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*peeks out from behind my bed* "Huh, it's been tho long i was away from this Fandome, and I've read maybe 4 Fanfiction's ? the past year? Shame on me. Here's another Crossover FF. Have fun!" (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 

Ps: My laptop died of old age, so everything is with my Phone written.

PPS:I couldn't sleep so I instead wrote this, Guys I had to search up how the tmnt12 bedrooms looked alike and well the only one who hadn't his room showed was Donatello because he's a Lab napper 

A big hug and thanks to Wolf_reads, who pointed out to me that I had some lines in triplicate, I have spent the last 6 hours revising the entire chapter.  

The air is warm, but there is an unnatural stillness to it, a stark contrast to the usual bustle of the city. Below, the streets are deserted. The usual scene of moving lights is replaced by an unsettling emptiness. The only sounds are the distant, echoing footsteps of Krangs and Crimson Dragons carrying out their sinister plans in the shadows, and perhaps the occasional Foot Bot.

The sky from the last hues of night to the glow of sunrise. The fading night sky is a deep, velvety blue, speckled with stars that gradually fade in the rising light. The horizon is painted with a symphony of colors; deep reds and oranges mix with lighter pinks and purples. Higher up, the sky takes on soft blues that herald the dawn. The skyscrapers around you stand like silent, imposing sentinels, their windows dark and empty, adding to the sense of desolation.

In the distance, the iconic silhouette of the Empire State Building looms, its spire glowing faintly in the early morning light. The streets are still empty, bathed in the delicate and surreal hues of early dawn, casting long shadows that enhance the serene, almost eerie stillness of the city.

Splinter sat in his chambers, surrounded by ancient scrolls and weapons. His eyes were closed in prayer as he paid homage to his beloved Tang Shen at her shrine, where he had laid fresh flowers and burned incense. Feeling her presence guiding him, he smiled softly.

His chambers were his sanctuary of wisdom and history, filled with relics of his past and symbols of his devotion to his family and the art of ninjutsu. His meditation room was decorated with elaborate tapestries depicting legendary battles and honorable warriors. Weapons of all kinds hung on the walls - katanas, nunchakus and shuriken - each carefully maintained and ready for training. As he looked at them, he remembered when his sons, just Tots, had held them in their little hands when he first began training them at a their young age.

Splinter rose from his meditation posture and gently ran his fingers over a worn photograph of Tang Shen. The shrine was a place of comfort where he often sought guidance in the memory of his beloved. He whispered a silent promise to continue to protect and guide their boys, drawing strength from the love they had shared. Little did he know that sometimes his tough love was too much for his short-tempered son Raphael. It was easy to forget that sometimes tough love wasn't the right thing to do.

As the sweet and spicy incense enveloped him, he felt the familiar energy of his sons slowly awakening, ready to begin a new day of training and challenging. He smoothed his robe, a garment that symbolized his role as both father and mentor, and made his way to the kitchen to greet his sons with the calm and unflappable presence that characterized him, rather than what was inside him-a broken old man who could no longer protect them from his greatest enemy and had to hope the four were ready for anything.

It was Leonardo who was the first to wake up. His room was neat, almost Spartan, with a few books and writings that inspired him. Two wooden training katanas, visibly worn over the years but still one of his most precious treasures, given to him by Splinter along with his mask, hung on the left wall of his bed. On one of the nightstands beside his bed was a model ship from his favorite cartoon series. A picture of a venerable kungfu master decorated the wand above.

 A blue blanket covered his bed. Leo, being the conscientious and responsible leader that he was, sat up and enjoyed a moment of silence before deciding to wake his brothers. He checked his swords and took a deep breath, ready for the new day that meant so much, he ran through all the possibilities in his head of what and if they could start patrolling today and how Raph or Mikey could screw it up, sometimes Leo just didn't understand that as a group they were stronger than the individual ninja turtle shouting orders. His room was the first one on the right.

Leonardo crept quietly down the hall, glancing at his brothers' rooms as he passed. Mikey's, the first on the left, was a chaotic mess of action figures, drawings, and the smell of various snacks. Next was Donatello's room, crammed with gadgets, computers, and diagrams of various inventions. And the last room was Raphael's, the biggest of them all. Leo shook his head and braced himself for the inevitable scene that would await him as soon as he woke up; mornings were rarely easy.

Raphael slowly opened his eyes in his usual grumpy morning mood. He yawned and stretched, wincing as his joints creaked. He looked around his room, enjoying the familiar sight of his worn-out punching bag, stacks of comic books, and some discarded workout clothes. He wasn't looking forward to another day of training. His room was decorated with action-packed movie posters (some in Japanese), a bed with tiger-print sheets, a boombox on concrete blocks, and a drum kit from Charred Walls.

A Choco-Log alarm clock ticked quietly. Raph's eyes wandered over the posters and the drum kit. He picked up the photo of Spike and smiled, tightening the bandana around his face with practiced fingers. After gathering his thoughts, he made his way out of his room when he heard Leo's footsteps. Raphs walked past a can of bug spray marked "broken" because he had an extreme fear of cockroaches, and unfortunately the sewers were all too often swarming with his personal demons.

As Raphael stepped into the hallway, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight of Leo's perfectly tidy room. He muttered, "Oh yes. Of course he's up, all perfectly dressed." He yawned and stretched his arms, feeling the familiar ache in his muscles from their intense training and patrolling the day before, he let out another extra-long sigh and headed to the dojo for the warm-up kata they did before breakfast.

