Anonymous asked: Shredder killed him. That's what happened.

Michelangelo’s eyes burst open… the memory of his father flashing over his mind as he stumbled back, tears forming in his eyes as he gripped his head.

"No… no… he couldn’t have. Leatherhead… he doesn’t matter to Shredder! and he would have kicked butt anyway, so I don’t buy it! It’s nothing but a stupid lie!"

Tears slowly began to stream down the turtle’s face, and he quickly wiped them away as he tried to force himself to calm down

"…. it’s got to be"

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Anonymous asked: If you had been there, Leatherhead wouldn't of died. You could've helped him. But you didn't, because you weren't there

((Yes. Good.))

"W-wasn’t there? Hey… hey wait a minute!"

"What are you talking about!? What happened to Leatherhead!?"

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doublekatana:

mikeybro2k12:

“Then… what?” Mikey said softly, running his wrist over his nose a second time and sniffing as he felt his nostrils start to drip. Leonardo… what did he mean by that? ‘history repeats itself’… had he had a similar run-in with a formidable foe?

Leonardo put his hand on the young turtles shoulder and smiled sympathetically. He removed his grip, and saying nothing, took a running leap into the shadows of the woods.

“W-wait!” Mikey called after as the blue banded turtle suddenly disappeared from his side and leapt into the shadow of the surrounding woods.

"Leo!…."

The chirping of distant crickets and the rustling of branches answered him. Mikey stood there near the steps of the farmhouse feeling alone… deathly alone. He glanced up at the golden window behind him, knowing of the eldest turtle that laid out of consciousness behind it, as well as his teammates who walked and talked about in utter concern.

Donatello going over injuries, April helping the scientist clean the wounds as Raph found consolation in venting to Casey.

"Case… do you think… will he’ll ever wake up?"

Mikey knew. Or at least, he felt a little more sure now as a hopeful smile came to his face. Leo… HIS Leo… was going to be okay. He had to be okay.

Same with Sensei of course, he was a master ninja… he’d survived shredder’s attacks three times now, a fourth shouldn’t be to big of a stretch. Karai too, given the time they need to rake together the cure.

Everything’s going to be okay

Mikey slowly walked back up the old wooden steps to the door of the farmhouse as he raised his arm and wiped the final few tears away from his eyes.

…we’re going to be okay

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subtleyetpsychotic asked: "I'm not fine at all..." (yo! :3)

subtleyetpsychotic:

mikeybro2k12:

((Whatuuup))

"You’re not?" Mikey said softly, cocking his head in confusion "What’s the problemo?"

((I’m gonna give this a shot. And I’m terrified :D))
What was the problemo?..
Oh he didn’t know. Exile to Northampton… losing Splinter. Leo who was still unconscious.
And an alien invasion that had ruined New York?
"And why are you complaining about this? Since when do you care about anything?" Raph said bitterly, still curled up in the corner of the van with his orange banded brother.

His brother’s responses sat like a rock in his stomach. In thinking Donatello was speaking purely in terms of physical injury Mikey had fished for a lighter expression, and ended up overcompensating.

"I- I meant your arm…" Michelangelo trailed off, nudging Raph in hopes of dissuading him from talking down Donatello’s unusual hint at tenderness "I… I thought you were talking about your arm. Is… is your wound feeling any better?"

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doublekatana:

mikeybro2k12:

The younger looked up, attention seemingly called by being referred to as “little brother.” Of course, in two second’s reflection, he found it made little difference to him… he was used being called little brother by his other sibling, and in a sense second Leo had come to become a big brother to him as well. His biggest brother.

"Experience?" He asked, tearflow finally slowing as he softly asked the one-word question,

"Hey, I’m here talking to you now right? If history repeats itself, then, well…." Leonardo left his words off there. It was true, the situation at hand for his multi-dimensional brother was very familiar. A bit different, but still familiar.

“Then… what?” Mikey said softly, running his wrist over his nose a second time and sniffing as he felt his nostrils start to drip. Leonardo… what did he mean by that? ‘history repeats itself’… had he had a similar run-in with a formidable foe?
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mikeybro2k12 asked: "Raph?" Mikey whispered as he scooted a little closer to his brother, the gentle rumble of the car beneath his shell had cast him back into awakening, concerns kept him in reality and the passing fields outside keeping his eyes glued to the windows "...you awake?"

raphaelthewarrior:

mikeybro2k12:

raphaelthewarrior:

raphaelthewarrior:

Grr..h-huh?” Raph was doze off in sleep mode until he felt a little nag on his shell. He open his eyes wide and looked around to see everyone in the back sound asleep except Mikey. “Hmm!? yeah.. now I am.” He said. Lifting a leg up to scratch his chin like a dog, but stop in embarrassment. 

