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This is the result of boredom, and a two-month-old ask.
Poll is for tmnt separated aus, which means at least one turtle needs to be raised separately from the others. Keeping the definition very loose, all iterations accepted.
SO
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(Hi. I wrote something silly based off of the @tmntaucompetition and my AU/Fic called Once More, With Feeling. enjoy!)
"And here we are, Hueso's, right as I said we'd be- and it's a basketball court."
Leo stepped away from the portal as everyone exited, staring in shock and awe at everything around him. His brothers soon followed, then his older self, then Rook. Several teams of siblings much like their own were dotted about, some doing stretches, some sitting in bleachers, some were even cheerleaders, and-
"Why do all the Leos have bats??"
:readmore:
"I dunno Raph, but I kinda wanna know if I can have one…" Mikey grinned looking around more. He waved excitedly to a very large Donatello who was peering into the arena from the skies. He seemed confused at first before waving back.
Several individuals were running around, changing things up during the break. Lights were put up, bleachers and stands moved, fences put up and-
Oh. Oh it was just straight up a baseball diamond now. Outdoors and everything.
"Ah! Here it is!" Their Donnie piped up, looking down at his phone. "It's an event. Several universes worth of Us are competing. Weeee…..Missed entries. Our author says they're scared of competitions anyway and also we weren't fleshed out, plus the whole Leon and Rook thing going on, well-"
"Our what?"
"Don't worry about it. Totally normal distraction, but it's almost time for the next event, and it looks like the prize is- oh look. A free trip to therapy, nice."
Rook blinked, hard. "Wait. All of them are competing for therapy. That means…Oh dear. Poor kids…and…gods? And- Wow, quite a few older turtles... Is that Mikey? Huh."
"At least we get all the free therapy we want with you." Raph chuckled, nudging the human. The human smiled back lazily and patted his shoulder.
"Speak for yourself…" The older slider grumbled, looking around. It seemed even the spirit visions of his brothers were having a hoot, running around and getting closer looks at all the contestants. The ghostly shade of Mikey was inspecting another version of himself, one with long flowing hair that didn't look ancient. Donnie seemed to be talking to a…computer…and Raph was watching over the swath of tots and little ones.
"Not my fault I can't help you. I'm a children's therapist, not a crotchity old fuck therapist."
Leon glared at Rook, opening his mouth to say something rude right back, before Mikey interrupted, urging them to take seats in the bleachers.
"Man, looking through all these notes is insane." Donatello hummed, swiping through all the blurbs. "Lot of abuse. Looooot of various trauma, but!! Some aren't like that- I mean, in this one, L- oh, no, that one's sad too. Hm. This one has us being like, representations of celestial bodies (that's the big guys up there)- Oh, in this one I was raised by Big Mama-"
"Is that why you look like the biggest dork alive out there?"
"HEY."
"What else is in there? Anything about us?" Mikey asked, peering over the oldest twin's shoulder.
"Well there's a lot here. For starters, the number of entries for our group won't let me put in 4, 5, or 6. It keeps saying that's not the right amount for us... The other thing is that it has sections that straight up won't let me look, and says that I lack authorization. Probably Author stuff. Can't look without spoiling things. Buuuut…." he gave a sharp grin, scrolling to the "About" blurb. "It says right here that the big idiot and Rook are supposed to fall in love."
"W H A T. No. Nonono. ¡De ninguna manera!"
"Absolutely NOT. Gag me with a spoon."
Rook sneered over at Leon, the two amputees glaring at one another hatefully as the young turtles all crowded around Donnie's phone, vying for a peek of whatever info they could grab.
Nearby, curious eyes narrowed some at the group before their owner snuck away. Sticking to the shadows, the nosy blue masked ninja made their way back to their group.
"Hey, sooo…the new spectators, up there in the bleachers?"
"Yeah?"
"The one with the blue hair is a therapist or something."
"Huh. Wow. Is he like, connected to the prize?"
"Not as far as I can tell."
Nearby to that group, another overheard, whispering to one another, occasionally throwing glances up to the bleachers holding the human bickering with the 40 year old mutant.
"Do you uh….do you think I can get in with him?"
"Maybe?? Wait, can we get a group discount you think, or-"
Then another group of ninja turtles overheard.
And another.
And then 5 more.
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Rook huffed, returning with arms laden with food.
"Nachos, bag of beef jerky and a gatorade?"
"That's mine!"
"Pretzel with salt and mustard, mini m&ms, and an icee?"
"Right here!"
"Monster, hot dog with honey aaaand a flavorless juice, since I saw they had some."
"Ah, thank you very much."
"Two bottles of apple juice, two pizza slices and a bag of flamin' hot cheetos."
"Gracias, Rook-a-dee!"
"And a large popcorn and the largest cup of Mountain Dew they can legally sell."
Leon blinked. "I didn't think you'd actually buy it for me."
"Path of least resistance. Now take your stuff, I have a gallon of sweet tea and some nachos to bust into."
The larger mutant rolled his eyes and took the treats before looking back at the busy field.
…What the hell were they all whispering about and looking up here for?
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