Donatello's laboratory, where he would sometimes lie over a project when he slept, was a haven for his inventions. It was neat and organized, filled with books on various sciences and arts. His collection of equipment and tools lay neatly and tidily categorized on a table. Numerous computer monitors lined one wall, occasionally flickering to show the progress of his experiments. Above his desk hung a large cork board covered with blueprints for various projects. On one of the shelves were various small mechanical parts in neatly numbered containers, each organized by size and function. In one corner stood Timothy's tank, or as it was known, a barrel full of ug-lay.

Donatello took a moment to stretch, his muscles aching from hours spent hunched over his workstation. He looked at a half-finished machine, its innards a tangle of wires and circuits. He made mental notes of the areas he needed to improve before his train of thought was interrupted by his brother Raph who yawned in the corridor, Donnie sighed, coffee, he needed coffee, his elixir of life, he sat back on his desk chair, a little wistful look at his project that was supposed to be just a little game for him, a break from all the repairs he still had to do, like the toaster, Mikey had called it Burn-ey after it started burning for the 4th time when Leo used it.

Michelangelo's room was a whirlwind of color and chaos, an eclectic mix that only he could pull off. If you were to take a tour, it would be like stepping into a funhouse. Posters of his favorite sci-fi movies and comic book heroes covered every inch of the walls. They provided a vibrant backdrop to the scene. The centerpiece was a life-size cardboard cutout of his old idol, Chris Bradford, striking a fierce pose. He didn't have the heart to throw it away after Bradford betrayed him.

In one corner of the room, action figures were on parade, their dramatic stances frozen in epic battle. Stacks of comic books were scattered about, some open to his favorite pages. Pizza boxes, remnants of late-night snacks, formed a makeshift fort around his bed, which had a helmet-shaped headboard adorned with a pirate flag - because why not? A cracked surfboard hung on the wall, a relic of his attempts at street surfing, and an old cathode ray tube television sat in another corner, a testament to his love of retro gaming. The sea turtle rug under his bed added a quirky touch, making the floor look like a mini beach scene. Skateboards, each with different stickers and designs, leaned against the walls, ready for his next adventure.

In the midst of this organized chaos, Mikey, the happy and playful free spirit, was snuggled up in his blanket. He was awakened by Leonardo pulling the covers off of him. "Morning already?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes and looking around his room. His carefree personality shone through the clutter, each item a reflection of his exuberant and fun-loving nature.Mikey yawned and stretched, "Leo, can't a turtle get some extra snooze time?" He sat up in his bed, the tangled sheets wrapped around him like a cocoon. "But seriously," he said, "I had the strangest dream about pizza. Like, imagine a pizza the size of the Empire State Building!" He chuckled as he imagined it. "That would be a masterpiece!"Leo just rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. "You dream about pizza more than you dream about being a ninja," he teased, pulling him out of bed with a gentle tug. Mikey stumbled to his feet, still half asleep, and followed Leo into the dojo.

The dojo was a stark contrast to Mikey's room - neat, orderly, and filled with the sounds of training. Raph was already going through his katas, his movements precise and powerful. Donnie was meditating in a corner, his face calm and focused. He cracked an eye open and looked at the two newcomers."Come on, Mikey," Leo said, giving him a gentle nudge. "Time to get serious."Mikey groaned, but couldn't help smiling. "All right, all right. But after this, we're definitely getting pizza."

Meanwhile, Splinter was the first to arrive in the kitchen, preparing some tea. He glanced at the empty seats at the table, knowing that his sons would arrive sooner or later. A sense of anticipation filled the air as he waited patiently for his children to join him. Like every morning for the past 15 years, Splinter's mind wandered to his Miwa. How was she? What was her morning routine? These thoughts of Miwa brought a bittersweet warmth to his heart. His heart longed for the last part of his beloved Tang Sheng, Miwa or rather Karai bore a striking resemblance to her mother and it hurt his old, tired heart that Miwa did not die in the fire 16 years ago but was raised by Oroku and manipulated against him.

The sound of his four sons chattering in the hallway and the dojo pulled Splinter from his thoughts. A slight chuckle escaped him as he heard Raph grumbling about getting up early while Mikey tried to justify staying in bed later. Leonardo's steady, confident steps were in stark contrast to the boisterous energy of his brothers. Donatello's voice carried a hint of fatigue, evidence of a late night of tinkering.

 Splinter heard his sons bantering in the dojo. He concentrated on the task at hand - making his morning tea. The subtle sounds of stirring and the aroma of freshly brewed tea were soothing, a familiar comfort in his routine. And then Splinter heard a fizzing sound like a soda can being opened. Yellow and blue sparkles appeared at one point in the kitchen, and then a large blue-orange portal with earthy colors in the center materialized, almost like a gate.

A slim turtle face with a short blue bandana tail around the face and red circles underneath, pale lime green skin, and the features of a red-eared slider protruding from the gate, with pale yellow stripe-like markings running down its thighs and arms, two on the sides of its shoulder blades and two on its thighs. He has two red crescent-shaped markings on the outer edges of his eyes, a goldenrod yellow plastron, and a dull blue-gray carapace with a darker outer trim around the edges. A three-digit steel blue pattern resembling the curly bracket symbol {} is plastered on the back. His onyx eyes are often slanted, adding to his teasing and "up to no good" demeanor.

He blinked when he saw the tea-drinking rat and asked, "Um, so... you from Jersey?" he asked with a shy demeanor, stunned by the tall, neatly dressed ratman who at first glance looked like any old sensei he had ever seen and a little bit of Barry, but just because of the rope and the stoic look in the man's eye, he felt something pushing him from behind his shell.

