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“Hello, Masaccio? Some people back there said you are unwell and need some food? We have many berries and deers from the last round hunting. Do you want some?”

Saki approach you with a little hesitation. He has bowl of berries in one hand and a deer leg in the other hand.

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Massy turned away, looking down at his skin. It was flowing right out of him. His head fell into his hands. He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want anyone to know. He didn’t need anyone asking about her. He didn’t even get to know her, how dare anyone else? The tears came second, and in a moment, the small turtle curled in on himself. A sob racked through his body, and slowly the blobs settled as he cried. He wanted to be left alone, why can’t these problems just disappear? Why do they keep following him? A͍̯̥̥͕̯͔̜͔̜̺̖̠͙̤̟͖͖͓̯͇̱̲͚͚̣̼͖̥̥̫̥̲̣̬̘͉̩͈̭͙͉̝͚͔̟̯̻͈͚̤̗̟͇͎̝͎͚̹̖͚̰͚̳̤̝̫̬͖͙͎̝̩͈͓̰͖͖̺͇͙̹̗̜̲̻͎̹ͅͅr͍̭͇̩͎̱̼̙̳̠̱͇̥͖̝̫̭̩͖̖̞͚̺̰͍̹̰̹̲̘͍̯̗͚̳̺͓͖͎͖͉̥̹̫̗͈̙̩̺̺͓͇͎̪̞͎̰̣̫͍̖͚̘̬̙̺̳͓̹̭̟̘̝̥̱̝̖̞̙̩̺̱̦͔͎͙̖̩̟͎̦̗͙͖͇̣̝͕͚̝̜̤̻̹̪̫͍̗̪̭͍̥̝͍͙̜͚̟͚͇͓̟̝͙̥̤̳̹̺̥̦̬ͅͅͅͅͅͅe͚̪̰̳̖͈̯̭̳̺͓͔͓̬̥̩͇̞͇͇̫̪̹̞̭̬͎̠͉͉̙̣̝̟̭̣͈̭̱̼̫̫̼̗̟̼͍̞͈̘̤̦͖̣̥͔̩̯̯̻̬͚͇̥̹̤̳̯̭̺̰̹̲̠̳̦͚̜̙̰͇̭̼̝̻̫̫͉̪̞̣̯̯̫̺͎̼̹͉̣̪̥̩̱̬͍̯̤̗̘̬͉̻̖̹̞͈̫̥̩̮̲̝̺̭͉ͅͅͅ ̮͍̱̝̱̘̤̼̹̥̱͍̝͍̦͓̩̲̜̖͎̩͔̥̠̤̲̰̻̪̞̠̭̮̬̭̣͈̟ͅͅy̘̮̠̩͓̯̝̦̘̣͖̱͔̣͍͙̼̣̫̱̬͚͔͙̦̙o̝̺̳̦͇̰̱͚̭̪̝͇̝̙̲̜͎̰̲̬͇ͅu̠̩͉͈̭̺̙̘͓̖̠͍̣̖̮͚̼͕̭͕̲̜̥̺̣͙͔̙̻͉͎̦͎̙̹͙̬͎͔͍͖͕̞͉̠̠̘̭̪̯̺̳̰͍̠͓̯̤͎̰̻̳̗͙̘̦̟̞̺̹̖̮̫̣̱̜̖̘̩͙̞̝͓̟̭̠̼̦̤̬̖̫̬̫̮̞͈̩̥̱̟̞͕̬͔̮͖͔̱̰̯͍̖̬͙̺̗̯̳͙̮͙̙̰͓̞̠̰ͅͅ ͓͔̰͖̘̖͚͎̬̦̞̱͕̺̞̥̱̭͚͓̻̼̩̗̩̮̫͙͇̞̼̼̬͚͉̠͓͖̗̮̫̬̹̬̮̝͓̰̞̭̭͉͙̩̼̟̙̟̘͚̹͎̻̙̟̖̬͍̦͉̼͈̦̜̹̭͔͇̝̼̤̗̦̠̦̲̭͙̱̪̭̩̝̣̭̮̼̣͓̤̣̞̩̥̮̰͇̻͇̗̞̲͉̯͎̹̹̟̮̭͖͍̖͍̮̣̺͔̝̤̱̪̟̳͇̩̳̣͉̙ͅͅͅh̺͈͈̦̲̯͕̟͎͚̟̫̣̭̫̟̱̬̭̪̣̞̫̟̪͕̝̭̙̟̙̱̻̹̣̘̙̗̲̗͙̫̩̩̪̱̺͎̜̥̺͍̝̹͍̱̬̘̞̺̟͔͎̝̰̮̗͚̟̤̮͔͓͇̱̘̤̳̯̫̭̺̮̥̣̦̮̮̼̱̮̩̼͕̦̞̼̯͍̣̰̮̠̤͎̼̜͚̫̘̜̠̲̱̜̤̟̳͇̮̖̗͕͈̪͚͙̝̙͕̠͎̣̳̞̼̲̠̭͈̜̬̻ͅͅͅa͔͓̟̼̰̼̞̠̳̰̬̗̦̠̩̭͓̬̼̪̻̲͇̫͕̲̳̠̥̯͈͙̲̻̳̱̫̜̝̣͕̫̠̜̝̜̬̻͈͙̞̠̙̱̲͔̦̤̞͈̱͚͓̣̬̩̭̼͕͉ͅͅͅp̱̼͇̳̦͕̙̫̲͓̲̭̱͎̦̖̺̥͇͓̠̠̠̹̳̜̯̞͎̙̖̗̳̣̘̜͉͙̲̱̬̼̗͎̗͎̮͇͙̲̳̝͙ͅp̘̣̟̘̠͚̱͚͓̳͉͍͍̳͚̣̼̫ͅy̹͔͔̬̺͇̘̖̞̠̖̱̮̠̹̩̺͇͕͙͙̼͍̝͖͙̗̩͙͎̞̤̻͇̲̫̖͈̼ͅ ̼̟͕̘̗̳̣͉̗̮̣̖̭͍̟̘͓̘͖͓͚͈͙̦̤̤͍̹͕̼̦̬̜̯̩̰̬̬̺͚̥̫͈̪̗̻͉͖͈͉͔̗͚̼͈̠͚͙̖̤̰̟̰̯̖̤̫̱̙̟̩̲̱̮̲̥̫̫̹̘̙̣̙̹̖̘̟̻̻̰̭̤̝̗̱͚̼̪̬͖̯̣̳ͅͅn̜̻̳̥͍̗̤͇͔͙͍̙̫̺̰͇̝͈̪̻̲̫͚̥͉̹̱̘͔̮̪̺̳͓̪͓̯͙͎̹̮̞̠͙̗͓̫͚̼̻͓̹̳̞͖̰̱͖̖͔̱̯̖̗͍̳̲̱̫͚̫̝̪̯͕̣͇̦͔͙̮̱̭͖̮̭̙̯̝̣̺̩̦̰̝̟͉̯̳̩̩̬͖̼͔͖͙̲̳ͅo͈͍̮̱͕̗̙̹̫̣̫̙̩̪̠͎̤͚̮̪̮̬͎̟͍̤̠͇̩͎̟̬͚͖̘͔͍̪̘̗͎̺̼͔̝͍͈̤̼̟̜ͅw̹͍͇̺͓̞͔̣̺̪̖̺̭̞̲̲̝̖͓̣͎̖̻̞͙̟̫̘̗̘̣͕͈̬͓̦̠͇̫̰̪̪̦̜͈̳̥͉̖̫̲̠̺̼͎͎̳̼̜̦̦̖̼̟͈̥̼̮͙̭̝͍͓̞̟̝̗͔̖͙̜͍̤̻͔̝̤̱̻̮̮̦̱̯̤̝̬̫̲͖̲̮̭̲̭̺̦̫͉͕̳͉̘̞̙̥͙̠̙̗͇̪̟̣̺̳̖̯͓͚̥̰ͅ?̺͎͚̪̰͓̩̗̼͔̻͍̩͉̟͚̬̗͎̣̝̳̺̦̫̬̞̟̫̩͇͎̜̲̩̞̻̙͎̝͍̫̜̠̬͎̠̭̳̟̝̣̠̮̪̻̬̖̯̤͇̱̙̲ͅͅͅ

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"Hey!"

