The turtles nodded for him to talk, so he began. "When Donatello and Michelangelo were missing, me and Casey -"

"You mean 'Casey and I',"Donatello87 interrupted, always the brainiac.

"No, it was me and Casey. Not you and Casey," Raphael03 growled, unintentionally causing a few turtles to laugh. "...Anyway, when I came back to the Lair with Casey, I suddenly felt a lot of pain. My leg hurt and a felt like I'd gotten hit in a lot of places, even though I haven't got into a fight recently. It was completely random. Have any of you guys been feeling like that?"

"Actually, I have," Leonardo87 said, his brothers and the rest of the 2003 turtles raising their hands, too. Donatello and Michelangelo of the 2007 turtles raised their hands tentatively, only half agreeing.

"That's odd," Donatello03, putting his chin in his hand as he thought. "It seems we are each feeling each other's pain, if it's strong enough. Raphael, I believe the pain you were feeling was the pain of the tall, lithe Raph (Raphael07). He'd gotten really beat up during a fight. We seem to be feeling the pain of our dimensional-duplicates of the same name. I don't know why or how, but that's all I can deduce. We don't have much to theorize with, besides odd bursts of unpredictable agony."

"I haven't been feeling anything odd like this until we were all connected again," Michelangelo87 said. "When Donatello" - he pointed to the tall Donatello03 - "came back to our dimension. Once we started fighting the Shredder, I suddenly felt hurt when the other Michelangelos were hit or something. It wasn't strong usually, but it was totally mondo bizarro!"

The turtles stopped talking, having run out of things to say about the subject. Their minds were full of unanswered questions there was no way to solve at the moment. They would have to wait to solve the mystery. For now, they had the task of finding Shredder. How long that would take and whether they would reach him before anything bad happened were more questions they felt nervous thinking about.

Finally, Raphael03 spoke, after a long ten minutes of walking. "Man, we've been walking forever. One thing I know about these turtles already is that they're well-hidden." Always the impatient one.

"Excellent!" shouted a voice. The word rang throughout the sewers, echoing loudly, along with the sound of skateboard wheels clattering along on the rough floor of the sewers. A shadow, long and narrow and oddly shaped, appeared around the bend. The sounds of four more skateboards joined the first, noisy and constant, along with a lot of jeering and excited whooping. Catchphrases mingled into the conglomeration of noises.

"Scratch what I just said," Raphael03 said,"These turtles are noisier than Mikey on a sugar rush."

The turtles didn't have time to prepare themselves as the 1990 turtles rushed around the bend, doing flips, tricks, and 180s with their boards. Michelangelo90 was the first to spot the ten turtles standing in front of him, and he was so shocked he lost focus on the trick he was doing and fell to the floor in an unflattering heap, his board scooting away. His three brothers came up behind him, stopping their boards and catching them in their hands. They stared at the 2007, 2003, and 1987 turtles with shocked expressions. Michelangelo90 shrieked, a little late.

"Woah, dudes, do we look like dorks," Michelangelo87 said aloud. The rest of his group silently agreed with him. The 1990 turtle standing farthest back, his eyes surrounded by a thick red mask, growled and narrowed his eyes, looking menacing.

"Uh...not that dorks aren't cool!" Michelangelo87 added, holding up his hands in a defensive manner.

"Nice save, Michelangleo," Donatello87 said sarcastically. He leaned against his bo and looked at the new turtles with mixed awe and confusion. The new turtles still hadn't said a word and Michelangelo90 still lay on the floor. These turtles did look odd. Their heads were large, with expressive eyes, and their faces were shaped like that of a frog, especially Donatello90's. They were fairly tall, a light shade of green, with simple gear and weapons strapped to their belts.

"What do you bozos want?" Raphael90 asked in a thick New Yorker accent, pointing to his shiny, sharp sai hung loosely around his belt. "Talk fast."

Michelangelo87 pushed his way to the front of his group, the turtles around him groaning as he prepared to start his story, knowing what was coming. "Well, um...uh...A short time ago, in a dimension far, far away..."