There was a commotion from his side, and he stumbled out of the gate along with three others. The Slider fell face down on the kitchen floor. The second figure, dark green-skinned with the features of an ornate box turtle, landed on its shell with a grunt. It has a bright yellow plastron, a blue-gray shell with a darker outer border, and a bright sunflower yellow pattern on its back that resembles the curly bracket symbol {}. Matching yellow spots with faint orange outlines adorn his shoulder blades and thighs. His onyx eyes are more doe-like, reflecting his role as the youngest brother. He wears a carrot-orange mask with a short, slightly curved bandana tail, matching ankle-length stockings, wristbands, kneepads with silly red faces on them, and a rust-brown harness with a turtle emblem over his heart. He let out a soft "Owww. Man, the last time I landed this hard was when I messed up with my Ollie!"

The third, lankier figure stumbled out with a quack and a hiss, landing on top of the already prone individuals. With dark jade green skin and the features of a spiny soft-shell turtle, he was the third largest of the group.His tanned ochre plastron glinted in the dim light, a stark contrast to the flattened olive carapace with dark green spots. Beneath this shell, his visible vertebrae protruded, giving him a strangely intimidating appearance. For added protection, he often wrapped his armor in a custom battle shell.He wore two purple 8-bit square markings on each side of his thighs and shoulders.

An indigo purple mask covered his upper face, with two pairs of square tufted bandana tails tied at the back, and expressive eyebrows drawn in marker on the mask itself added an extra layer of personality. Asymmetrical steel goggles with mismatched red and blue lenses perched atop his nose, giving him the air of a tech-savvy genius.His outfit was completed with fingerless wrist-length gloves, matching purple tights, striped knee and elbow pads, and a silver tech gauntlet. A purple belt with a turtle emblem in the center cinched his waist, and a sleek purple shell construction on his back housed a Titan Bo - a weapon that was both staff and tool.Splinter, unfamiliar with this version of Donatello, raised his eyebrows at the sight of so much technology.

Finally, the fourth and largest figure stumbled out of the gate before it closed, landing beak first on the others. With fern green skin and the features of an alligator snapper, he is the tallest member of the team. He has a large, bulky physique, with three fingers on each hand and two toes on each foot. His large golden-orange plastron has two spiked edges, and his dark green carapace has three dorsal ridges.

Matching spines are on his shoulders, with single spines protruding from his elbows. His onyx eyes are paired with pale yellow sclerae and teeth, and a prominent snaggletooth resides in the upper right. He wears a bright arsenal red durag-like bandana with torn tails, matching red compression cuffs on his elbows, shorts, and belt with a turtle emblem in the center. He also has white adhesive bandages on his plastron, left forearm, and right calf, as well as longer black bandages wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

Splinter's eyes widened in surprise, his tea nearly spilling out of his cup. The sight of four unfamiliar tortoises stumbling out of a portal in his kitchen was utterly startling. He stepped back and scanned them up and down, taking in their distinct appearance, colors, and sizes. "Who are you...?" he asked, his voice a mixture of caution and curiosity.

His eyes scanned each of the newcomers, taking in their different appearances and unexpected similarities to his own sons. He noted their clothing, their markings, and their expressions, all of which told a story of their own. His eyes were glued to the weapons, too many similarities to be a coincidence.

The room was filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity as the newcomers gathered. Splinter's mind raced with questions, but he knew it was important to remain calm. "You have entered a place of peace and training," he continued, his tone firm yet welcoming. "State your intentions and how you came to be here." He repeated himself.

There was a grunt from the red-eared slider under the pile of turtles, and then the smallest turtle, resembling a box turtle, rubbed its head gently, a shy smile on its face and a charming gap between its teeth. He spoke first, his voice betraying youth and a hint of nervousness. "Uh, h-hey there, sir. Didn't mean to drop in unannounced like this," he said, pushing himself into a sitting position. "We were kind of..."

The slider turtle next to him, a bright red, chimed in, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "We've been doing some dimension hopping. You know, like you do."Before he could speak again, however, the bulky turtle with the red durag, now probably identified as Raphael, spoke up. "Wait, Leo," Raphael interrupted, his rough voice gruff but his eyes softening with a hint of understanding. "Let me handle this. This is an inter-dimensional situation. Remember Donnie's board with the different dimensions and the turtles and the explanation of Toni Pizzeria and Pizzeria Toni?" He said, helping the box turtle up, who still looked a little dazed. They heard an "affirmative" expressionless grunt from the Purple Turtle.

Leo nodded and stepped back, allowing Raphael to take the lead. "Exactly," Raphael continued, turning his attention to Splinter. "We're from another dimension, another version of this world. As Leo told you, we're still mutated ninja turtles, and you're still our father and sensei, but things are... different. We ended up here by accident. So sorry, I guess, but we meant no harm or danger to you," he said, still lying on the pile of turtles, almost acting as a shield. Splinter was impressed by this protectiveness.

Ass everthing sacked in his eyes widened slightly as he took in the information again. His mind raced with possibilities, but his expression remained calm and collected. "I see," he said slowly, "Please, continue," Splinter urged, his voice steady, and the smallest Turtle chimed in, his voice still laced with youth and a hint of nervousness. "Yeah, it's kind of a parallel universe thing," he explained, his eyes darting from Splinter's face to the ground and back again. "We call our dimension the Rise Dimension." Splinter's eyes were almost glued to this version of Michelangelo, so much more colorful than his own son is, with all those stickers.