The distant figure grew larger (although still small) as they closed the final gap in the rooftops.

"Massy, right? I'm Mikey!" He stuck out a hand covered in small, cracked lines.

After a moment, Masaccio shook the box turtle's hand.

Mikey smiled, before his expression fell and he continued in a more serious tone. "You seem to be... using a lot of mystic stuff? And I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Cuz I know from experience that using mystic mojo too often doesn't end well."

Massy looked up at the other turtle as they came closer, grabbed his hand and shook it before he even had a moment to respond.

Massy couldn't help but stare at the lines that ran along the turtle's hands. He remembers tracing them when he was younger, watching old cartoons and staring at-

"I'm fine." He spit out, tearing his hand away and taking a large step back. "I know what I'm doing. You don't have to treat me like a child. I am not a child!"

His hand twitched, a wave of guilt washing over him. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair to this Mikey. And yet he felt the inky blobs start to rise from his skin. "Just.. Leave me alone."

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Don helping Raph fix Mrs. Morrison’s gas heater and the plot twist is that i don’t know how to draw a gas heater… or a body in a crouching position

based on this short fic i read a few days ago: Sanctuary by RealityBreakGirl ( @aquietwritingcorner )

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Round Three!

Catch You AU by @mudlarkspur Saviors of the Yokai by @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles

Captainx2 by @veearrifarrariboom

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Saki approached you with gigantic wolf(who look a LOT like Rahzar), from afar he look malicious but when got close he rather calm. He offer you for a scouting and hunting together. What would you do?

Donatello tilts his head in consideration. Once, he hated the outdoors. He knew his younger self still hated them. Twenty years of time and desperation changed his perspective. Especially when it came to hunting.

Though, he preferred pink alien targets to that of animals, he wasn't opposed to hunting more food oriented targets. Not opposed didn't mean interested though. Without a rudimentary army and unfortunate children who needed sustenance, he's not sure how to feel about hunting now.

Well, it would help him get to know more about these alternate worlds, at least. "As long as nothing goes to waste, I don't see why not."

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Round Three!

Empathy is Learned by @alicat54c

Teenage Turtle Ninja Mutants (ttnm) by @idiot-mushroom

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Your family misses you Massy

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Your family misses you Massy

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taking to the rooftops in the story comp! Vote for twin-sync!!

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Round Three!

Sanctuary by @aquietwritingcorner

It's a Complicated Equation by @leilanising-vault-of-knowledge

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Round 3: From the Treetops to the Rooftops

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“—and he seemed like a very polite and nice boy, if a bit lost,” Ms. Morrison said, her hands running over Lucy, scratching behind her cat’s ears. “Lucy warmed up to him after a bit. I get the feeling he’s going through a hard time right now.”

Raph nodded as he listened to Ms. Morrison, giving her verbal cues every so often so that she’d know he was listening to her. When he’d returned from a very interesting hunting trip with that rat guy who wasn’t Splinter, he’d found Donnie collecting various samples of things, and putting them in varied baggies and test tube—and seen no sign of Ms. Morrison. When she wasn’t where Don had left her, the two had begun a frantic search for her.

…which had been aided by talking animals and trees, of all things.

They’d found her sitting in a lawn chair, apparently having just finished sharing a small snack time with the young turtle in charge of this place. Apparently, his name was Masaccio and he was, in her words, “a very polite boy.”

Raph and Don had just been relieved that she was alright. She had been amused by them and asked them how they thought she made her way through day to day life. She could handle a small walk in the woods.

“Fascinating,” Don said, from where he was using a small microscope that he apparently had in his bag—Raph had learned long ago not to ask too many questions—to look at the samples he had taken.

“What’s fascinatin’ genius?” Raph asked.

“These things have no cell structure!” Don said, making notes in that book he had stolen and stashed in his bag.

“…meanin’?” Raph prompted him.