"Ohh..ya didn’t see that.. Haha.." He replied in a tired tone.

"Mhmm.." He nodded as he put an arm behind his little brother’s neck; pulling him into a side hug. Raph was sorta tired still, but he didn’t mind staying up with the youngin for a lil while until he falls asleep. He stared out at the window gazing at the dark green grass that zig zag across a field and the full moon hiding in the shadows behind trees.

”..I can’t take all this mess, Mikey, that just happen last night. I’m about to have a breakdown soon.. Because I’ve been holding my feelings deep in my brain for far too long.. ya might as well throw me in a human crazy home.. Maybe by then I’ll feel less crazy and frightened.” He said. Turning his head towards the van window. His eyes where now puffy red as tears begin to slid down his cheek. He didn’t want anyone, or Mikey to see him crying because he believes that crying only makes you weak.

Mikey nuzzled up against his brother, eyes turned toward the floor in thought

"It’s okay to be a little crazy right now Raph, the world has become a little crazy itself, and it’s okay to be scared too because things have gotten scary, but… you shouldn’t be so quick to give up on yourself. We need you here… all of us."

Michelangelo’s gaze flickered over to Leonardo laying where Donnie had left him. Still unconscious, still unmoving, almost statuesque aside from the constant sigh of light breathing… one of the few remnant signs of life. Mikey swallowed a lump in his throat and turned back to rest his forehead against the side of Raphael’s plastron.

"We’re allowed to be emotional too. None of us are weak, we know that, we’ve proven that over and over and over again. You just… you just can’t snap. I Don’t think I could take anything else happening to anyone else, and neither could Donnie."

Raph turn his head to his little brother as their cheeks rub up against each other. “Thanks, bro, I’m sorry for talking crap about how I needed to be in a crazy home because of my temper..” His face flush a shade of red in embarrassment.  

"Its so hard not to snap when everything you know just happen before your eyes.. Maybe we were better off staying underground forever.. I sometimes regret going up top for many reasons, but there has to be a reason why things are happening today to us and others.. Like a prophecy.." He said rubbing his forehead in questioning. Raph knew it was good and wrong that he and his brothers went up to the surface for the very first time. They should of listen to Splinter. 

Yet, if they never bother to go up there things would go into choas and it would be too late to save everyone. So maybe it was a sign for them to rise from the shadows and defend their planet from all threats ahead and beyond. 

“Sometimes I wonder what’s directing us. I mean… ever since we just happened to save the April… who just happened to be the key to stopping the whole alien invasion thing on our first trip up top… I wonder if there is something or someone lining our family up like checkers pieces on a big complicated game board”

Mikey glanced up past the shadow of his brother’s face through the window and to the sky, his eys glistening with unreleased tears as they reflected the starlight streaming in from beyond the sillhouetted landscape.

"Or maybe it’s just the order of the world, ya know? We’re all certainly crazy enough and weird enough to get handed all the universe’s problems but… there’s only so much even weirdos like us can handle. We can only juggle so many peices until we trip over something and something breaks. I guess… we just ran out of time bro. I guess… something finally broke."

Mikey’s voice unintentionally cracked in his last sentence, and as he closed his eyes to hold off the building tears he ended up unintentionally making way for two streams to come dripping down each cheek and off of his chin.

"Stupid world"

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doublekatana:

mikeybro2k12:

Normally, in hearing Leo say such a promise, Michelangelo would feel a burden lift from his shoulders. However, now as he backed slowly out of the hug and worked to wipe the tears away from his face, he felt very little consolation in the matter.

Too much had gone wrong

"C-can I get that in writing?" Mikey said the slightest smile, a failed attempt to cover himself with a lighthearted quip that fell flat.

"I speak from experience, little brother."

The younger looked up, attention seemingly called by being referred to as “little brother.” Of course, in two second’s reflection, he found it made little difference to him… he was used being called little brother by his other sibling, and in a sense second Leo had come to become a big brother to him as well. His biggest brother.

"Experience?" He asked, tearflow finally slowing as he softly asked the one-word question,

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