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ye-olde-sodor · 1 year

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Happy Edward day! Everyone’s favorite dad is finally here! And with some more LORE for Sodor Syndrome!

-After an accident involving Thomas and Diesel, Edward had to take Thomas to the works for inspection and possible repairs. While there, Thomas told him about the set of buffers that Diesel had found when he took a wrong turn to the diesel works last week. He brought Thomas to the area, hoping that he recognized it, but he'd never seen them before.

-Suddenly, the buffers disappeared in a bright flash, and there was dust everywhere! Next thing they knew they were derailed and in a completely different area then where they were before!

-Naturally, Edward downplays the tale as shock, and encourages his son to rest so the workmen can fix him up. While Diesel was able to be sent out to work again shortly after the accident, Thomas still needed small repairs, and had to stay at the works for a little longer.

-A few weeks later and Edward himself was starting to feel ill, and eventually had to be sent to the works as well. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, however, and he started to worry. He asked the workmen and Victor where he was numerous times, to which everyone either doges the question or shifts their eyes nervously. They insist nothing horrible has happened to him, but he's...a little different now.

-Of course, the lack of a straightforward answer puts poor Eddie on edge and very irritated at the whole situation. He doesn't understand what they mean by "He's got a new shape", he didn't get sent away for another rebuild, did he? But if he did, why didn't anyone say anything about it?! What's going on here?!

-It doesn't take too long for him to figure out what happened to Thomas, as the same thing happened to him! Poor Edward nearly had a heart attack when he realized what had happened!

-Eventually, after teaching him the basics of how to walk, he was taken to a donatory where the engine crews can stay during the work hours. His driver and firemen took him to a random room, only to find Thomas and his crew were taking up residence in said room (not that they mind, of course).

-With father and son back together, the two of them began to look into that set of buffers that Diesel found, as they were now convinced that they had something to do with all of this. It was here that Edward made a mental note not to disregard any more of "Thomas' Tall Tales" so haphazardly anymore. To be fair, he should've known better then to do doubt words of his sons by now.

Headcanons (since I forgot to include them in D/10's post whoops):

- I blame @/mean-scarlet-deciver for the vampire traits lmao, it was too perfect to pass up. Here's your long-awaited vampire Eddie!

-I also blame @/ferlost for Edwards glasses. I always saw Edward with them on, and after seeing their comic, I had to give him a pair.

-He isn't much different from canon Edward, but he's a mix of the Model and Railway series Edward rather than his CGI and AEG counterparts.

-So we have a kind, humble old engine who works hard, but more than happily spreads the daily gossip next to the water towers to his fellow co-workers. Stories are always one of his favorite things to share with the others, especially is it's his annual Halloween ghost story!

-He's a pacifist, but that doesn't mean he won't pass a fist if he has to.

-If he were able to, he'd marry Boco on the spot and raise a family with him, the Bee twins, and Thomas. It took him a while to figure out his feelings, but once he did, he's been infatuated ever since. Which makes it all the more painful that the two of them can't be together. But now that he has hands, however, perhaps that could be a reality...

-Speaking of hands, he's not sure how to feel about the predicament. Sure, his entire body just changed in a blink of an eye overnight, leaving him with an unfamiliar yet familiar shape with unfamiliar feelings and needs he never had before...but on the other hand, he does look rather dapper in his vest! And he can give the people he loves a hug! How could you turn that offer down?!

-He's one of the few engines on the island who's much more open about romantic relationships, much to many people's dismay. Romance in machinery was always a controversial topic, but it's one of the only controversies that Edward will willingly defend to the grave for obvious reasons. Once in a blue moon, the sheds can be filled with loud arguments over the topic from Edward and Gordon. Edward is always the winner in these debates, but Gordon won't admit defeat so easily.

-He's mostly on a vegan diet (mainly because it burns better in his firebox) but can be seen having an occasional salmon dinner and tuna sandwich every now and then.

-He hopes that this whole "Becoming a man/machine thing" doesn't happen to anyone else...BUT IF IT WERE TO HAPPEN, he wouldn't mind the extra company around the empty Worker's Dorm. (Especially if it's a certain Metro-Vick Type 2 Co-Bo Diesel Electric). Even with his son and crew around, it gets pretty lonely for the elderly engine.

