A/N: TWO in one day? Ooooh, either I'm spoiling you, or I'm just really bored XD

This one was requested by an anon on Tumblr, and I enjoyed writing it!

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Freedom

Using what remained of her eyebrow pencil – one of the only things she'd managed to carry along with her in the pocket of her skirt – she made another black line on the wall of her cell, tinted purple by the lights hanging above her head and in the hallways outside, where her robotic captors marched on, completely unaware of what their prisoner was doing…

'Not that it's all that important', Irma humorlessly mused inwardly as she took a step back and sighed, gazing upon the many markings she'd made up and down the length and width of the wall.

If she'd calculated it correctly, she'd been trapped in here for three months straight. Three months of sitting in this prison, wishing, praying, and continuously hoping that someone would come and rescue her from these Kraang creatures. Three months of figuring out a way to escape by herself should no help come her way. Three months of wondering…what did these creatures even want with her in the first place? The only 'experiment' they'd performed on her was when they secured her inside that strange, glowing machine that scanned her body, before taking her out again and throwing her in this place, never to be touched again.

What was it that they wanted from her? And better yet, was going on out there right now, back in the city? Did her parents miss her? Were they looking for her? What about April? Or, god forbid, Casey? Did they miss her as well?

Perhaps it didn't matter. Perhaps she was condemned to stay locked away in this place for the rest of her miserable days. With no one who cared, or even noticed, that she was gone in the first place.

The thought made her want to cry. It made her want to throw herself to the ground and sob her heart out, to smash her fists against the metal walls, to scream until her voice gave out. But she'd done all that already. Three months ago, to be exact. Her energy and her will to care anymore was already spent.

Just comes to show how rotten her luck was.

With another heaving sigh, Irma trudged over to the far corner of her cell and sat down, drawing her knees close to her chest as she pillowed her head on her crossed arms. That was enough thinking for today. Some more sleep would do her some good, since that's pretty much all she'd been doing in here for the past three months, besides eating whatever the Kraang considered as food.

Slowly, her eyes drifted closed as sleep began to reclaim her once more. Yeah. Sleep was good. That way, she could dream. Dream of freedom. Dream of her friends. Dream of –

"BREAD!"

Her head snapping up and her eyes flying wide open, Irma shot up from the floor with a gasp as the sound of laser fire, crunching metal - and the occasional squawk from a bird? - raged from outside her cell. Darting over to the small window, she tried to look through to see just what was happening out there, but she was quite small for her age, and going on her toes did no good at all. Curse her shortness…

Suddenly, a large, and rather ugly pigeon face filled her vision through what she could see through the window, and she let out a startled cry as she stumbled backwards. Of course, she wasn't exactly afraid of a…mutant pigeon, since she'd seen far worse things before – the worst being the Kraang aliens themselves – but even so…a pigeon?

"Hey there little girl!" the pigeon waved with a smile, and Irma was further surprised that she wasn't surprised that it could talk. "The name's Pigeon Pete! We're here to get you out!"

Blinking out of her shock, Irma stared at Pete, her green eyes going wide. Did he say he was going to get her out? Really?! He wasn't kidding? At long last, she was finally going to be –?

"Wait, did you say 'we'?" she repeated, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she raised a brow. Who was this 'we' he spoke of? Did he have others with him, or was he mistaken? It was clear that he was a few peas short of a pie, to be honest.

But despite her inner doubts, Pete nodded down to her once, still wearing that smile on his feathery features. "Yep!" he chirped, before turning away from the window. "Hey, fellas! We've got another one in here!" he called, waving over whoever he was talking to…and, was he wearing a sundial watch?

Irma watched, confused, excited and terrified all at once, as Pigeon Pete vanished from the window, flapping his wings – or whatever she could even begin to describe for wings that thin – as he flew out of the way. Moments later, as Irma began to fear that he wasn't coming back, the door was viciously torn open by a pair of large, clawed, webbed hands, and then thrown out of the way with a clatter of metal to reveal a colossal mutant alligator, covered in scars, standing in the doorway. Peeking from behind him, Pigeon Pete waved at her again, but she wasn't paying attention to him.

She blinked once, scarcely able to believe what she was seeing as her mouth dropped open.

He blinked as well. And then he smiled kindly at her, revealing rows upon rows of razor edged teeth within jaws that could easily tear her to pieces. "Hello, little one," he said, his voice low and rumbling from his scarred chest, and yet oddly warm and inviting. "Are you alright?"

It took a minute for her to find her voice again, but soon enough, Irma finally nodded with a shaky "Yeah, I'm good," before the gator nodded back, moving out of the way to let her through first. Swallowing nervously, Irma finally stepped out the gloom of her cell and into the blinding light of the hallway. She was forced to shield her eyes from the gleam at first, being the first time out of the dark purple walls of her prison in three whole months.

Once her eyes had finally adjusted, she was met with two more mutants standing side by side as they waited for Pigeon Pete and the gator mutant to guide her towards them. Her eyes first locked onto a large monkey, too large to be a regular monkey, with Kraang parts attached to his head and wrists. They made eye contact, and he smiled at her reassuringly with a friendly tip of his head, which she returned. He wasn't exactly human, but he was the closest thing to one compared to the robot bodies of the Kraang. It was good to see something even remotely normal after all these months.

However, normality was thrown out the window again when she saw what stood next to him, and her eyes went wide again when she caught sight of the mutant standing next to him. A big, hulking turtle, with a spiked weapon held in the grip of a hand twice the size of her head, and a black mask tied over his gleaming emerald eyes.

His jagged mouth quirked up in a smirk at her reaction as he regarded her, and then he took a step towards her. "Greetings, Miss," he said, holding out his enormous three fingered hand out for her to take. "The name's Slash. You don't have to be afraid anymore. The Mighty Mutanimals are at your service."

Speechless, Irma stared down at his hand for a moment, and then turned to look at each of them gathered around her, her own eyes widening further. She was not afraid, oh no; merely astounded. These four mutants had managed to take down over a dozen Kraang droids, with little effort it seemed, due to the amount of Kraang bodies littered across the floor. They could all easily kill her, devour her, do whatever they wanted with her…and yet, they were saving her.

For the first time in three, long months, Irma found that her luck wasn't so rotten after all.

A breathless laugh escaped her. "Well then…" she said with a smile that practically stretched across her face as she took Slash's hand. "My name's Irma. It's a pleasure to meet you all. Now, let's get the heck outta here already, shall we?"

As his thick fingers curled around her tiny, fragile hand, Slash chuckled with a smile growing across his snout. "I second that," he said, before lifting his head and turning back to his comrades. "Mutanimals, we're outta here!"

And as Slash hoisted her securely onto his shoulder, the four mutants tearing through the hallways filled with helpless Kraang droids, Irma couldn't restrain her laughter, laughter that bounced off the walls of the hallways of the Kraang lair.

Freedom, here we come.

A/N: If only we could get this in the actual show D'X

I hope you liked that, and more are on the way!