#leo talks into the void

[idyllghost]

I played rdr2 before rdr1 and let me tell you hearing John wheeze after being shot dozens of times and sounding just like Arthur struggling to breathe and wheeze on that cliff side made me lose my shit

#leo.txt #leo talks to the void #leo talks into the void #leo screams into the void #lost it #lost my shit #genuinely #full on sobbing #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 1 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr1 #rdr2 #Arthur Morgan #John Marston #red dead redemption spoilers

[anris-resurrection]

Trying not to lose motivation, I just *fists clenched* love him so much

#tmntmm #mutant mayhem #my art #tmnt leo #working on the bg and coloring and oof man #maybe i should just stay in my pink void era lol #wonder who hes talking to

[yzafre]

Thinking about 2012!Leo and Rise!Leo, and how if you look at them in the first episodes of their respective season 1 they actually are so much the same character at the base just with different upbringing, but what ends up making them different at the end of their series is actually a result of a thing they have in common:

That is, their tendency to emulate and play a role (which I've loved every post where I've seen people talk about this). Except their different upbringings meant they had very different role models (their tv show of choice and their dads) (especially their dads) and so the archetypes they developed themselves into changed.

2012!Leo was growing into, ehhh, I guess you could call it a Noble Warrior archetype? Whereas rise!Leo was going more, like, Trickster Hero. Which I think means that even if rise!Leo was able to reach the very end of his arc they would have functioned very differently as leaders, but in ways that were still very true to their characters!

(Admittedly everything has to be speculation and extrapolation on where characters were going in Rise, but...)

And I know I'm probably just rehashing ground others have already tread but I can't stop thinking about how that would play out. And also how in a crossover I kinda think even at their best the two Leos would maybe drive each other a bit crazy at first until they understood each other.

Like yes, yeah, 2012!Leo helping the newer/younger iteration work through his issues and insecurities to reach his full potential is GREAT, I always love reading it, but ALSO sometimes I want to see two developed leaders with different specialties (personal battle skills and commanding a flat-out fight vs ...idk how to put this, creative strategies and tactics? pseudo-diplomatic nonsense? ...defeating an enemy vs accomplishing a goal? the difference is this thing I can feel but am having trouble putting into words). I just think it would be interesting to see their different approaches to problem solving bounce off each other, whether they were working together or in a VS. situation.

#look I keep having this conversation on loop in my brain #I'm hoping by typing it out and dropping it into the void #my brain will SHUT UP about it #I just finished a 2012 watch-through a month or so back #and I have a lot of thoughts about it I'm turning over in my brain #like a puzzle box #occasionally that pings over to comparing the two iterations I've watched #ALSO the moment I went 'rise!Leo is a trickster hero' #is also the moment I went 'lol no wonder people keep grabbing epic the musical songs for animatics' #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #yza talks about a thing

[neolxzr]

i think we should think about these hiiro friendships more

#cryn rambles #enstars #hiiroposting #do u feel me???? #leo especially i dont know if they talk again after this but they should #imagine hiiro finding leo composing on the floor somewhere as per usual and sitting down #and listening to him talk about music and what hes doing and maybe trying to learn how? #because he loves to learn things #leo probably sucks at explaining but i think hiiro would like to listen to him talk anyway #you know????? (shouting into the void)

[tothefiniteyou]

everyone's takeaway from blind sight should be this single message i sent my best friend at way too late o'clock while slightly delirious /hj.

slight spoilers:

obviously what splinter was really getting at is that the poison already wore off, and this is just a more psychosomatic issue due to leo's guilt from thinking he killed an innocent man, but like. these issues are riddled with daddy issues and it isn't subtle. i already talked about it in my little think piece here, but you can realistically say that none of this would have happened if splinter hadn't trained them. or if he hadn't been so set on getting revenge.

gripping the bars of my enclosure, resisting the urge to talk even more about blind sight. there's so much i didn't even touch upon

