Chapter Five: Where are we?
When the light had died down, the Foot had gone. "Alright, what happened?" exclaimed Leo. A rustling came from behind them. Leo turned around. "Foot Clan."
A mechanical voice came from the shadows. "We are not Foot Clan. We are prawns."
"What?"
A strange man came out. He was rather short, about four feet tall with a hood up and stiff muscles. More of them exactly the same came out.
"What are they?" Donnie screeched.
"Prawns." answered Maggie.
"I wouldn't want to eat them!" Mikey responded.
"Not the kind you ear, idiot." A new, gruff voice came out. A middle aged turtle with a red bandana threw a sai at the nearest man. Electricity came out of him and he collapsed. He was a robot.
James' face broke into a huge smile. "Dad!"
"That's your dad?" exclaimed Leo.
"That's me?" Raph also exclaimed.
"Retreat!" the first robot said. They all pressed a button on their arms and disappeared.
"That's new." Another voice appeared. This time a purple banded turtle appeared.
"What do you expect?" A blue banded turtle appeared.
"Wait, are you...?" Donnie began.
"You lot,yeah." A seemingly future Mikey came into view, but he looked different somehow.
"Cool, you're me!" Mikey jumped up.
"Yay, another Mikey!" Raph groaned.
"Michael." Future Mikey said. "Haven't been called 'Mikey' in a long time and don't call me 'Michelangelo'."
Future Donnie stared. "Wow, that's the most he's ever said in a single sentence."
Young Leo said. "Alright, Donnie what happened."
"Wait, do you mean me or him?" Young Donnie asked, pointing at his future self.
Future Donnie sighed. "Alright to avoid confusion here's what we do. I'm Donatello, he's Donnie."
Future Raph agreed. "I'm Raphael and he's Raph."
"I'm Leonardo and he's Leo." Future Leo smiled.
Everyone looked at Future Mikey. He's eyes were closed. He pointed to himself. "Michael." Still not opening his eyes he pointed at young Mikey and said, "Mikey."
"Alright, now that that's sorted. Donatello and Donnie what happened?" Leo asked. Donnie shrugged.
Donatello sighed. "It appears that the Time Machine that transported the kids originally has now transported you all twenty years into the future."
"Wait so this is the future."
"Yep."
"Cool. But what was that robot, prawn was it?"
Leonardo stepped in front of Donatello. "First, let's get to Michael's house, Rachel can help us understand this. She and Michael have known about this a lot longer than we have."
They arrived in front of a large red bricked house in the countryside. Michael opened the door. "Rae, help."
A young woman was sitting on the couch, with a blanket over her stomach wearing a hoodie with the hood over her face. "Yes, Mike?" She looked at the visitors. "Let me guess, the reason our children and their cousins had disappeared was because Donnie here made a Time Machine and transported them, and now they're all trapped here because of Jackson and to escape any confusion you and your brother are going by your full names while your past selves are going by your nicknames. Am I right?"
The past turtles and April stared at her. "How did you..."
"Please, I know my Michael." She pulled down her hood to reveal a mop of blonde hair with black ends and chocolate coloured eyes.
"Alright, I'm here to help." She tried to get up.
"No, no. Not in your condition." Donatello pushed her down again.
Rachel frowned. "I am perfectly capable of resolving this pitiful mess that your past selves got themselves into."
Donatello sighed. "Michael."
Michael raised his non-existent eyebrow at Rachel and folded his arms.
Rachel sighed. "Alright. But I make no promises."
She pulled back her blanket revelling that she wore shorts and was very pregnant. The young turtles and April's eyes virtually popped out their sockets. Leo regained his voice first. "Well I can see why we're all so worried about you."
Rachel glared. "Please. For generations, women have carried jars of water on their head and farmed while being pregnant, I can certain I can at least help."
Leonardo sighed. "No point trying to argue, no one can win an argument against her."
Rachel smiled; satisfied that she had won the argument. "Good, now can someone help me up? At eight and a half months pregnant this can be rather difficult." Michael gently took hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Good, thank you Michael. Now as I can see that you all need accommodations amd am explanation, there are some rooms down the hall that can serve as your bedrooms for the time being. And if any of you have any questions, just ask your future selves."
She fainted.
Raph stared. "Where are we?"