-1987 dimension-

Shredder12 was running, feeling a tall turtle close at his heels, grabbing at him - trying to prevent him from entering the portal. But the turtle had been only a second too late, and Shredder had made it safely into the emergency portal Kraang had provided him.

The metal-covered menace stepped out of the swirling pink vortex, his head held high. He felt exhausted and his bleeding leg was screaming in pain, but he ignored it. Determination flared through him, his blood pounding. He clenched and unclenched his fists, huffing in anger. He had already failed to destroy that congested group of multiple turtle dimensions twice - he couldn't fail again. He felt that destroying all turtles and Splinters everywhere would be enough to pay for Tang Shen's death. She'd meant everything to Shredder, but he wasn't willing to admit he'd been the villain she didn't love. That it was his fault she was dead.

Shredder finally opened his eyes, ready to soak up the new dimension he was in. He opened his eyes, finding himself standing in a fairly dark alleyway as the portal closed behind him, the faint pink glow the buildings nearby were bathed in from the portal fading away. This New York was the strangest yet. It was colorful, with fairly short buildings, sort of like a cartoon. Hardly a citizen walking along the sidewalks looked normal - some wore strange outfits or hefted around ancient boomboxes. They didn't see Shredder, but he was fairly certain that if they did, they wouldn't be surprised by his get-up.

Every color in the city was bright and happy. This couldn't be New York, but it was. Shredder stared straight ahead of him to the building across the street, labeled 'Ninja Pizzaria'. You've got to be kidding me, he thought.

"Any Shredder who has to live in this dimension has my deep respect."

He slumped against the wall, taking off his helmet and rubbing his forehead, feeling a bruise building up on a spot where a nunchuck had hit him. His leg was still bleeding, but less worse now. Shredder caught his breath, trying to forget the fight he'd just had, the one he'd lost. He hated losing, almost as much as he hated Hamato Yoshi. The turtles would pay, and he wouldn't give up until all of them lay dead at his feet and their sanseis fell by his blades . He put his helmet back on his head and adjusted it. "Kraang."

There was a quick burst of static, and some garbled speech. The earpiece had been damaged badly from the non-stop fights. "Shredder...those known as..." The menace quickly ripped it out as the device made a high-pitched screech. He pressed a few buttons on it, hoping he was adjusting it and not making it worse. He fixated it back around his ear and spoke again. "Kraang."

The signal was still fairly poor, but better. "Shredder. Kraang is what is known as disappointed."

"Whatever for?" Shredder suddenly felt anger flare up inside him again, like a monster he couldn't control. In the back of his mind, he knew it had been his poor temper that had killed Tang Shen, his inability to see her happy with someone else, but he always had blamed it on Splinter. "I see nothing wrong with what I have done so far!"

"You have failed Kraang on two occasions. Kraang has told Kraang of your incapability to fight against those known as the turtles."

"LIES!" Shredder turned and slammed his fist into the wall.

"Kraang is what is known as disappointed. You lied to Kraang. Kraang did not lie to you, that which is known as the Shredder."

Shredder punched the wall again and seethed, his voice deep and guttural, into the earpiece. "I do not obey you, you obey me! Do not tell me what I am doing is not up to your standards, because I am not looking to please you! I am looking to avenge Tang Shen. She was taken from me!"

"The Kraang are what is known as sympathetic for you. That was what is known as sarcasm."

"Tell me where the turtles of this dimension are!" Shredder roared. He heard a few people on the sidewalks stop and stare at him, apparently roaring at himself and punching the wall. Dressed in terrifying metal armor with a bleeding leg. He must look insane, even for this crazy dimension, but he didn't care. "Tell me!" His loud voice caused bird pirched upon the roof of the building to caw and fly away, and the people staring at him to scramble off.

"Those known as the turtles of this dimension are not currently in this dimension." There was another burst of static from the earpiece.

"They must have been in that large group of them that fought me," Shredder deduced,"Those turtles looked like a mix of many different ones, they all had to come from somewhere! If there are none here, is there still a Splinter? Or is he gone, too? Tell. Me."

"The rat known as Splinter is currently in the dimension which is the dimension you are in."

"Direct me to him," Shredder commanded.