Before the bulky alligator snapping turtle could add anything, the commotion had caught the attention of Splinter's own sons. They rushed into the kitchen, their expressions a mixture of confusion and curiosity, ready to confront whatever was causing the disturbance. Leo, with his blue bandana, stood tall with one hand on his katana, his demeanor radiating seriousness. His armor had the look of well-worn armor, with scars from countless battles complementing his muscular build and thick thighs that radiated strength. Stepping forward first, he sought clarity with a sharp, "Sensei, what is happening?" His eyes darted between the unfamiliar turtles and Splinter, searching for answers. Like a lost child, his eyes narrowed on the slim turtle with the blue bandana, //Was this a bad attempt at imposture?// he asked himself.

Raph, clad in his red bandanna, joined quickly, his stance defensive and his muscles taut, reflecting his ever-watchful nature. His skin had a rough texture, scarred from numerous skirmishes, and his thick arms and legs were a testament to his strength. "Who are these guys?" he asked in a gravelly voice, his gaze filled with suspicion. His eyes were glued to the biggest one, the beak looked sharp and the spikes could do some damage if the big one attacked them, he held his sai in a tighter grip. Ready to lash out when needed.

Adjusting his purple bandana, Donnie scanned the scene. His slender build suggested agility over brute force, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks gave him a unique charm. His gap-toothed smile flashed briefly as he processed the uncanny resemblance. "This can't be... Are they... us, but different?" he wondered aloud, his mind swirling with possibilities.Mikey, with his bright orange bandana, peeked out from behind his brothers, embodying his usual carefree spirit. His skin was speckled with freckles, and his bright eyes sparkled with excitement. His playful grin revealed a mischievous side, and his muscular yet flexible frame reflected his prowess in combat. "Wow, this is like... a mirror universe! Cool!" he exclaimed in amazement.

Raphael, the more aggressive turtle, rolled his eyes at Mikey's enthusiasm. The non-resident Raphael spoke first, unlike to resident Raph's gruff demeanor, his was softer almost Parental. "We came here by accident while trying to defeat the Krang. We're still turtles, still your sons, but things are different in our world." His Donatello added, his voice calm and serious. "When we realized what had happened, we managed to stabilize the portal and come through. We weren't sure what we would find, but then we saw... you." The red-eared slider clapped his hands. "Okay, first nicknames for Moi and my brothers - you can keep yours," he said to the resident turtles. "Okay, mine are Neon Leon, Primetime, Blue, or Captain Bluemask. Then there's Donnie," he pointed to the lanky turtle who hissed at him, clearly unimpressed."Rude, but okay, his nicknames are Purple, Purple Rain, Donnie-D, Don Ton, or Othello Von Ryan." The red-eared slider said cheekily, much more relaxed than Resident Lame-O-Nardo infront of him.

He then pointed to the box turtle, who gave them a big smile. "Mikey here - you must choose Orange, Magic Mike or Maxwelton. And finally, my beloved big brother with his gap," he said, pointing to the largest turtle with deep worry lines on his forehead. "His nicknames are Red, Big Red, R-Dawg, Raph-a-Roni, Red King, Bossman or Raph-a-la."

Splinter's sons stood there, processing the information with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. The room was filled with an electric tension as the two groups of turtles stared at each other, realizing that they were indeed counterparts from different dimensions. Splinter himself felt a surge of mixed emotions - relief, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility to help these newcomers. "Welcome to our home," Splinter finally said, his voice filled with a mixture of warmth and authority. "We will do all we can to help you return to your dimension. But first, let us sit down and talk. There is much we need to understand about each other."

Blue, flashed a cheeky grin. "We appreciate the hospitality. And thanks for not freaking out too much about the whole 'alternate universe' thing," he said, making air quotes with his fingers. Red, Raph's bulkier counterpart, nodded in agreement, his deep voice rumbling. "Yeah, talking is good. We have questions, and I bet you do, too." Once the initial introductions were over, the resident turtles stepped forward, their curiosity getting the better of them. Leonardo, the leader of the resident turtles, cleared his throat and addressed the newcomers. "So, you are a different species of turtle from us. Can you explain why, and what is the reason for your nicknames?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and cautious optimism.

Blue, finally crawling out from under the pile of turtles, took a step forward. "Sure," he began. "In our dimension, we're all different species of turtles, which gives us our unique characteristics and abilities. It's just one of the many differences in our world. As for the nicknames, it's mostly a way to differentiate us and keep things fun. Plus, it helps with the whole "team dynamic" thing. I mean, they're our bandana colors, and sometimes it's funny when a Vilian asks us our names and we come up with the bandana colors like a retro boy band.

Michelangelo from the Resident Team couldn't contain his excitement. "Wow, that's so rad! So, are there any other differences? Like, do you have different personalities or fighting styles?" he asked eagerly, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Orange, from the other dimension, grinned broadly. "You bet, dude! We have our own quirks and styles. It keeps things interesting. And believe me, the nicknames make it a lot easier when things get messy."

Donatello, the resident tech genius, adjusted his glasses and leaned in with interest. "And this portal technology, how did you stabilize it? What kind of power source are you using?" he asked, his mind already buzzing with technical questions.

Purple, Donnie's counterpart, grinned and replied, "Oh, it's a mix of quantum mechanics and good old-fashioned tinkering and a secret energy that's now running low. I can show you the specs later if you're interested."

Raphael, from both the local team and the newcomers, shared a knowing look. Despite their hard exterior, there was an unspoken understanding between them. "All right," resident Raphael said, his voice a little softer.

"Let's work this out together. We'll help you get back to your dimension." The room was filled with a sense of camaraderie as the two groups of turtles began to exchange stories and experiences. Splinter watched with a sense of pride and hope, knowing that this extraordinary encounter would only strengthen the bonds between them.

Blue stepped forward, eager to explain. "All right, so the portal was actually created with a combination of my Ninpo and Orange's mystical energy. In our world, we have these special abilities that are somehow tied to our inner spirit and ancient magic. It's actually pretty cool."