#tmnt mirage #2u thoughts #or rambling. either one #tmnt 1984 #i could talk about blind sight all day do NOT test me #i was crying screaming throwing a fit for more than an hour in my little banishment channel #2003 was good at showing it but goddd mirage leo really was acting like a mother of three at fifteen and beyond #it's not just “i need to keep them safe” to him #but also “we're all we have in this world." does that make sense? #leo is all about control and this is no different. his self-worth is tied to being a weapon to protect #< yelling into the void #this reminds me that raph and leo actually butt heads because theyre literally the same and it was never really about leadership #it's just their different ways of wanting to protect the family that clash

[misteria247]

I'm gonna do something insane

I'm gonna take my little rediscovered lad that was thrust upon me

And cuddle him and go to bed

Michelangelo my beloved sleep companion

Anyways I think that it's time for me and my new/old amigo to head to bed now hope y'all have a wonderful night and sweet dreams 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 87 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 1987 #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #Michelangelo Hamato #nighty night nerds #Leo's too small to sleep with he'd get lost in the bed void lol #anyways night lovelies

[scarletiswailing347]

thought of some really cool backstory for killer!zam for the dbl au but i Cannot tell if it clashes with the canon lore or not cause i havent looked into it enough yet

#mine.txt #c zam #au dbl #f ls #basiaclly survivor!zam got banished to the void after 6 months cause he just kept on dying #and it eventually made his mind just shut down and start dissociating #which the entity didnt like cause that meant he wasnt feeling things anymore #and eventually he turned into a haunt cause i assume survivors that got voided turn into haunts eventually??? idk it doesnt really say #and the void in the blight's lore cinematic doesnt really look like the one in the event #while the one in the observer's cinematic doesnt really point to much #and during halloween or whenever it canonically takes place during a rift opening event spoke managed to release him #which made him remember everything that happened to him in the trials and yanked him out of his dissociated state #which stirred some Extremely Strong and Extremely Homicidal feelings #which made the void go hmmm maybe i still have some use for this guy after all and brought him back from the void #but since hes a haunt he needs a lot of auric cells to reconstruct #which isnt a problem for the entity but its still way more than the average killer needs #idk what the logic of the visceral cankers and pustula flowers are since i cant really find anything other than they bloom during halloween #so i headcanon they appear in areas with a larger concentration of auric cells #and normally auric cells are too spread out to spawn them #hence why they only really show up in halloween since more consciential energy is built up in the entity since emotions are running high #(i mean all kinds of emotions not just despair cause just despair would be the void) #and since zam is essentially a walking talking auric concentration hes got them blooming all over him #i also headcanon the realms run on amok time so both survivor!zam and killer!zam are just running around at the same time #theyve got an isolated timeloop thing going on where survivor!zam keeps dying and turning into killer!zam #while killer!zam keeps running on heightened emotions until the toll of killing himself over and over again gets to him and he gets voided #at least until mapicc has had enough and decides to teach zam to be better at surviving #as opposed to leo and clowns method where they just kinda try (and fail) to shield him #so survivor!zam is more visibly traumatized now but can at least hold off his own #killer!zam meanwhile doesnt get fatigued from killing himself over and over again and doesnt get voided #the entity allows this cause it inflicts significant emotions in the survivors lol

[demetered]

so was anyone going to tell me leo’s full name was leonidas or was i just supposed to read that on his wiki page myself

#what the hell #leo valdez #hoo #kione talks to the void

[soleadita]

apparently my grandpa accidentally started a tiny fire in his driveway while my parents were visiting, and instead of being concerned, my dad instructed my youngest sibling to take a picture and send it to me. anyway, i think i accidentally gave him fireman brainrot.