#ttte au #ttte SS au #ttte edward #ttte humanization #this is probably one of my favorite designs rn lmao #why Edward was so hard to design I'll never know

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not-so-randomblog · 6 months

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I thought I’d post a fanfic for Halloween 🎃

Critique is very welcome!

Basically Mikey and Leo get bitten a wolf mutant and start to act funny the fuller the moon gets.

“Get back here!” leo cried as he ran after the wolf mutant, who didn’t spare him a glance and continued running through the alleyway.

“Donnie! Raph! You guys stay down here while me and Mikey cut him off on the roofs!” leo ordered. The others nod before parting ways, Mikey and Leo making their way to the roof while Raph and Donnie keep chase on the ground.

They managed to trap him between the four of them despite his fast speed. He looked around contemplating where to go next, “give up, you're surrounded” Raph said, pulling out his sai’s.

The mutant growled, “I’m not going down without a fight!” he said before lunging after mikey, he dodged the attack only for the k9 step forward and sink his teeth into his arm.

“OW” mikey screamed, shoving the mutant off him. Beads of blood began to form on his arm.

Leo ran after the beast, swinging his katana in an attempt to get him to drop the stolen items.

The beast doged the attack and grabbed him by his hand before he could pull away. He slammed his teeth around Leo’s wrist as he screamed in pain.

“Leo!” The others yelled in panic.

The turtle kicked the k9 into some trash cans nearby, lunging the bag of stolen goods out of his hands. Raph swiped the bag out of the air, preventing anything inside from breaking.

The beast fumbled getting up from the trash cans as he wiped his head side to side looking for the goods.

“Looking for this?” Raph raised a brow as he held up the bag. The mutant growled before shoving himself out of the trash, “You haven’t seen the last of me!” he snarled before running deeper into the alleyway.

The turtles watched him flee into the night before someone spoke. “Hey Leo, is your wrist ok?” Donnie asked turning to his brother

“Yeah it's fine, just sore” he complained as he bent the injured wrist.

“I’ll have to clean you and Mikey’s wounds off when we get back to the lair” Donnie spoke.

“Alright, let’s head back”, Leo sighed.

——

“OW” “don’t be dramatic” Donnie complained as he wiped the antiseptic on Mikey’s bite mark. “You don’t have to be such a brute about it” Mikey wined as Donnie finished wrapping his bandage.

“Your turn, Leo,” Donnie signed as Mikey hopped off the table. The blue clad turtle quickly took his place, careful not to upset his aching wrist.

“Alright, now let me see your wrist,” Donnie said, holding his hand up. Leo rested his hand on the scientist. Donnie gently bent his wrist, looking for any signs of pain or irritation.

“It doesn’t seem sprained or anything” Donnie concluded, “just put some ice on it when it hurts” he suggested as he reopened the rubbing alcohol.

Leo walked out of the lab, scratching at his freshly bandaged wrist. “Why is this thing so itchy?,” He asked himself.

——

The boys were acting weird, and not just because Mikey keeps asking for the pepperoni of everybody’s pizza or Leo scarfing down his food faster than usual, and everybody else’s for that matter.

But REALLY weird stuff.

Raph rolled out of bed with a feeling of thirst in his mouth. He yawned as he walked into the kitchen, still groggy and wiping some of the tiredness from his eyes.

His eyes snapped open as he realized the noise he was approaching. Raph crouched, as he slowly approached the noise, he peered around the counter before he recognized the figure.

“MIKEY” the turtle flung his head out of the trash and scrambled to his feet, “WHAT, WHAT” Mikey said as if preparing for danger. “Why are you digging through the trash” raph asked, raising a brow.

“Uh, getting a midnight snack?” He said, smiling nervously.

“From the trash?” Raph said sarcastically, “yes?” Mikey said with an unsure look.

Raph let out a defeated sigh before walking to the cupboard on the wall, “Go back to bed, Mikey”, he advised.

“But I can’t sleep” Mikey complained, “then try again,” he persisted.