"Kraang do not know if Kraang should accept your involvement in Kraang's plans any longer. Kraang found that no turtles, known as 'The turtles', have been destroyed by you."

Shredder felt infuriated. Never before had someone commanded him to do something, or removed a privilege from him. It had always been him, sitting in the throne and barking orders to subservient foot soldiers or mutants. "Fine, I'll find that infernal rat myself. You'll see." He swept his cape and bent down to lift up a manhole cover that was on the floor of the alley. He leapt in and stomped down the sewer tunnel.

-2012 dimension-

Karai was the first to walk out of the elevator. She strode calmly past the many Kraangs, ignoring the brain-like blobs staring up at her with hatred in their putrid green eyes. She walked to the end of the room, her metal armor clanking with each step, her long sword dragging across the floor, scratching a long uneven line through the spotless white floor. She was the one spot in the whole room not white or pink, she was the blotch of dirt the Kraang couldn't sweep away. She liked the fact that they despised her but couldn't kill her, fearing Shredder's wrath. They were even afraid of the Shredder when he had no clear way to get to them, like now.

She stared up at her father on the monitor, wandering aimlessly through the sewers of a strange dimension. He looked...lost. Immediately, Karai knew the Kraang had abandoned her father, as he'd fallen useless to their mission.

She flipped around, brushing her black bangs out of her face. She listened to the clanking of the elevator as it made another trip towards the room, rising fifty floors to this one. She smirked. It was probably terrifying for those waiting in that metal box, ascending to their doom, and they were no doubt struggling for their freedom. Why try to escape their captors in that elevator? If they did, they would at least never escape TCRI in one piece.

The elevator beeped and the doors slid open, revealing four turtles, looking nothing but scarred and nervous, the pride beaten out of them. Rahzar, his fur black and shiny, stained with blood from a hardy battle, walked out of the elevator, Fishface by his side. They tugged heavy metal chains as they walked, and the turtles struggled to stay put in the elevator, fighting against the metal digging deep into their skin. Finally, Michelangelo fell onto his plastron on the white linoleum, helplessly dragged along the floor by Rahzar, like nothing more that a rag doll. The others, shocked by their brother's fall, were quick to stumble as well.

Leonardo felt the rusty metal chains dig into his wrist, so deep and tight his hands began to bleed. He turned towards his brothers, who looked defeated, and said,"Don't worry. We'll get out of this. We always do."

Raphael looked towards his brother, anger flaring up deep inside him, like an uncontrollable flame. "Leo, we're done. This room is full of Kraang, Footbots, Rahzar, Fishface, and Karai. And we're in really bad shape. Face it, we're done."

Rahzar stopped to converse with Karai, and finally the chains around Leonardos' arms slackened a little. He looked around the room, remembering it. He looked to the window and could remember vividly the day he'd let his brothers escape, leaving him to fight the Kraang alone. Leaving him to burst out of the window of TCRI fifty floors up in a desperate escape attempt, defeated and nearly killed. He had fallen for what felt like hours, days, until Raphael had saved him. The memory was horrible, and it was so vivid he could still feel the sensation of the ground rushing up to meet him, the view of the entire sprawling city as he fell through the sky. Leonardo closed his eyes tight, pushing back the memory. He had to stay strong. He had to fight even when his brothers had given up.

Michelangelo and Raphael were lead across the room by Fishface, not fighting anymore. Michelangelo's arm was bleeding badly. Rahzar followed Fishface, tugging Raphael and Leonardo along with him. They were brought to a large machine near the computer monitors. There were four rectangular boxes, solid like odd-shaped tables, about six feet long and three feet wide, that seemed to be a mere extension of the white linoleum floor, rising out of it. They had streaks of pink running across the white sides, but the tops of them were a strange, shifting blue. Michelangelo was thrown down atop the first and cuffs rose out of the sides, trapping his arms and legs.

"What is that?" Donatello said. Last time they'd been in this room, there had been nothing like these contraptions.

"You think I'm going to tell you?" Karai scoffed. "They were going to be some new useless invention by the Kraang; I assume a new portal or something. With a little convincing, they agreed to alter them for the purpose I wanted them to serve. The Kraang are so advanced with their technology, they only needed a few hours notice." Fishface thrust Donatello onto the next machine, grinning as the cuffs trapped the turtle's arms and legs.