The resident turtles exchanged puzzled glances, trying to grasp the concepts of Ninpo and mystical energy. Leonardo, always the strategic thinker, spoke up. "Ninpo like ninjutsu? and mystic energy? We don't have anything like that in our world. Can you explain how it works?"

Orange grinned broadly, excited to share. "Sure thing, bro! Ninpo is like this ancient ninja magic that taps into our inner spirit. It lets us do all kinds of awesome stuff. And mystic energy is, well, like... supercharged magical powers! Think of it as "tapping into the magic of the universe.

Donatello's eyes widened, clearly fascinated. "So you combined those energies to stabilize the portal and travel between dimensions? That's incredible. I'd like to see the technical details behind that."

Purple nodded. "Yes, it's a mixture of ancient magic and advanced technology. I can show you the schematics later, but it's a pretty wild combination of science and mysticism. Even if I use Ninpo or Mystic, my tech will always be superior," he tapped his fingers on the screen of his gauntlet.

Resident Michelangelo couldn't contain his excitement. "Wow, this is totally awesome! So you guys are like ninja wizards?" he exclaimed, jumping up and down with contagious enthusiasm. His voice was filled with wonder and a hint of jealousy, and his eyes sparkled with glee. The sight of the new Donatello and its advanced equipment had clearly captured Mikey's imagination. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, his energy lighting up the room like fireworks.

Orange laughed. "Yeah, you could say that! It certainly makes things interesting."Red, Raph's larger counterpart, chimed in, his voice gruff but warm. "But it's not all sunshine and rainbows in our world. We have enemies and challenges of our own."Mikey from the Resident Team nodded enthusiastically. "I totally get that! We've had our share of craziness too. You wouldn't believe the stuff we've been through." His eyes widened dramatically, making everyone laugh at his animated expression.

Splinter was both intrigued and impressed by the explanation of the different energies they possessed. It was a concept he had never encountered before, and he could tell that his sons were just as curious. "I see... This is indeed a unique and fascinating concept," he said, his voice steady. "The idea of combining ancient magic with advanced technology is quite amazing. I would like to know more about this 'Ninpo' and 'Mystic Energy'." Meanwhile, Raphael couldn't stop staring at this bulky, seemingly much calmer version of himself. Why did he end up with the short genes?

Red cleared his throat, ready to explain. "Hamato Ninpo is an ancient mystical power derived from a very powerful source of unknown origin, created by Hamato Karai, daughter of Oroku Saki. Over 500 years ago, Saki was the leader of the Foot Clan. His clan was prosperous and at peace until it was invaded by another clan that overwhelmed the Foot with its violence. Desperate to prevent the extinction of his clan, Saki made a deal with the Krang, who forged an unstoppable mystical armor called the Kuroi Yōroi. He used this armor to defeat the rival clan with ease. However, the armor eventually swallowed his soul and corrupted him. The Kuroi Yōroi later gained sentience before taking full control of Saki's mind and soul to complete its genocidal conquest of humanity, resulting in the creation of the Shredder. Under the demon's influence, he turned the Foot into a clan that committed acts of terrorism and destruction throughout Japan. His daughter, Karai, then forged the Hamato Clan to fight against the tyranny of the Demon and the Foot. The Shredder was defeated by the Hamato Clan through Karai's use of the Hamato Clan's fighting technique called the Hamato Ninpō and a mystical blade, as "no mortal weapon could harm the Shredder". She sealed them both in the Twilight Realm, forcing them into unspeakable horrors, while the armor was spread across the globe to prevent the Shredder's return, making the art exclusive to the Hamato Clan. It's called the Hamato Essence, a kind of life force passed down through generations of the clan. Hamato Ninpo sometimes gives its practitioners access to the collective power of past Hamato Clan members, bestowing a large amount of mystical energy that grants various superhuman abilities. In addition to the basic superhuman powers granted by Hamato Ninpo, users often possess an additional ability, such as technology generation. The technique is unlocked by fully connecting and trusting in one's family."

He continued, "For example, I can replicate myself, Purple can create time gateways, and Blue can teleport with his swords. It requires a deep connection to the family and a lot of energy. Purple, as they say, can do technology generation. Too much use can take a toll on the body, such as Orange, who suffers severe injuries with long-term healing due to the strain.

The turtles looked at their counterparts in fascination, their eyes wide with amazement. "Wow," Leonardo muttered, trying to comprehend what he had just heard. "Teleporting," he repeated, as if saying it out loud would make it more real.Donatello adjusted his glasses, his analytical mind racing. "Time gateways," he murmured, a hint of excitement and curiosity in his voice. "The possibilities are endless."

The local turtles and Splinter were still in shock. Karai was the founder of the Hamato clan in this alternate dimension? The Shredder was related? Splinter paled beneath his brown fur, overwhelmed by the revelations.Splinter regained his composure and addressed the Ascension brothers. "Your world is indeed remarkable, and filled with unique challenges. We have much to learn from one another. Let us work together to understand these differences and find a way to help you return home."

The resident turtles, still processing the information, nodded in agreement. The room was filled with a sense of unity and shared purpose as they prepared to delve deeper into the mysteries of their intertwined destinies.Leonardo, the resident leader, took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the alternate brothers. "Thank you for sharing your history. It's clear that our worlds are very different, both in our abilities and in the people we fight."