The younger turtle huffed before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. Raph rested his mug on the counter, wondering what he could have possibly been eating. And from the trash can of all things. Raph turned on the faucet to collect the water in the mug he picked out allowing his curiosity to get the best of him.

He rested his full cup on the counter before approaching the trash can. When he peered inside he found-

Bones.

They were bones, broken and jagged like they had been chewed on. Some weren’t even cooked and still had large portions missing from them.

Raph looked into the trash can with confusion, and mild disgust.

——

Leo didn’t have as big of a change in eating habits, but he wasn’t quite acting himself.

Like how he slept through the day, even missing training, and only waking up when the sky was dark and inky.

“Leo!?” Donnie said banging on the mutants door, “come on, you said you wanted to train bright and early yesterday remember?” He asked rhetorically. “Leo-” the mutant cut himself off in frustration before pulling the door open.

“What could you possibly be doing-” his words died on his tongue as he realized the terrapin was dead asleep on his bed.

“Leo? Leeeo? LEO?” the turtle yelled. The sleeping turtle simply laid, taking deep slow breathing, still unaware of the sibling in his room.

Donnie, starting to get concerned, leaned down and shook Leo, increasing the intensity the longer he slept.

“Leo!” He tried to call him out of his sleep one last time. Donnie moved his hand from Leo’s shoulders to grab his wrist.

He placed both fingers on the side of his wrist, a normal pulse for someone sleeping, he thought, removing his hand.

Donnie walked out of his room and gently slid the door shut as Raph approached the room.

“Is he up?” He asked, “No, I can’t wake him up for anything” Donnie said raising his brow. “Is he ok? Leo never sleeps this long” raph observed.

“Yeah, he doesn’t, but he seemed fine beside the whole sleeping thing. I mean, he did have a regular pulse and everything” he concluded.

Raph looked behind Donnie and at Leo’s door before continuing, “we should keep an eye on him. Him and Mikey are acting funny”

The boys walked back downstairs, and back to the couch, finally noticing a sleeping Mikey curled up on the couch.

“Yeah, we should keep an eye on them,” Donnie agreed, giving a concerned glance to his brother.

——

It was about a week after Mikey and Leo had been bitten. The bandages came off and their wounds healed nicely, likely to fade in afew months.

The boys were acting, more normal than they had within the past few days. Mikey and Leo both woke up at their usual times and are acting themselves, except for some out of place hostility. But besides that they were acting relatively normal.

Until the full moon began to rise.

It was hard to tell when it was night or day in the sewer, but the turtles could somehow always tell after all these years.

“You guys ready to go on portal?” Donnie asked as he adjusted his Bo staff in its holster.

“I don’t know if I can go tonight guys, I’m feeling really weird” Leo said with a weary expression on his face.

“Yeah me too” mikey complained,

“Oh come on, are you two really not gonna go on patrol just because you feel a little funky?” Raph challenged

“Usually I would but this feels, different” Leo supplied.

Raph sighed in defeat, “I guess it’s just me and you Donnie” he said turning to the terrapin.

“Let me go get my sai’s and we can go” raph said before going to his room.

Raph adjusted his sai’s in their holsters as he walked downstairs. As he glided the second one in its case, he heard a pained groan from the living area.

He snapped his head up and ran down, “what’s going on?” He demanded, “I don’t know” Donnie said nervously.

Leo screamed in pain as he withered on the floor, he dug his fingers into the cement as they stretched with claws sprouting from his fingertips.

There was a sickening cracking echoing through the lair as his limbs grew unnaturally fast.

The same was happening to Mikey, his snout stretched in an unnatural way. Sharp, pointed ears began to emerge from the top of his head, accompanied with strands of golden brown fur erupting from his skin.

The sound of knee and arm pads could be heard snapping and dropping to the floor as well as bandages stretching and tearing to make way for the new growth and claws.

When they stopped struggling there was a quiet, excluding the panting coming from the newly transformed turtle’s.

“…are you guys alright?” Donnie asked, as he backed away from the werewolfs.

The werewolf’s snapped the heads at the terrapin before lunging themselves at him.