Leonardo began to stuggle against his chains again, as Raphael was pulled onto the next. Karai saw the blue-masked turtle, the fear in his eyes, and smirked. She walked over to Rahzar and took Leonardo's chains from him. She then kicked Leonardo hard in the shell, causing him to stumble. Fishface caught him and put him on the last of the machines. Karai turned and walked up a set of stairs nearby, to the monitors. Shredder was still projected on them, wandering through the sewers still; the Kraang no longer cared about him. Karai then turned to the Kraang and hissed a command. "Turn the machines on."

Leonardo felt the machine he was attached to began to grow steadily warmer, heating up. The blue top he lay on began to glow, getting brighter and brighter by the second. His skin was bathed in its eerie blue glow, as he fought uselessly against the cuffs around his limbs, thrashing. His brothers screamed beside him, scared for what would happen next.

"Karai! What are you going to do to us?" Raphael shouted, his voice hoarse. She just stared, not smiling, but not frowning.

Then the pain started. Leonardo and his brothers screamed simultaneously, shutting their eyes tight. Finally, all of them were trying to break lose, doing anything to escape the sheer pain. Leonardo felt like the every fiber of his being was being torn apart. He clenched his fists and opened his eyes. Spots sprang up in his vision, a multitude of colors. He could see Karai, very blurry and surrouded in red. There was pain, and nothing but pain. He screamed in agony, knowing he was about to die. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, and it felt like every part of him was on fire from the intense heat below him. It was the most painful experience of his life.

The blue glow was stronger than ever. Leonardo's eyes were white, something that happened whenever he or his brothers became angry, and if he was free, he knew he would be fighting hard. "Karai!" he called. She stared down at him. He clenched his teeth, trying to take his focus from the pain, and yelled once more. "KARAI!" His voice was desperate, his usual confidence completely gone from it.

Karai bit her lip. Her eyes flickered from the monitor, presenting stats and percentages the Kraang had analyzed from the source DNA they were extracting from the turtles. She stared back down at them - at Leonardo - in the most excruciatingly painful situation they'd ever been in. Leonardo, the turtle who'd tried to bring the good inside her to the surface, was about to die. In the least honorable way possible. She tried to smile, tried to hide her worry, but it showed. He was her weakness. If he should die by her fault someday, it would be by her sword, not by a machine. It wasn't the way of the ninja.

It felt like deja vu, as she rushed, pushing Kraang to the ground, and slammed her fist on the button. The machines turned off instantly, and the turtles were left panting and wide-eyed, still kept down by the cuffs. It felt like this had happened to her once before, only a little differently.

"Karai..." Leonardo said quietly, in shock. He couldn't feel anything but confusion and pain, and he certainly didn't feel like he could move. It felt like part of him was gone, but he was all there. It felt like there was a cavity inside himself, where something used to be.

"GO!" Karai yelled to the turtles, Kraang staring at her with confusion. "Before I change my mind!" The cuffs released the turtles, and Raphael stumbled weakly to his feet. He then helped Leonardo up. Karai ran down the steps, chasing the weakened turtles with her sword all the way to the elevator. "GO!"

Leonardo gave her the most hurt, confused expression as he stumbled into the elevator. "Karai, Splinter is -" Leonardo said, before the elevator shut in his face, taking another desperate chance to break the truth to Karai. She kicked the door as it closed, emotion flowing through her. She didn't know if she regretted freeing the turtles or not. She looked up at the Kraang, who were looking down at her. "You did get enough of their source DNA to analyze where Turtle Prime is?" The elevator slid away behind her.

"Affirmative."

Karai looked down at her sword, at her unsure reflection in it. She knew she could kill any dimension of turtles but this one. She was too close to this Leonardo, too attached to let him die. She couldn't kill him when she had to see him suffer. Other turtles were out there, with no connection to her. She could kill them, and this dimension's turtles would die as well. That would be fine with her. She did want the turtles dead, but a small part of her always prevented her from finishing the job. She wouldn't stop herself the next time she had the opportunity to see them fall at her feet. She looked up, brushed her messy hair out of her face, and spoke, authority and confidence replacing the fear in her voice. "Find me Turtle Prime."