#ignore the childhood nicknames pls i know i’m 26 but when i talk to my siblings we’re all still children #leo’s void thoughts #dadpost

[leonsmain]

been thinking a lot about what i’d do with the rest of my life if money wasn’t an object

#cuz on one hand my family wants me to go to med school and become a doctor or a surgeon and thats the life ive been planning for for 16 yrs #with that life id probably retire around 40 and write a novel or two?? #but entrepreneurship has always intrigued me ??? so much to the point that i looked into the possibility of creating-mass.prod. something - #-medically beneficial?? that way its still semi related to what ive been preparing for alr?? but that life is either completely pass or fail #qnd honestly??? i say i wanna make a difference so much but being a doctor only goes so far #introducing something new to the medical community sounds enticing but am i ip for the risk?? lmao ofc not #what sucks is that at the end of the day im like everyone else?? i just want to be financially stable and secure forever #i was to create something bigger than be and contribute something to the world but at the end of the day i probably wont? #does that make sense #and if im being so for real with myself i HATE medical studies??? lmao im only interested in it for the money :/ #and yeah i guess no one ever ends up doing what they love #but if i had complete fucking freedom id play keyboard or guitar for some nobody ass band and be happy #i think id just want to spend time with friends and make music for the rest of my life but thats just. impossible in this world isnt it #leo talks [🦔] #im so confined to a tight schedule that its insane wtv #ignore my screaming into the void i just needed to type out my thoughts 😍

[noctualagenaria]

halloween

#active #ok leo fine #ill do a tag ramble post you cant stop me #or rather my fear of being judged cant stop me- #anyways this halloween kinda sucks #not because i couldnt dress up but because the days around it have sucked #this entire week is all a bit of a mess #i somehow got involved in two but similar situations where i was blamed for the same exact thing and its jus #sigh #although it has given me a lot of time to myself #despite being in vc a lot im still Thinking #Thinking and discussing w headmates ofc #i tried bringing up the headmates to my therapist but she didnt really #touch on it further just moved on to another issue i have so #one step at a time i guess #we'll get there eventually #and xiao isnt that excited for it but hey neither am i so its fineeee #i kinda miss some of the headmates #like the first one i met i no longer talk to anymore so :C #he was very cool methinks #rn the most ones would be zhongli and xiao #tho diona talked to me like a week ago so #there was a scaramouche at one point too but i havent talked to him in months #still didnt like him #leo if you got this far hi dont sjdhf dont acknowledge this tbh #talking to the void

[idyllghost]

Don’t talk to me I’m thinking about how John will walk behind Abigail and just hold her

#I’m being so normal about them (me when I’m a big fat lying liar) #shaking and sobbing #Pissing and shitting #vomiting on the floor #leo.txt #leo talks to the void #leo talks into the void #leo screams into the void #Red dead redemption #rdr #rdr john marston #Rdr Abigail marston #abigail marston #John marston #jabigail #red dead fandom #red dead community

[kaysdenofchaos]

Battle Scars AU: Mikey & Void 🧡🖤

Wahhhhh finally drew the boys!! Had some tech issues w this post but it be worth ✨

BS! Michelangelo (16):

“He stared into the abyss. The abyss stared back.”

- Intense arm tremors + nerve damage

- Mystic Sickness- asthma + weaker bones; occasionally coughs up blood (now packs napkins)

- Collapsed right after saving Leo and fell into a 6 day coma; doesn’t say much about it but still has ‘nightmares’

- Initially couldn’t draw or cook at all- cried about it a lot and depended on his brothers for a bit; eventually let Leo do the family cooking, taking cooking as a leisure hobby instead post-recovery

- Feels guilt for not being able to save his brothers fast enough and secretly tries to hone his powers, making his scars even worse

- Eventually learns how to smoothly move a paintbrush with psychic powers- the walls of the lair never recovered

Void(???):

“Only the beginning.”

*designed by @phykoha 🧡*

- Demon-like entity; an amalgamate of the four brothers combined

- Died a long time ago to Shredder before falling into the In-between, otherwise known as the Void. A watcher of universes, owned by none.

- Talks to themselves constantly. Bickers and wails where no one can hear them. At least until BS Mikey.