Raph pulled him out of the way, narrowly avoiding the two sets of jaws, as the wolves collided with the floor. They push themselves off the floor, claws grating against the cement as they sprint after their fleeing brothers.

In seconds they were hot on their heels, growling as they attempted to nip at their legs. Donnie jumped in alarm, “Raph quick, we need to get the garage!” he said in a panic

Raph nodded as they picked up the pace, creating some space between them. The turtles sprinted under the garage door, before leaping up and slamming it shut.

Angry snarls could be heard from the other side of the door. The mutants sighed in relief as they stepped away from the door. The feeling was short lived, as two sets of paws began slamming on the thin metal.

“Uh, Donnie, that's gonna hold right?” Raph asked skeptically.

“I sure hope so,” Donnie said, “what happened to them!? All week they’ve been acting strange and now they’ve turned into these things!” Raph says gesturing creatures slamming on the other side of the door.

“I don’t know” he confessed “But it has to be something from the past few days. That’s when they started acting up”

What had happened within the last week? They thought, they had gone on patrol, stopped some crime, and had pizza. All the regular things, so what could have happened between the past few days and now to cause this-

“The wolf!” Donnie exclaimed, “What?” Raph questioned, “While we were on patrol the other night Leo and Mikey got bit by that wolf mutant before he ran away! That must be the reason they turned into these things!” He concluded.

“So that guy turned them into werewolves?” Raph asked

“I guess he did,” Donnie said, realizing the full weight of his words. “So how are we gonna undo this?” Raph asked

“If I can get a sample from one of them, I could probably undo the whole transformation!” Donnie exclaimed.

“And what are we supposed to get as a sample?” Raph questioned, raising a brow.

The taller mutant grimaced, “we’re gonna need some spit”.

————

It was quiet, too quiet, for the amount of noise the wolves were making banging on the garage door.

Donnie carefully pulled up the garage door, just enough to peer underneath it. There was no sign of their transformed siblings from what he could see.

“I think they’re gone, raph” Donnie said pulling the rest of the door up.

They stepped out of the garage quietly, looking all about the lair for any odd looking terrapins. They explore the other parts of the lair, searching for their turned brothers.

“Do you see them?” Donnie whispered, “No, it’s like they disappeared or something” Raph compared.

They find their way to the kitchen finally finding a trace of the lost brothers.

The fridge had been raided, the door was wide open with lukewarm air drifting out of it. There were scraps of food spread across the whole kitchen. The drawers had been pulled out of their sockets, one even laid on the floor. The only thing in the kitchen remotely untouched were the uncooked vegetables spread across the floor.

“Looks like they got in the fridge” Raph observed, “yeah no shit” Donnie commented, gaining an unimpressed glance from the red masked turtle.

“But where are they?” Donnie asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know, they're probably upstairs if they're not down here,” Raph said.

“Then let’s go check upstairs,” Donnie prompted.

“Hold on a second, we should probably have something that’ll get them to leave us alone without them getting hurt when we find them. Don’t werewolves have a weakness or something?” Raph asked.

“Yeah I think they do actually, but I can’t remember what” Donnie commented, placing a hand under his snout.

“Mikey likes this kind of stuff, he’d probably know what it is” Raph mentioned.

“Yeah but he can’t tell us right now..wait we can look through his comic books! There’s bound to be an answer in one of them!” The terrapin exclaimed.

The turtles creeped upstairs, their eyes darted left to right looking for any movement among the shadows.

They tiptoed to Mikey’s room, keeping their eyes open for anything. Donnie pulled open the door, practically holding his breath in anticipation.

He made a sigh of relief as he peered into the room, no werewolves.

Just a messy room, he thought, as he stepped over an empty pizza box. “Now where would Mikey put his comics?” Donnie asked himself.

They had practically torn the room upside down looking for that comic book. There were various comics spread around the room, in drawers, in small piles on the floor and on his bed, and probably some other places.

“Where is it?!” Donnie complained, “we’ve looked through this whole room and we still can’t find it!”

“It’s gotta be in here somewhere” Raph observed.

“But where?” Donnie asked, shuffling through Mikey’s night stand drawer again.