Shredder12 wandered into a new tunnel in the sewers. He'd been doing so for so long, he'd began to wonder whether he'd ever find the Lair of this dimension or not. Sunlight from holes in a manhole cover shone down on him, letting him see. Besides the small beams of sunlight, the sewers were dark.

It felt like he'd been walking through the sewers for at least an hour when he finally stumbled into a strange room. It was lighter than the rest of the sewers, oddly, and held a strange homey feeling. It was welcoming. There was a television, looking years outdated, tucked into a corner with a red roughed-up couch facing it. A turtle design rug lay on the floor, and there was a circular door on the right leading into a kitchen and more rooms onward. Shredder had never imagined a group of turtles and a rat making a home so comfy as this in the sewers.

"SPLINTER!" the Shredder called, and the silence snapped. "I know you're here, come out of hiding!" When nothing happened for several seconds, Shredder stomped up the doorway to the kitchen and pulled Splinter out of the corner of the room. The rat had been well-hidden and was shocked to have been found. He thrashed around as Shredder held him up and examined him.

This Splinter was much different than he expected. The rat was short, hunched over, with brown fur, a red robe, and a cane. He had large front teeth and a long tail. This Splinter looked weak and old. "Shredder, let me down. How have you found the Lair?"

"I'm sure your brain is much to small to understand even if I did tell you how I got here," Shredder said, throwing the rat to the ground.

"Where are my sons?" Splinter shouted harshly, his authoritative voice implying that he didn't fear the villain and what Shredder could do to him. He didn't care about anything but his sons and their safety.

Shredder smirked behind his metal mask. "They're dead." He drew his sword, the metal sliding sound the only noise in the Lair as the rat lay in complete shock. Shredder raised it above his head, ready to avenge Tang Shen's death all those years ago. He soaked up the glory, finally achieving his goal of killing Splinter. Sort of.

He brought the sword down in a single swift movement.

"NO!" Splinter yelled. He held up his wooden cane, which stopped the sword for a mere second, slowing it down. As the cane held stiff for that short time, Splinter stood and kicked Shredder in the chest, the cane snapping apart as the villain stumbled back. Splinter landed and looked at the Shredder on the ground and smiled. "I may be aged and weak, but do not doubt my abilities, Shredder. I do not let the murderer of my pupils defeat me so easily."

Shredder arched his eyebrows in shock. "If it's a fight you want, you old rat, it's a fight you'll get." He rose to his feet, towering over Splinter, and was determined to not be caught off guard again.

-1990 universe-

"...So that's our story," Michelangelo87 finished sheepishly. "I know, it must be a lot to take in, compadres."

"That's an understatement," Raphael90 scoffed. He plodded up to the large group of 2007, 2003, and 1987 turtles, scowering suspiciously. "I just got one question." He picked up Raphael87, holding the short turtle up in the air by the back of his shell and ignoring his protests. "You want me to believe this goofball is me?" he asked, pointing to Raphael87's silly belt buckle displaying his initial. Raphael87 could smell the scent of pizza hanging on Raphael90's breath.

"I know, I had a hard time believing it too," Raphael03 said. "I feel ya, bro." Raphael90 smiled and dropped Raphael87 to the ground. He walked forward and stood next to Raphael03.

Raphael87 rubbed his leg, sitting on the groud and staring up the two Raphael's who'd mocked him. He then turned to the wall and said,"Geez, I'm so unique that not even myself is like me!"

Raphael90 raised an eye ridge, looking worried for Raphael87's sanity. "Yo dude, who are you telling the stupid joke to?"

"He does that," Leonardo87 said, shrugging.

"I think we've all taken more than enough time to get to know each other," Donatello07 said. "Must I remind you all that we're on a mission to save the multi-verse from a kill-crazy Shredder?"

"Just how many dimensions of us are in this multi-verse?" Leonardo90 asked, folding his arms. The 2007, 2003, and 1987 turtles merely shrugged.