After a moment of settling down, Raph looked at the turtles from the other universe. "So, to be clear, your Karai is the founder of the Hamato's, not Splinter's daughter who went missing?"Red nodded. "Yeah, we don't have a blood sister, but we do have April. She's like our big sister," he said with a tender smile.Splinter's eyes widened in surprise. "So, in your world, the Hamato family line was carried through my daughter Karai?" he asked, a mixture of confusion and melancholy in his voice.Leonardo chimed in, trying to hide his awe. "That's quite a turn of events. But it makes sense in a way." He added, always the leader. "Okay, now that we have a better understanding of the situation, let's figure out how to get you back. Any ideas?"

"I might have a few" Donatello mutters, a spark of excitement in his eyes.

Orange, always the ideas turtle, spoke up. "Well, since we got here through an unstable portal, we can use that to get back, right?" Blue nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, but we have to stabilize it properly this time to make sure we don't end up in another random dimension."

Purole adjusted her goggles and thought about the logistics. "If we can recreate the same conditions that brought us here, we should be able to create a stable portal. It might take some tinkering and some resources."

Donatello, the resident engineering genius, jumped in. "I can help with that. We have some advanced technology here that might come in handy. Together, we should be able to stabilize the portal and get you back home."

"that sounds like it could work" Leonardo replied with a nod.

Red, with his calm demeanor, added, "We also need to make sure we have enough power to maintain the portal long enough for all of us to get through safely." Splinter watched his sons - both sets of them - work together with a sense of pride and hope. "Very well," he said. "Let us gather the necessary resources and prepare to stabilize the portal. With all your skills combined, I am confident we will succeed." Red sighed and rubbed his temple. "Donnie, how long will it take to replenish our Ninpo? I feel like it's on its last ounce of fuel. There isn't much of it in this universe." Purple adjusted her goggles and thought for a moment. "It's true, without the abundance of mystical energy we're used to, our Ninpo reserves are running low. It could take a while to recharge them, especially in a dimension that isn't our own."

The resident turtles and Splinter were still processing, their minds reeling from the revelations. As they blinked in unison, the reality of their situation began to sink in.Donatello, always the voice of reason, spoke up, his tone calm and measured. "The only way to replenish mystical energy is to find its source."Mikey, always quick to ask questions, tilted his head in curiosity. "So, a mystical object?"Donatello nodded, adjusting his glasses thoughtfully. "Yeah, like a crystal or a relic or something."Leonardo, ever the strategist, stepped in, his eyes narrowing. "If that's the case, we need to find one of those objects. It might be our best chance to get you back home and help you regain your full strength."Raph, his arms crossed, looked thoughtful. "All right, so where do we start looking for something like that? Any ideas?"

Purple sighed and rubbed her beak thoughtfully. "In our world, we've traced mystical energies to the Hidden City - a city full of natural-born mutants. It's in a pocket dimension beneath our New York. When we can't get mystic energy from our dimension, it naturally replenishes what we need, but it takes about a week."The four resident turtles and Splinter blinked, trying to comprehend the idea of a hidden city of mutants beneath New York.

The turtles look at them, "You're kidding, there's a whole freaking city of mutants under your New York?" Donatello asked with a look of disbelief.

Red began, his voice gruff but warm, "Actually, I was captured by the Hidden City police. They mistook me for someone named Heinous Green. The cells were no joke - cold, dark, and heavily guarded. It seemed there was no way out. But then I met the Mud Dogs, a band of renegade mutants. Together we managed to break out. It was messy, but we made it."

Purple chuckled and added his own story. "As for me, I was banished from Witchtown after a little incident. I was showing off some of my tech, trying to impress the locals. But they were praying to this monster with worms, and my demonstration accidentally destroyed part of the town. They weren't too happy about it."Orange and Blue joined in, their voices overlapping with excitement. "And don't forget our time at Run of the Mill Pizza!" Orange said with a laugh. "We were waiters there for a while, under the watchful eye of Señor Hueso, the skeleton Yokai. It was hard work, balancing orders and dealing with strange customers."Blue nodded, sharing the feeling. "Yes, it was hard. But it taught us a lot about multitasking and dealing with stress. Still, I'd rather be out fighting bad guys than serving pizza."The resident turtles listened in awe, their eyes wide with fascination. "You guys have been through some wild stuff," Donatello remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"This is definitely a lot better than our adventures in the sewers," Mikey muttered, and the other turtles nodded in agreement. But something nagged at Leo, his eyes fixed on the Rise variant of himself.Blue, always optimistic, added, "Getting back to the point, we'll figure it out together. With all of us working on it, we'll find a way to get our Ninpo up and running again."Leonardo, who couldn't stand the relaxed attitude anymore, slammed his hand down on the table. "Stop all this! Aren't you supposed to be the oldest, the leader?"The Rise brothers and his own brothers were shocked and stared at Leonardo. Blue looked confused. "Like what? No, I'm like the third oldest. I only became the leader two years ago. Before that, it was always our big brother Red. I'm only the leader because I'm the face man," he said, striking the "Blue Steel" pose from the Zoolander movie. "I'm good at working under stress, while Purple is the science and planning guy, Red is the protective and smashing guy, and Orange is the peanut butter eating with his fingers and scouting guy."The room fell silent as the resident turtles processed this revelation. Leonardo's frustration was evident, but so was the determination in his eyes.

Leonardo looked at Blue in confusion, barely able to believe what he was hearing. "What about responsibility? You should be the one making the tough decisions and setting an example for your brothers!"Blue's answer made Leonardo even more frustrated. He had always been so responsible and to hear that Blue was the leader just because he was good at making decisions under pressure didn't make any sense to him.Blue sighed, sensing Leonardo's distress. "Bro, chill. I'm 16. I'm the younger half of Purple's twin. Red has been in charge since we were kids, as the oldest of us. He's 18 now."Leonardo clenched his fists, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. "But... how do you manage? Doesn't it feel like a huge weight on your shoulders?"Donnie spoke up, his analytical mind at work. "Yeah, I mean, having that much responsibility sounds like a lot for someone your age."Blue nodded, his expression serious.