Raph stood by the bed going through the pile of comics resting near Mikey’s pillow for the third time. He glanced down at the bed and continued his search, before realizing what caught his eye.

He snatched the sheet off the bed, finding a comic book face down, laying on its pages. And right on the cover was a silloet of a werewolf howling at a full moon.

“I found it!” Raph said holding the flimsy book in the air, “this has to be it”

Donnie’s eyes widened before crossing the room, “do you see anything?” Donnie asked as Raph flipped through the pages.

“Not yet- wait, this is it!” Raph exclaimed, “it says, silver is a werewolf’s weakness, but too much could kill them so we’ll have to be careful. But where are we gonna find silver?” Raph questioned

“Silver”, the word danced on Donnie’s tongue, “I might have some silver in my lab, I use it in some of my experiments” he explained. “But it’s not a lot, I’m not sure how effective it’ll be,” he edmited.

“It’s better than nothing,” raph said.

——

They snuck in the lab, quickly finding the silver and going back upstairs to check the rest of the rooms for their furry siblings.

None of the bedroom doors were opened, and there were no signs of the creatures of the night. Even so, the turtle's hearts were beating out of their chest as they opened up each door.

There was a feeling of simultaneous relief, and growing fear with each door checked. If the werewolves weren’t in the first three rooms, they’d be in the last.

The two mutants looked at each other, both having their silver ready in their hands. Raph breathed in before grasping the door handle and yanking it open.

They stood ready for an attack from the k9’s, only to be let down by an empty room.

The turtles gaped at the well kept room, it was like Leo and Mikey hadn’t been in their at all.

They stepped inside, carefully walking around the room as they searched for the mutants. They searched to no avail as they stepped out of the room, knowing less then they had going in.

They weren’t there, they were at the end of the hallway, each door in the entire lair had been checked for the werewolf turtles. And there was barely a trace of them.

“They’re GONE???” Donnie announced, pulling at his mask tails.

“Where could they have possibly gone if they aren’t in the lair??” Raph panicked “they're probably just somewhere in the sewers right?” Raph questioned.

“We’ll have to see. Come on!” Donnie called as he ran out of the lair.

——

Donnie and Raph had searched over half the sewer tunnels, still no sign of their werewolf siblings.

“We’ve searched over half the sewers and still no sign of them,” Raph said as he spashed through the sewer tunnels.

“They have to be around here somewhere, I don’t know where else they would be” Donnie said with slight worry.

As they walked past a sewer cover, Raph realized something was off. He backtracked to the ladder, listening to the unmuffled sound of cars whooshing by.

“Donnie! Come check this out” he called.

They approached the ladder, listening to the increasing volume of night life.

They finally stepped under the gaping man hole cover, being greeted by the deep dark sky and the light of a full moon casting its light on a apartment.

“..They have to be around here somewhere, huh” Raph said sarcastically, as he met Donnie’s eyes.

——-

They stood on a rooftop, arguing over where they would find their lost brothers.

“How are we gonna find them? They could be anywhere!” Raph yelled

“I’m sure we’ll find them, they're probably somewhere familiar, right? Let’s go on our usual patrol route and see if we find them” Donnie suggested.

As they ran farther from the lair, they notice a noise as they hopped from one roof to another.

“What is that?” Raph asked as he tried to pinpoint the noise.

“It sounds like, howling? Donnie said, as his eyes followed the source.

His eyes lead to a rather large k9, howling at the bright round moon. “That’s one of them!” Donnie called before chasing after the wolf.

Leo sat atop a large hotel, its logo shining brightly in red over the city street.

As the turtles crept onto the roof, the werewolf restarted his howl, unsuspecting of the figures approaching him.

Another howl ripped through the night, as Donnie reached into his side pouch, pulling out a loaded dart gun.

He straightened his arm and pointed it at one of the only non protected areas on him. Donnie pointed the nozzle at his shoulder before pulling the trigger.

Leo’s howl was broken by a yalp, as he turned around growling at the same siblings he couldn’t recognize.

He bared his fangs and hunched his back, puffing up his jet black fur, making him seem even larger than he did in his new form.