Don looked up. “Meaning that they aren’t really alive,” he said. “Not in the same way that you and I are, at least. They’re more like… like constructs. But there is something there. Its almost like a type of energy.”

“Your microscope can look at energy?” Ms. Morrison asked.

Don shook his head. “No, it can’t. But the way that the samples are behaving under the microscope shows me that there’s an energy to it. And if I concentrate, I can feel it, too. Raphie—can you?”

Raph frowned and reached out towards the samples Don had. Closing his eyes and remembering Master Splinter’s lessons, he concentrated. He wasn’t as good at this as the rest of his family, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t do it. To his surprise, he did feel something.

“Huh. Yeah, there is somethin’ about them,” he said, opening his eyes in surprise.

Don nodded. “I bet it has to do with the way that Masaccio creates these environments. What I wouldn’t give for a closer look at that pen—”

Suddenly, the world around them began to shake again. Guessing what was coming. Don swept all of his samples into his bag, closing it tightly, even as Raph moved close to Ms. Morrison and the older woman grasped her cat to her.

“It’s happenin’ again!” Raph called out.

All around them the trees, grass, all the flora and fauna seemed to sink into the ground and disappear. The mossy ground under their feet turned hard and unyielding as it became asphalt and concrete. Rumbling started, and the edge of buildings started to form, before thrusting them up high, as if the buildings were rising from the ground. They all held on, trying to stay stable as they rose higher and higher. Windows, fire escapes, and then, finally, sounds formed, too, transforming the whole area into what looked to be the rooftops of New York City.

“…are we home?” Ms. Morrison asked, still, surprisingly, seated, as her chair didn’t disappear this time.

Letting go of her, Don padded over to the edge of a rooftop and peered down. He could see the ground below them, but even though it seemed to be in reach, it also seemed to be impossibly far away. And it was too clean, too uniform.

“…I don’t think so,” Don said. “I think it’s another recreation.”

Ms. Morrison tilted her head. “I think you’re right, Donatello,” she said. “The sounds and smells aren’t quite right.”

Raph was frowning. “So, he took us right back to the city? Why?”

“Perhaps it’s familiar to him,” Ms. Morrison suggested. “Perhaps he craves that familiarity.”

“Regardless of why,” Don said. “The fact is, we’re here, now. And with all these rooftops around, we’re going to need to do some exploring.”

“At least we can get rid of these,” Raph said, already stripping out of the forest clothes. “But how are we gonna get around? Ms. M can’t exactly rooftop hop.”

“Oh my, I don’t think I could have ever done that,” she said, blinking in surprise.

Don frowned. “That does present a problem.”

“You boys go,” Ms. Morrison said firmly. “I’ll stay here. So far nothing has been dangerous in any of these places. I’ll be your home base, so to speak, and you two can try to figure out what’s going on. Who knows. Perhaps I’ll run into others who come here, for even Maasaccio again.”

The two boys exchanged a look. They didn’t like the idea, but she had a point.

“Alright,” Raph finally said, “but you’ve still got the shell cell. Call us if anything happens, alright? We ain’t just gonna abandon you.”

“I will,” Ms. Morrison said, getting herself comfortable in the chair. She really wished she had a radio for some music, but oh well. “Now get going. I’ll be fine.”

With one more exchanged look, the brothers did just that, and took off across the rooftops, silently taking stock of the area around them.

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Hop approaches Massy with a grin, "Hey Massy, I need to test something out. It is really important... is there any chance we can have a refrigerator?"

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The Rooftops

Massy leapt up to the top of a tree, leaning up against the top part of the trunk as he started to scribble words down onto the notepad. The trees were all nice, and everyone seemed to be having fun, but he found himself growing bored. 

Bored? Impatient. 

The turtle watched as all the trees started to sink into the ground. His notepad and pen were snuck into his waistband as he too started to lower to the ground. The flora all disappeared, the dirt floor started to coat in various forms of asphalt. Roads, sidewalks, foundations. It all started to take shape beneath his feet. 