- A lost child.

~~~

Battle Scars AU Masterpost || Commission Info

#battle scars au #battlescarsau #art #digital art #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt art #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #rise michelangelo #rottmnt michelangelo

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Two page digital comic done mostly in shades of purple. In the first panel, Minor Interference Donnie walks through a crowd, looking around curiously. He has a mute symbol on the base of his goggles. In the crowd behind him are, from left to right, one of the Teenage Mutant Warrior Cats, Mikey from TMNT Reptile Rampage, Is This Right Donnie holding a bottle of jello, Red Rover Donnie, and Beetle Leo. In the second panel Minor Interference Donnie is shown from behind, smiling widely as he looks at Sidelined Leo in his wheelchair. Sidelined Raph and Mikey are there too, smiling as they talk with their brother. Scattered around as cameos are Massive Forehead Donnie, TMNT Spiderlily Donnie, The Little Prince Donnie, De-mutation Donnie, Techna from Mitosis, and Void Mikey. In the second panel, Minor Interference Donnie stands next to Sidelined Leo, sparkles in his eyes as he holds his hands up to his chest. Donnie says "Oh your wheelchair is so cool!!! Can I ask questions?" Leo looks up at him with a slight smile. Instead of purple, he is colored in blue. His wheelchair is a cross between a manual and an electric, with the Genius Built logo on the hubcap area of the wheels. End I.D.]

@dandylovesturtles I thought it would be fun to draw a crossover between Sidelined AU and Minor Interference. MI Donnie is deaf/hard of hearing (he has hearing aids built into his goggles), and he would love seeing other forms of adaptive technology.

@tmntaucompetition

#image described #rottmnt #rottmnt au #minor interference au #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato #i'm not tagging everyone sorry #my art #rottmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt competition

[desceros]

INT DISCORD - EVENING @thejudiciousneurotic: i'm drawing a comic where leo talks about how he accidentally sent someone his nudes me: oh. now i wanna write a fic where leo flirts with you by "accidentally" shooting you his nudes me: ...trade u for the comic thejudiciousneurotic: 🤝 me: 🤝 leonardo/reader, female reader, rated m

You’re having a very nice lunch with April and Casey when your phone vibrates where it rests next to your plate.

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) [image]

Oh boy. What does this goober want?

Normally, you aren’t one to check your phone while eating with others. It’s kind of rude, and you don’t get enough time with the three of you hanging out like this. But April’s busy trying to make Casey laugh so hard his drink comes out of his nose, and—and you’re curious, because it’s Leo, and he’s sent you a picture.

You open the message app, and blink. It's not a meme, or a dorky selfie, or something pretty like he sometimes finds while he's wandering about and shoots your way to share.

It’s… a picture of him. The kind that he’d usually put on his So-Shell, you note, wondering why he’d sent it to you specifically. A little bit of a suggestive pose: his arms curling in just a manner to accentuate the way his arms have been getting big lately, one leg crossed over the other to show off how long they are, fingers framing that smug smirk he gets sometimes when he—

��oh.

Oh, god.

Leo isn’t wearing his mask. Or—or anything, you suddenly realize. No wraps. No socks. 

…Are these… nudes?!

Quickly, feeling your face burn hot, you look up to check in with April and Casey. They’re both still fucking around on the other side of the table. She’s tickling him, he’s giggling. Normal. Normal. They haven’t noticed that you’re a few degrees shy of combustion. Cool, cool. No one’s noticed that your best friend—friend friend just a friend!—has sent you his smoldering-hot naked body.

Quickly, you stop yourself, inhaling deep before you go too deep into it. No, that’s silly. He’s a fucking turtle. So he’s not wearing socks. Or forearm wraps. Or—Or his mask, which you’ve never seen him without before. So it’s a sexy pose in front of a mirror. It’s—It’s not anything salacious, if you don’t make it such. 

You start typing, just the usual compliment that you usually give his pictures on So-Shell, maybe a fire emoji, and—

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) oops! didn’t mean to send that!