"It is, but we all share the load. Leadership on our team isn't about one tortoise carrying everything. We all have our roles-I'm good under pressure, but I rely on Purple's plans, Red's protection, and Orange's scouting. We support each other."Leonardo looked at Red and then back at Blue, realizing that leadership in their world was more divided. It seemed that the responsibility was spread out so that no one turtle had to carry the entire burden alone. This revelation sparked a thought in Leonardo and his brothers and gave them a new perspective on leadership.

Splinter placed a hand on Leonardo's shoulder, his voice calm but firm. "Leonardo, remember that leadership is not always about age. There are different types of leaders, and sometimes the ones you least expect can surprise you."Leonardo's eyes flickered to Red, who stood stoically, his stature and demeanor exuding a quiet strength. The realization that the eldest of his alternates was the big, bulky tortoise who was also the former leader shook Leo to the core, making him feel somewhat inadequate.Blue chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah, that sounds pretty wild, huh? Well, I became leader because I'm good under pressure and quick on my feet. Our father, Splinter, saw something in me that I didn't see in myself. Before that, Red was our leader and he did all the heavy lifting. Now I lead, but we still work as a team. Everyone has their role."

Purple nodded in agreement. "Yes, we each have our strengths. Red's the protector, Mikey's the scout and morale booster, and I'm the brains behind the tech and plans. Blue is the one who brings us all together when the going gets tough."Leonardo took a deep breath, absorbing this new perspective on leadership. "I guess there's always more than one way to lead," he admitted, his voice softer. "Thanks for sharing that."Blue gave him a reassuring smile. "No problem. We're all in this together, and we'll find a way to make it work."Leonardo and Donatello exchanged glances, trying to process this unconventional leadership structure. It was so different from their own, yet it seemed to be working well for the Rise brothers. Leonardo shook his head in disbelief. "But it doesn't make sense. Raphs are aggressive hotheads who can't lead a team. Trust me, I know from experience," he said, his voice rising with frustration. Resident Raph frowned, his temper flaring. "What did you just say?" he growled, stepping towards Leonardo. "You think I can't lead?"

Donatello steps in before Leonardo can answer, "What he means to say is... it seems Red here is more reserved and less temperamental," Donatello said as he looked at the tortoises, "Our Raph is more... reckless and aggressive," Donatello finished, and Leonardo nodded in agreement with Donatello's explanation.

The tension in the room escalated as Leonardo and Resident Raph faced off, both glaring at each other. The argument quickly turned into a heated exchange, with neither willing to back down. Suddenly, Red stepped in, grabbing both of them by the necks and lifting them off the ground. His deep, calm growl cut through the chaos. "Stop," he commanded, his voice full of authority. Leonardo and Raph stopped struggling, shocked into silence by Red's sheer strength and calm demeanor. He put them down gently but firmly, making it clear that the fight was over.

Leonardo and Raph fell silent after a minute, looking down at the ground in shame and embarrassment at being scolded by Red.Splinter, watching the scene, addressed Resident Raph sternly. "Raphael, you must control your temper. Such behavior does not befit a ninja." Resident Raph looked down, chastened by Splinter's words. But Leonardo couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. It seemed like Splinter was always blaming Raph and not him, even though they were both at fault. Red, still holding on to Leonardo and Resident Raph, spoke up.

"Why scolding only Raphael? Leonardo started it by saying that his own brother couldn't lead his team. In what environment did you experience that?" Resident Raph spat, "We were fighting some bad guys and I argued with Leo that I would be a better leader. He had enough and left us there, and well, Mikey and Donnie got hurt."

Donatello remembered the episode well, "Leonardo started it..." Donatello says and Leonardo looks at him, "What are you..." Leonardo says then stops, realizing that this was not the time for them to argue, "Yes, I did start it..." Leonardo replies in a low voice and looks down again.

Orange, who had been watching from the side, stepped in with his "Doctor Delicate Touch" persona and addressed both Leonardo and Splinter. "Leo, you can't blame everything on Raph. You left your team, and that led to Mikey and Donnie getting hurt. And Splinter, it's not fair to blame Raph alone. Leadership and teamwork is about working together and supporting each other." The room fell silent as everyone processed Orange's words.

The contrast between the dynamics of the two teams became more apparent. Donatello and Leonardo were speechless. They couldn't believe how Orange had managed to expose their weaknesses with such surgical precision. It was as if their most vulnerable secrets had been exposed. They exchanged glances and realized that Orange was right. They knew deep down that they weren't perfect, but hearing it from someone else, especially another version of their Orange-loving turtle, hit them hard.

Leonardo and his brother stood there, their emotions on the edge. As Orange's words echoed in their ears, the weight of their own flaws and mistakes hit them hard. Each brother knew they had their own shortcomings; they just never expected someone to bring them to light, especially not another incarnation of their silly brother.

Leonardo, Donatello, and even Splinter were in deep contemplation, realizing how their own flaws and mistakes could have led to tragic results. It was a humbling moment for them to see another version of their brother point out the flaws in their team dynamic. The revelation had exposed their vulnerabilities and left them speechless in the face of their own imperfect nature.