"A lot. And they're all depending on us. We've got to find Shredder before he gets to Turtle Prime. We have to stop him before he does any permanent damage to any dimension."

Raphael90 leaned back, looking uncomfortable. "Enough time-wastin', then. Let's go find that Shredder and kick his butt."

"So, Big Bad Shredder's not in this dimension, I guess..." Michelangelo87 said, taking out the Trans-Dimensional Portal Stick. "So our next random destination will be..." He flipped it on and a new image shot forcefully from the Portal, knocking Michelangelo87 down. He landed with a thud on the hard floor, shocked by the force.

Donatello03 helped Michelangelo87 up and scowled at the image displayed on the dark sewer wall. "So our next random destination will be...that place."

"It looks...depressing," Leonardo03 said, not able to find a nicer word for it.

The city was all black, with black buildings, black streets, and black sky. Four shady forms were duking it out in the rain with a large number of people, way outnumbered. The shady forms were obviously the turtles of the dimension, but no one could get a good look at them. They moved too fast, performing impressive tricks and shouting repetitive catch-phrases.

Michelangelo90 walked forward, ready to enter the new dimension, before Leonardo87 brought him back. The blue-masked turtle strode to the the front of the group, taking the leader position he was so used to, with Leonardo90 and Leonardo03 off to the side, looking irritated. Leonardo87 gestured behind him at the portal. "Guys, this dimension, and those turtles, looks pretty dangerous. We have no idea if they're good guys like us; we pretty much have no knowledge about any dimension we enter, but it looks dangerous to risk entering this one. And look how awesome they are fighting - they could easily take us out." He flinched as one of the turtles in the image sent a man soaring into a brick building.

"You're right, fearless leader," Raphael03 smirked,"You definitely deserve to go first. All you had to do was ask." He strode forward and pushed Leonardo87 through the portal before leaping in himself. The rest of the turtles sat in stunned silence for a moment.

"Well, that happened," Michelangelo07 said, shrugging. He ran forward through the portal as the others jostled behind him. Michelangelo87 was the last to leave the 1990 dimension, snatching up the Trans-dimensional Portal Stick and running through the vortex just before it sputtered and died with a spark.

Several moments passed by, when suddenly April O'Neil walked down the sewer tunnels, brushing her hair back and walking catiously through the water. "Guys?" she called. "I'm going home and Splinter told me to tell you it's getting late and he wants you back in the Lair!" She looked around the tunnel suspiciously, squinting at the shadows. "I swear I heard them in this tunnel seconds ago...Maybe I'm just crazy." She walked down the tunnel, not noticing the four abandoned skateboards in the dark. She decided not to go on looking for the turtles. After all, she had Casey to go home to and there was no way the turtles could get into too much trouble just skateboarding around the sewers.

She was wrong.

-Out of the Shadows universe- (This is a video game the turtles got in 2013)
(The OOTS turtles will be referred to with 13 at the end of their name, becuase something about "LeonardoOOTS" just doesn't sound right)

Leonardo13 retreated from the rushing onslaught of Purple Dragons, his green three-toed feet fighting for a grip on the rainslick cement. Barely ten feet away, his brother Michelangelo was hit over the head hard with a wrench by a huge burly gang member, and the orange-masked turtle fell to the ground, unmoving and still, knocked-out completely.

"Mikey's down!" Leonardo13 shouted to his brothers. He hunched back against a building, cornered by five Dragons. Leonardo finally unleashed the anger that had been building up inside him - No one messes with my brothers - and rushed straight into the very center of the crowd, swinging his swords. He rushed up the biggest and burliest Dragon of the group, the one he presumed leader. Before the man had time to react, Leonardo went straight up into him, jumping into the air and kicking the man in the chest with both feet. The world seemed to freeze for just a second, the pain of the impact visible on the Dragon's face, when suddenly the world sped up again and the man crashed onto the sidewalk. Leonardo ran away and began to attack another man, his swords so swift and fast they left a blur of blue behind them, before Raphael ran in to fend the man off with five bone-crushing fast jabs to the stomach.