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) just uh. pretend i didn’t just accidentally send you a nude. haha :)

“Oh my god,” you quietly whimper. It is a nude. 

The proper thing would be, of course, to do as he asks. Spam a bunch of junk until it disappears to the void of the past conversation. Laugh it off with him. Tell him a joke to make him feel better when he’s probably fucking mortified. 

…A little like how you’re mortified the moment you tap on the picture, making it bigger. 

God damn it. It’s… It’s so unfair how good he looks, you think, biting on the inside of your cheek. He’s finally hit that growth spurt Casey has warned everyone was coming, and he’s just so—so big. Towering over you easily. Putting on muscle like it’s as easy as putting on a shirt. Moving like silk through the air. Comfortable in his skin and knowing he looks good.

A fresh memory comes to mind. How the other day, he’d picked you up in one hand to snag the blanket you’d been sitting on to hand to Donnie where he’d been whining about being chilly. You’d spent the rest of the afternoon uncomfortably wet and turned on, hoping to god his sensitive turtle nose couldn’t pick up on it as he draped an arm on your shoulder for the last half of the movie and pulled you to lean into his plastron.

(...Friends cuddle, right? Totally. Friends totally cuddle.)

Plus he’s just… pretty. The way his cheekbones curve, the markings on his face cutting beautiful lines around his eyes, eyes that you can see without his mask in the way. The breath catches in your lungs as you stare into where they’re half-lidded in the picture, turning the smirk into something sultry. The smirk, framed by fingers that are long and thick and—

“Oh fuck,” you choke, clenching your teeth so hard your jaw aches. 

(...Friends think about getting fingered by their friends, right?! Right?! Oh god, oh fuck—)

“You good?” April asks, finally looking away from Casey who is dabbing at his face and bellowing with agony. Oof, carbonation up the nose. Not fun.

“…I’m so good,” you tell her around the knot in your throat, fingers going tight on your phone. Gah. You have to leave now or else she’ll suss out what’s wrong and you’re pretty sure you’d rather die than admit you’re getting flustered off of Leonardo’s mess up. “Say, uh. I—I have to go to the bathroom. Right now. For a while. I’ll be back.”

You can feel her eyes between your shoulder blades as you flee her knowing eyes, quickly going into the stand-alone bathroom in the cute little café and snapping the door shut behind you. You slump back against it, whipping out your phone and looking at it a bit like it’s a ticking time bomb. 

Which it kind of is, you realize with a sudden terror. You haven’t responded to him yet. He would have seen the little dots where you’d given away you were typing. That you’d had his picture in your face. He knows you’ve seen it. You’ve seen it, and time is passing while he’s sitting there, knowing there’s a fucking nuke on your screen. Oh god. Oh fuck.

Stupid sexy turtle, you think, hands trembling as you compose a very normal, very chill response. You only delete three before you settle on the last and send it.

sent (12:45 p.m.) no worries! i didn’t see anything, haha :)

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) hm. you sure? you sure took a while to respond

Oh god. Embarrassment lights your blood on fire. He knows. He totally knows. Fuck, it feels like he knows how you zoomed the fuck in and had to press your goddamn thighs together beneath the table. Swallowing thickly, you try to do as much damage control as you can. 

sent (12:45 p.m.) i mean, of course i saw it. i was curious!

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) oh yeah? what were you so curious about?

sent (12:45 p.m.) i. you know. i’ve never seen you without your mask. 

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) you know you can ask, right? i’ll take it off for you whenever you want.

You fumble your phone. What the fuck. Is this happening. Quickly, you look up. Yep. You’re still here. A quick pinch reminds you that it isn’t a dream. It’s quarter til one on a Saturday, and your childhood friend has sent you a nude on accident and then said that. 

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) is that something you want? seeing me without my mask?

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) i’d do it. for you.

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) no wraps. no socks. no mask. 