And then with some rumbling, the ground started to ascend from the Earth. Buildings, nothing but solid columns of brick and glass, rose from the concrete. They grew taller and taller and Massy held onto the edge of one of the buildings as it rose. As they settled at their proper heights, fire escapes started to form. 

Massy pulled himself up onto sturdy ground, looking around at what looked to be the rooftops of his hometown. New York City. 

Looking up, what used to be foggy gray skies would shift into an inky black void dotted with stars. 

It.. It felt a lot like home. 

The young turtle looked around at all his competitors. They seem to be caught off guard, still dressed in their woodsy attire. Massy grinned, spinning for a moment. 

Massy started to sprint, leaping over the gaps in the buildings. He raced through the faux city, and it was eerily silent. Massy wasn’t used to the city being this quiet. 

So as he ran, without a care of falling, he whipped out his notepad and scribbled some words down on it. Within moments, the distant sound of traffic filled his ears and the city around him came to life. 

It came to life.

It

Massy skidded to a halt and looked back at the city behind him. His shoulders sagged.

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Saki approached you with gigantic wolf(who look a LOT like Rahzar), from afar he look malicious but when got close he rather calm. He offer you for a scouting and hunting together. What would you do?

Two stared up at the rat mutant, eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he appraised him. Circling slowly, trusting that his batch-mate would be able to hold Four and One back for at least a moment more from trying to pet the enormous steed, he took in the sharpened spikes that covered the creature’s hide. It was a fascinating and effective mutation, with all the trademarks of being created with battle in mind. It was also, much to his bemusement, obviously not one of Draxum’s creations.

His eyes flicked towards the scarring covering the rat mutant, curious about what might have caused it and whether it had come before, during, or after his mutation. His mind was already whirring at a mile a minute, running through scenarios and ways that whatever mutagen had been used on the pair could have been improved upon, and how aspects of it could be studied to improve Draxum’s mutagen in turn. And, of course, all the ways that their own creator would want to use it if he ever managed to get his hands on it. 

Two resisted the urge to shudder at the thought, clenching his teeth to keep himself in check. He was well aware that his and his brothers’ mutations were not ideal, as far as their creator was concerned. Draxum had made that exceedingly obvious. If he were to ever get access to the kind of mutagen that gave the steed blades like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to try it on his existing experiments. Two had no desire to see himself or his brothers double-mutated. 

“You’re hunting deer?” he asked, searching the rat’s form for signs of weapons. If he had the ranged weapons necessary for hunting larger game like that, then he could have just as easily attacked from afar if his intention was to harm them. A nod was his only response. 

He glanced back towards his brothers, brow ridge raised in a wordless request for their thoughts on the matter. One looked vaguely sick at the thought of hunting anything, but Three and Four were both watching the pair with bright eyes. 

“I say we try it,” Three murmured behind him, voice low and meant for their ears only. Judging by the way the rat’s undamaged ear flicked at the words, he heard the soft words. Usually, his batch-mate wouldn’t trust a stranger, but the way he was looking at him made Two think that maybe they had interacted before. Not quite trust, but a wary sort of acceptance.

“I am pretty hungry,” Four admitted, just as quiet, and the rat’s cold expression seemed to melt into something just a little softer as he watched them more closely. His eyes kept darting towards their faces, as though he expected to find something there but couldn’t. 

“We won’t make you kill anything,” Three said to One, patting his forearm with a thoughtless sort of comfort. One smiled back, and he leaned down to bump his snout against Three’s forehead. The level of affection they all allowed between themselves had changed so much in the time they were here. When they were inevitably sent back to their own world, they would need to be mindful of their actions. Draxum would punish them if he caught them being so soft where anyone could see it and report back to the Counsel. 

“I suppose this means we’ll be joining you,” Two acquiesced. He was already dreading having to trek all across the forest in search of their quarry. Then, a thought struck him, and he turned once more to examine their new hunting companions. The hint of a smile ghosted across his face as he said, “I don’t suppose you have room up there for a few more riders, do you?”

The hunter merely smiled. 

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Round Three!

Sanctuary by @aquietwritingcorner

It's a Complicated Equation by @leilanising-vault-of-knowledge

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