Leonardo heard Donatello run up to Mikey, trying to shake him awake. The blue-masked turtle then turned his attention towards the throng of Purple Dragons, most of them running away, seemingly terrified of the two of their own laying on the ground with bloody injuries. Leonardo smiled as Raphael said,"I love it when they run," in his gruff voice. They gave chase, Raphael slowing to run just behind Leonardo. "Yo, secret weapon, Leo."

The blue-masked turtle smiled, knowing just what to do. They were gaining on the Dragons, and once they were only feet away, Leonardo nodded at Raphael, giving the signal. He knelt down on his knees, and Raphael launched off the palm of his hands, soaring into the sky, sai held out. Leonardo dashed forward, punching and kicking every Purple Dragon he came close to, not staying with any too long as progressed forward. Raphael finally landed, coming down hard on a desperate Purple Dragon beginning to climb down the safe side of a mesh wire fence. He knocked the man off the fence, and the landing shook the ground. Raphael quickly leapt up, pulling the limp Dragon to his feet and knocking him out with a jab from the butt of his sai, a blur of red following the weapon's movement. "Down for the count!" the turtle yelled as he let the unconscious man fall from his hands, forming a heap on the wet ground. He turned and looked through the wire fence, smirking as he saw all the other Purple Dragons down, laying still around Leonardo's feet.

"You only got one?" Leonardo teased, stashing his swords back in their holders as he and his brother began to walk back to the street they'd left Donatello and Michelangelo alone on.

They were shocked to see a whole new set of Purple Dragons crowding onto the street, looking energetic and ready to fight. Donatello and Michelangelo - who seemed awfully peppy for a turtle who'd gotten knocked-out only minutes ago - were hunched against the wall of a graffitied car garage, setting out a quick plan of attack. Raphael, who hated planning when he could be hitting instead, cracked his knuckles and leapt straight into the new batch of gang members.

Before Leonardo had time to yell at Raphael for his brashness, or the Dragons had time to throw a punch, and even before Donatello could let loose a snappy insult to his red-masked brother, the wind kicked up all of the sudden. It screamed as it tumbled along, slamming against the Purple Dragons and the four turtles. Michelangelo shouted out as the wind caught him and sent him skittering across the street on his shell, only to slam into an abandoned brick building. As for the Purple Dragons, a good part of them retreated, stumbling as far away as they could, but some chose to stay, clutching onto buildings or other things, staking it out until the wind died.

A purple vortex had appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the street, the middle of it darker than a black hole and the many shades of violet on the outside swirling like paint being mixed. Donatello began to stutter, blasting technological babble about how none of this could be possible, but no one listened. The vortex closed, the wind dying instantly, as a huge crowd stepped out, looking around at their surroundings.

"Turtles? They're turtles?" Donatello13 said, wide-eyed, still pressed against a building like he'd been when the wind had been threatening to blow him away.

One of the new forms, tall and lean, with his hands resting on his belt, looked over Donatello13 and half smiled, his eyes under the thick red mask narrowing slightly in a condescending manner. "Yeah, we're turtles. Nice deduction, Holmes." He had a thick New Yorker accent.

By now, the remainder of the Purple Dragons, the ones who hadn't run away screaming either from the wind or the crowd of new turtles, began to advance. The rain poured hard, drenching everything, echoing the mood everyone was in. A bulky Purple Dragon, beating a heavy metal baseball bat against his opposite hand as he approached, glared at the turtles. He didn't know where the new ones had come from, and he didn't care. His gang's goal was to take out the 2013 turtles, with no mercy.

With a deep-throated battle cry, the man hefted up the bat and ran forward. His eyes were focused on his target: Leonardo13's head. Squinting against the pouring ran, his hair in his face, anger clouding his vision, he didn't realize until it was too late that Leonardo13 had ducked away from the bat. The second he realized that was the second he felt the heavy kick to the stomache. His eyes flitted down to Leonardo13, smiling and white eyes shimmering as he prepared another kick, when the man suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back.

Leonardo13's eyes widened, mouth forming a threatening frown, as he saw the man fall face-down on the cement in front of him, knocked-out. Just behind where the Purple Dragon had been standing, one of the new turtles was there, Raphael03, his fists clenched. He nodded to Leonardo13, as the throng of Purple Dragons parted around him, rushing towards the group of turtles with their various odd weapons.

