How could it all always happen to him? He was a good ninja, an amazing cook and a great brother, so why did karma always seem to enjoy picking on him?
Michelangelo let out yet another heartbroken sigh, now resigned to the idea of being doomed. He had been blindfolded with something soft but cold to the touch, in stark contrast to whatever it was that rough and warm membrane that completely enveloped his body, preventing any movement whatsoever. The creature that had captured him must still be around, because he could hear its hissing and its crawling all around him, intent on doing who knows what.
Suddenly something else struck his senses, heightened due to the momentary blindness: an enticing scent made its way into his nostrils, bewitching him and reminding his stomach that, despite the situation he was in, he had not managed to have lunch before their mission. Had his brothers been there they would surely have made some negative comment about thinking about food in a moment of danger.
Meanwhile that sweet smell was gradually intensifying and Michelangelo did not take long to recognize the familiar aroma of ramen. His stomach rumbled again as his mouth filled with saliva; he instinctively licked his lips, trying to imagine the delicious taste of that dish, when a louder and closer hiss than the others brought him back to sad reality, snatching a frightened moan from his throat while his little body began to tremble again.
"I sssuppose my little prey is hungry. Isssn't that ssso?" An adult female voice came from the right, making him jump in surprise.
"W-Who are you? What w-what do you want from me? LetmegopleaseI'mnotgoodtoeatIswe-!", Micky didn't have time to complete his frantic attempt to speak that a hand as cold as the water of a stream in winter landed on him quickly but gently on the mouth, silencing him.
"Calm down sssweet little turtle, I have no intention of eating you", the voice reassured him, the s replaced in her speech by small hisses, while another hand went to give him a light caress on the head, and then descended again along his cheek left. "You were roaming my territory looking lossst, ssso I've decided to take you sssafely to my lair." She took her hands away from his face, so that the turtle could answer her.
"But who are you ? Where are we ? Whydidyoutiemeuplikeasalameifyoudon'- ?", and once again he was silenced in the same way.
"Calm down, calm down little tortoissse, there'sss no need to fidget like that", she waited for him to stop wriggling in her hands, before making him a proposal: "Now I'll take your hand away from your mouth and to calm you down I'll free you from my tail".
Tail?
It was at that moment that the ninja in orange felt that the warm and voluminous membrane that up to that moment was enveloping him slowly slipped away from his body, including the cold one that covered his eyes; he couldn't suppress a shudder as he realized that up until now he had therefore been held in place by a long, scaly reptilian tail.
What kind of trouble was he in?
Small update because I have some writer's block, but I don't want to leave you anxious that Micky is in trouble. For now, the situation seems calm, but we still don't know who or what captured him. Stay tuned for the next chapter!