“…Holy shit,” you mutter, feeling a little dizzy. You gape, unsure of how to respond, how to fucking breathe. Then, you nearly jump out of your skin when the phone of your screen fills with a selfie of you and Leo in a photobooth at Alberto Land, feather boas and silly matching heart-shaped glasses stupid on your face. 

Oh fuck. He’s calling you. 

“Where are you right now?” Leo asks as soon as you answer the call, not waiting for you to find your voice, his words velvet in your ears.

Defensive at how you’re reacting, protecting your friendship with him tooth and nail, you claw out of the fog that had settled and made you stupid. You narrow your eyes at the hand dryer next to you. “…Did you actually ‘accidentally’ send me that picture, Leonardo?”

His laugh fills your ears like wine; rich, decadent, intoxicating. Warmth blooms in your chest. “Where are you, beautiful?”

That’s about as close to an admission as you’re probably going to get, you think. The pet name, familiar in shape but foreign in tone, makes your stomach dip. Licking your lips, you try one more time. 

“…Why are you sending me your nudes?” you ask, air catching in your throat, voice quiet but feeling loud in the privacy of the bathroom. 

“Why are you looking at them?” he responds cheekily. You bite down on the snarky response that reflexively comes to the surface; am I not supposed to, goober? There’s something glittering in the air, an invitation for something, and it makes you hesitate. Makes you look at the boundary of the lines you’ve drawn around him. Wonder what they’d look like a little smudged. 

“I… wanted to see,” you admit, feeling a little breathless, wondering if you sound so. If he can tell you’re on the edge of a cliff, feeling a bit like maybe you’re ready to take a step and fall.

“See what?” he asks. Voice lower still. Umbrous. Hypnotic. Tantalizing.

“You. Without—Without your mask. Without… any of it.”

His phone ever so slightly picks up on a sensuous rumble that comes from deep inside his shell. The sound of it makes you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin. Your eyes fall shut. It’s an easy fantasy, thinking of feeling it in your flesh.

Leo says your name. It’s not a way you’ve ever heard him do so, before. It pricks your attention, hooking into it, pulling it where he wants it. “Where are you?”

You tell him. A second later, your eyes flare with familiar blue light. Two seconds later, your back is against the bathroom door, the sound of the lock clicking loud in your ears as he reaches over and ensures no one will be interrupting.

“Leo, you—!” you gasp, the barest amount of protest that he cuts through as easily as if he’d taken his katana to it. 

“I got tired of waiting. And you want to see,” he says, his fingers finding your chin and holding you in place, his mouth hovering over yours, his breath hot against where you can’t breathe. His other hand finds the curve of your hip, pulling it to meld to his own, his plastron pressing you to the door. “So look while you still can, pretty little thing. Because you’ve got about three minutes before I plan on getting my face between your legs for a long, long time.”

Later, much later, after you nearly bite through your palm trying to keep quiet through the several orgasms he easily eats out of you, after he portals you back to the lair and he pins you to that cursed mirror in his bedroom so you can see how good he looks while fucking you stupid, after he crawls over you in his sheets and slowly curls his fingers together with yours while rolling his hips to get slow and deep to drive you absolutely insane, your phone vibrates again.

This time, you ignore it, fully fucked out, completely disinterested in moving from beneath where Leo’s snoring into your shoulder, having everything you can possibly want within arm’s reach for the foreseeable future.

ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.) lmao did you fall in?

ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.) hellooooooo

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) …since leo’s also not answering i’m guessing you’re with him. girl u Gotta let me know when you dip so i don’t worry >:T

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) also. ugh. can you two just make out already? the pining is getting ridiculous. and don’t tell me i’m just imagining things again. i’m sooooo bored by your excuses