"I had him!" Leonardo13 growled. He didn't trust these new unexplained turtles and he only let his brothers fight alongside him. "You didn't need to come in and take him down!" Leonardo13 slid his katana out in a flash, leaping towards Raphael03 over the unconscious body. Raphael03 slid back in surprise, swiping out his sai to stop the weapon only inches from his face; the metal blades clanged as they made forceful contact. Leonardo13 yelled, inches from Raphael03's face, as the sounds of grunts and shouts sounded behind him from the fight. "I don't know what you are and where you came from, but you're not Raph! Don't expect me to trust you until I know what you are!" He thrust his katana forward, sending Raphael03's sai flinging away. Leonardo13 gave the shocked turtle a deathly glare before sprinting off into the bigger fight.

"Maybe little Leo Classic was right..." Raphael03 mumbled to himself as he retrieved his sai, staring down the street at Leonardo13. "Maybe this dimension is too dangerous."

"Don't give up on this place yet, bro!" Michelangelo87 shouted to Raphael03, having overheard him. The orange-masked turtle held up his nunchucks to deflect a Purple Dragon's swinging wrench weapon, gritting his teeth as his body absorbed the impact, and the tool caught in the nunchuck's chains long enough for Michelangelo87 to kick the gang member back. He turned back to Raphael03. "Do you see how awesome these new turtles are at fighting? We need them if we're going to face down old bucket-breath Shredder!"

Raphael03 nodded. As Michelangelo87 ran off, Raphael03 stood up and looked into the huge, chaotic mess of a fight ensuing around him. They had to hurry and defeat the Purple Dragons if they were going to explain everything to the 2013 turtles and get them on their side.

"Time for a staff meeting!" Donatello13 yelled exuberantly, as he swung his bo staff, following but a bright blur of purple light, around to knock a Purple Dragon down.

"Time for a staff meeting?" Michelangelo03 said, raising his eye ridges. He looked over and stared at Donatello13 before resuming his fight with a Purple Dragon. "Worst. Catchphrase. Ever!" Michelangelo03 gave one last punch and the Dragon soared away.

"You'd hate it even more if you knew how often he says it!" Raphael13 growled, hooking his sai around a Dragon's wrench and then bringing the man down with a shocking kick that sent him skittering down the empty cement road for nearly ten feet. Leonardo13 ran up to Raphael13, in an attempt to escape a determined Purple Dragon, and the turtle leapt over his red-masked brother's shell. Raphael13 then stood straight and kicked the attacking Purple Dragon away. The move the two brothers had just done seemed so routine and easy to them, like they'd done it hundreds of times before.

"Dudes, we've got to convince these new turtles to come fight Shredder with us. We don't have to time to knock down all these wimpy criminals!" Michelangelo87 yelled to the others as he ducked a wrench flung towards his face by one of the gang members.

Got an idea for a TMNT iteration that should be in this story? Let me know and I could put them in!

I know, you're probably wondering why the heck I put the Out of the Shadows turtles into this story. The game wasn't well received but I thought they'd be a nice addition. I freaking LOVE Out of the Shadows (even though I've only gotten to chapter 2 in three months-it's hard for me). I love the moves they use and everything about the game, so I thought it'd be a nice challenge to try to put the essence of the game into writing. The only thing I don't like about the game is how much Donatello yells "Time for a staff meeting!" when he takes down a villain. It's a cool catchphrase at first, but after five-hundred times...

I also put the 1990 turtles into this chapter, as well. I love the original movie and Secrets of the Ooze. I have fond memories of both of them. I remember the first time I showed the 1990 movie to my brother, he didn't like the Shredder in the movie because he didn't have a scar across his eye like in the 2012 show he was used to. My brother was practically jumping up and down in happiness when the 1990 Shredder got a scar by his eye in the Secrets of the Ooze! There are just so many memories I have from watching those movies; they are some of my favorite films. Can't say the same about Turtles in Time, though.

And I can never get "Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go!" out of my head. Just the chorus, too. It's torture! :P

Reviews are very much appreciated!