“Leo, calm down” Donnie soothed as the k9 approached, his voice only seeming to piss the creature off more.

The mutants stepped back as snarls rippled through the wolf.

Donnie pulled out his silver coin, praying it would deter his sibling as he pointed it at the beast.

Leo whined, finally beginning to wobble as turned to escape.

“Leo, wait!” Donnie screamed as he leapt onto the lower roof, landing clumsily as his limbs nearly gave under his weight.

He wobbled across the roof as the others gave chase, finally flopping onto the ground and shutting his eyes with a whine.

The turtles sighed in relief, finally knowing one of their brothers was safe and out of harm's way.

“Alright, now let’s get him back to the lair” Donnie announced.

He gently nudged the k9 before he grabbed his front paws, “woah, he’s heavy” Donnie said as he attempted to pull the k9 over his shoulders.

“He can’t be that heavy” Raph argued as he lifted up his other end.

“Woah he really is heavy” he admitted as the two pulled their brother off the ground.

“Yeah, how does one turtle gain that much weight in that little time?” Donnie wondered.

——

Once they got back to the lair, they rested Leo on the slightly torn up couch before continuing the hunt for their lost brother.

“Are you sure we can keep him there all by himself?” Raph asked.

“Yeah, those darts would keep a regular person out for 5 hours minimum, so he should be fine” Donnie concluded.

——

The search was starting to get tiring, they were almost finished with the patrol route and still no sign of Mikey.

“What if we don’t find him tonight?” Donnie asked with worry.

“We’ll find him, we just have to keep looking” raph supplied as he jumped onto the next roof.

Donnie suddenly halted his movements, causing the same reaction to the other turtle.

“What is it?” Raph asked as Donnie approached the alleyway behind them.

“What is that?” He asked, as he pointed to the wiggling lid of the dumpster beneath them.

They hopped down to the alleyway, approaching the lively dumpster with caution. Donnie pulled out the familiar dart gun, getting ready to use it at a moment’s notice.

The garbage lid finally swung open, revealing a turtle werewolf munching on the disregard remains of a pizza.

They froze, not wanting to provoke the werewolf into running off or attacking.

Donnie slowly raised his arms, dart gun pointed directly at the k9 oblivious to the imminent threat.

As the werewolf enjoyed his crust he finally looked up enough to notice his siblings, and the barral of the dart gun pointed right at him. His eyes widened, and his ears laid flat on his head in surprise as Donnie took the shot.

A yalp echoed through the mutant as the sedatives kicked in. He slumped further into the dumpster, finally cooperative enough to be carried back to the lair.

——

“We finally got both of them” Donnie sighed as he rested his baby brother on the couch.

“Took us long enough” raph added. “Now you can finally work on that cure,” raph reminded him.

“Right! I just need to get something from my lab” Donnie said before retrieving the objects.

He came back with two clear plastic baggies and two long cotton swabs for the saliva samples.

First he went up to Leo, grabbing his long snout and gently pulling his mouth apart to make way for the swab.

He did the same with Mikey before returning to his lab.

——

He spent hours in that lab, but he finally had a way to reverse their transformation. He filed the two syringes with the elixir, and walked out of the lab.

“It’s finally done,” Donnie announced, exhausted but glad.

“I sure hope it works” Raph said as Donnie approached the werewolves and guided the needles into his fuzzy arms.

“Now we wait,” Donnie yawned, before crashing onto the couch.

Afew hours later he awoke to the sound of familiar yawn.

“Ugh, what happened?” Leo groaned as he broke out of his daze. “You and Mikey turned into werewolves and me and Donnie had to chase you around the city to make a cure” Raph supplied simply.

Leo stared at the turtle, as his still foggy mind tried to comprehend what was just said.

“Well what did we do?” He asked

“Well you were howling at the moon, and Mikey was eating out of a dumpster at this pizza joint” Donnie replied.

“I should have done that sooner”

The sets of eyes shot to the once again freckled turtle, still fatigued from the dart gun.

The others merely laughed at the antic, before falling back into their exhausted slumbers.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #my ✨original✨ writing #my stuff #Happy Halloween!!#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt fanfiction #oh my god I actually posted it

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