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) grabbed your leftovers for you. love you ttyl byeeee

#BARGAIN COMPLETE #my fic #tmnt #rise #leonardo/reader #rating: m #i was tempted to go for the e rating but decided to leave it here. it felt sufficiently spicy as is hehe #ANYWAY ENJOY YEEHAW

[aealzx]

“Pss… Hey…. Wake up…”

Lil Mikey could hear an unfamiliar, slightly rough voice close to him, but he wasn’t sure if they were talking to him, or someone else. Partially because it felt like he wasn’t fully there, and partly because wave after wave of noxious energy that scrambled his mystic energy was pounding into his head. It earned a low groan, his brain gradually returning to his aching body and making him aware of the strain on his stretched arms. Something was messing with something on his wrist too, shifting his arm around gently. And when he forced his eyes open through flutters he was met with a blur of red and green that quickly got shoved out of the way for orange and green.

“Hey lil guy. How you doing? What’s your name?”

The voice was hushed, but full of mirth and anticipation. Lil Mikey had to blink slowly while the questions processed, and eventually gave a slightly mumbled answer. “...Mikey…”

“Haha! I knew it. Look guys, it’s alternate dimension mini me,” Mikey laughed, and Lil Mikey could feel gentle hands on his cheeks that he leaned into.

“Yeah yeah, we guessed as much,” Raphael huffed, though the concern was leaking through more than irritation. “..... Don, can’t you get those off faster? He doesn’t look good. Like something other than the normal ‘I just woke up in a weird place’ grogginess.”

“Unfortunately no,” Don commented back, and Lil Mikey looked to his left to see there was a third mutant turtle wedging thin tools into the chained cuff on his wrist. “They’re bugged. If I don’t disable the alarm on them we’ll blow our cover too soon.”

Fighting to ignore the rhythmic pounding on his head, Lil Mikey squinted at the restraints he was in. They were rescuing him? He vaguely remembered being snatched up by a disgusting black void. So he’d been kidnapped. “...Can I just cut the chains for now?” he asked, flexing his hand a little to test his mobility.

Don paused for a moment, trying to think of just how Lil Mikey was going to be able to cut through solid metal while being restrained by said metal. “Uh…. sure, if you can manage it. The wiring is only in the cuff parts- Oh!”

As soon as Don said it would be fine, Lil Mikey tried to summon his own chains, a slow inhale turning into a sharp gasp as his markings flickered with a glow that was shredded to a faint haze before he let it go. “Khh-.... Something is messing with my magic hands. Can you turn it off? ‘S like a speaker right next to my head.”

Taking another moment of thought, Don reached up to enable the mic in his headset while Raph mouthed ‘mystic hands?’ to Mikey. “April? Can you see if you can turn off any devices that are giving out a consistent energy output reading?” He wasn’t sure what was being used, or how. But if it was a continuous effect then he figured they should be able to pick up on something giving a continuous feed.

“Sure thing Don. It might tip them off that I’m here though. Is that okay?” Mom April responded, and the three adult turtles could hear the faint tap of a keyboard through their earpieces.

“... Yeah. Try to release the restraints on all of them as well. Leo should be able to handle himself if he’s free, and we’re close enough to the second one,” Don confirmed, giving a wary look at the camera in the room. It would only be moments before the security team realized there was a loop anyway.

The group waited in silence for Mom April’s update, and Lil Mikey took the moment to look over his rescuers. Red, purple, and orange. Orange was his color though. But they did look older than them. “... Heheh, are you guys copycats? Color coded ninja turtles is our thing…,” he giggled through a slight mumble.

Mikey just grinned while Raphael raised a brow. “We’ll explain later, little guy. Right now let’s just focus on getting out of here,” Mikey consoled, making the rare choice to stay focused.

“Don, it looks like it can’t be shut down remotely. But I can overload it to a burn out…” Mom April spoke up again.

“Do it,” Don agreed. Burning out the machine that was causing trouble would be better in the long run anyway. Especially if it was what was causing Lil Mikey to not be fully alert.

“Alright. Overload in three, two, one…”

The pressure Don had been feeling consistently in his head, that he’d thought was just a tension headache, gradually intensified for a minute before abruptly fizzling out. Which made him realize it had been something affecting him, and potentially his brothers as well, and not just their dimensional guests. Just too a lesser severity it seemed.

“Woah… There goes the salt headache…,” Raph commented, confirming Don’s unspoken question if the others had been feeling it too.

Any responses broke off momentarily as red lights flared on, and a muffled announcement could be heard outside the room. “All employees execute Protocol Pesticide immediately. This is not a drill.”

“Aaaaand there goes our cover,” Mikey chuckled.

“Good. I’ve been itching to break things,” Raphael grinned, hooking his sai from his belt with a finger and giving a twirl. “Since we don’t need to be subtle now…,” he started, raising his hand with the intention to break the cuffs off Lil Mikey with his sai. His actions stopped when bright orange chains ghosted into view, a lazy curl around Lil Mikey as the spot markings on his body glowed steadily. In a blink the chains snapped towards Lil Mikey’s restraints, curiously slicing through the metal easily. Raphael reflexively reached his hands out to catch Lil Mikey, assuming he’d fall now that he wasn’t supported. But to his surprise the smaller turtle stayed floating gently in the air for but a moment before gently lowering his feet to the ground.

“.... Oookay…,” Raphael voiced, raising a brow again.

“Cooooool,” Mikey chimed in.

“Interesting…,” Don breathed, a whirl of questions bubbling into his mind.

Blinking a few times to clear the residual haze from his mind, Lil Mikey looked up with a brief grin. “Thanks! That feels a lot better. Do you know where Donnie is? I’m pretty sure we were together. He grabbed me when the black ink monster was all groaaarr bleehhh. Is he who you were talking about-”

Raphael’s brow raised more, if possible, but he couldn’t help but grin. It seemed the kid was feeling a lot better now. But they couldn’t continue chatting, for a soft beep and shift of sliding metal alerted them of something happening in the room. Flinching, the four crouched while the three with weapons drew them, gathering in a circle back to back. A slight hissing noise caused them to look up, catching sight of a thick purple gas leaking through vents near the ceiling.

“Don’t breathe that!” Don hissed, quickly shrugging the backpack off one shoulder so he could dig the portable gas masks from it. Slipping one over his own nose and mouth, he let Raphael and Mikey take care of themselves in favor of helping Lil Mikey put one on as well.

“What is it?” Lil Mikey asked, obediently holding the mask to his face while Don tried to secure it.

“Cellular corrosion gas,” Don answered, spending unusually long on trying to get the mask fitting properly before he gave out a slight noise of distress. “...too big,” he muttered. “Keep your head low, and the mask pressed against your face as much as possible, okay? We’ll get you out and taken care of.”

Lil Mikey nodded despite the anxiety bubbling in his chest. The mask was too big? But he just had to stay low and keep it close? That was easy. He was pretty small already. “...Is this place a bad guy base?” he asked suddenly, wanting confirmation it was okay to destroy things further.

Raphael paused for a moment, looking back, but Mikey was the one that answered. “Oh yeah! A really nasty lady owns the place. We’ve been fighting her for weeks- no months now I think! She kidnapped you and your brother, and our other brother. We're just waiting for her to leave where he is before we get him too.”

“That’s all I need to know,” Lil Mikey responded, giving a devilish smile that squished his cheeks before turning to charge towards the sealed door, hands holding the gas mask pressed against his face. Giving a whooping cheer, he leapt forward into a rolling bodyslam, curling his limbs in tight, but not pulling into his shell since he wanted to be slightly bigger. “WRECKING BALL!” he cheered, more of the orange chains curling around him in a shield that sliced into the door before his illogically heavy impact smashed through the remains.

The other three stared for a moment before Mikey let out his own whoop. “OH YEAH! Little me has super powers! Awesome!” he cheered, pumping his hands in the air and charging forward with his brothers to follow the small teen. “Let’s go!”

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