It was a moment of self-reflection, but also a reminder of their own vulnerability. Donatello, in particular, felt a wave of guilt as he remembered the times he'd put his inventions ahead of his family's well-being. He had always thought of himself as a rational and intellectual turtle, but Orange's words made him question his own actions. "All right," Blue said, breaking the silence with a determined smile. "Let's get to work and figure out how to recharge our Ninpo and stabilize the portal. We can do it together." Orange chimed in, holding his now growling stomach. "Um, can we eat first? My blood sugar's low, man," he said, confusing the resident turtles and Splinter.

Mikey, always full of creative culinary ideas, couldn't resist. "Oh, oh, oh! I could make a seaweed and worm shake, or add pizza, yummy, or jelly beans with sardines," he suggested enthusiastically. As Mikey listed his bizarre food combinations, Purple's face turned greener with each suggestion, clearly disgusted. Orange looked Mikey dead in the face. "Kitchen ban. As long as I'm here, there will be no pizza algae or worm shakes. I've been my family's cook for years," he said with a confident grin.

The turtles look at Orange in shock, Donatello looks at Orange in jealousy, jealous that Orange is the family cook, while he has to eat the food made by the turtle that puts jellyfish on a pizza, "Yeah... I kind of wish Orange was our family cook, at least we know it tastes good and edible," Donatello mumbles, but is overheard by the others. Raphael looked at Purple, "Are you okay?" Raphael asked, looking at Purple's green face of disgust.

Purple adjusted his goggles and winced slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine, Raphael. Just... those food suggestions Mikey mentioned really make me feel sick and disgusted."Blue hummed, his cheerful and relaxed demeanor shining through.

"Purple is sensitive to, you know, food combinations, slime, or cleaning chemicals. It's just one of those things."Mikey grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that, Donnie. I didn't mean to gross you out."

Purple waved him off, his tech-savvy mind already moving on to other thoughts. "It's okay, Mikey. Just... maybe keep the weird food combinations to a minimum around me."Leo chuckled and gave Purple a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Donatello raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Orange's authority in the kitchen. As an inventor, he had his own creative ideas, but he also recognized the importance of proper nutrition and not poisoning everyone with questionable food combinations.

"You're the family cook?" Donatello asked, unable to hide a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Yep," Orange replied, rubbing his stomach with a mischievous grin. "I'm the cook, the nutritionist, and the person who keeps our family alive with actual food. No algae worms for us, thank you. I mean nothing against it, algae are really good for turtles, but the combination, it's like eating all your live algae and worms and then finding pizza," he said, weaving with his hand.

The resident turtles remained embarrassed and silent.Resident Donatello was intrigued by this new revelation. He had thought n Orange was the same fun-loving turtle, always up for a good prank or joke like his Mikey. But to hear him talk about nutrition and cooking with such confidence was surprising. "So you actually take care of your family's diet?" Donatello asked again, his own interest piqued. Orange nodded; his expression was serious for once.

"Yes, someone has to keep this team from eating worms and pizza. I've seen some pretty scary things in the kitchen," he said, a slight shiver running through his body.

Donatello looks at Orange, he is still jealous that Orange can actually cook well and take care of the food without putting weird stuff in it, Donatello also wonders why Orange is like that, and then a thought hits Donatello and he asks the question "why are you the one who takes care of the family's food?"

Orange smiled brightly, "I love to see everyone happy and food brings people together, ever since Red allowed me to use the stove, I have tried and tried to make food for my family.

Donatello nodded, still a little jealous of Orange's cooking, but also a little impressed by his dedication to making his family happy. Donatello thought of his own inventions over the years, but also of the times he had tried to cook only to create something that no one, not even Donatello, dared to touch. And that should mean something, because Mikey eats everything.

Donatello then asked another question, "Why did you need Red's allowance to use the stove?"

Orange answered Donatello's question with a simple shrug. "I was only nine when I first started cooking on the stove, but Red wanted to make sure I could follow basic safety guidelines, so he let me cook under his supervision."

Donatello nodded, a little surprised that Orange's cooking skills started at such a young age, but also relieved that Red was making sure he followed basic safety guidelines. "That's pretty young to start cooking," Donatello commented, his own memories of childhood cooking experiences coming to mind. Donatello had begun his own experiments at an early age, but cooking had not been one of them.

Red sighs, his eyes narrowing at the resident Splinter, "Our own Splinter has a depressive episode where he can't get out of bed combined with body dismorphy, some days are harder then others, so I learned at a young age, the basics, Orange took over cooking, Blue is the medic now and Purple, well, he was always better at tech than I was".

Splinter looked at Red, his face full of sympathy and understanding, "I see.... I'm sorry to hear that you had to take on so much responsibility at such a young age. It's a testament to your strength and leadership that you've handled it so well." Splinter said, his voice deep and serious, "It takes great leadership to step up and take care of your family, especially when times are tough. And it's clear that you've done an excellent job."

Red smiled, "I'm the oldest and the tallest, so I did what I had to do," it was unspoken among the Ascending Brothers that Red was sacrificing his own childhood for them. "Alright, let's get something decent to eat first," Blue said, smiling at the unity forming between the two teams. Splinter nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think it's time for some nourishment. We should share a meal and discuss a plan to stabilize the portal." Mikey, always hungry, nodded eagerly. "Yes, let's eat! Wait, what about my pizza algae idea?" A chorus of complaints followed, including a particularly loud "kitchen ban" from Orange, who seemed as eager to set guidelines for the kitchen as he was to eat. "All right, enough," Splinter said firmly. "No food experiments today. Let's focus on getting some actual meals on the table, shall we?" The room fell silent at Splinter's words, everyone knowing better than to argue with their sensei. Donatello looked at his own Mikey, seeing the disappointment on his face at being denied the chance to experiment with his quirky culinary ideas. It was a strange feeling to see his normally carefree and creative brother held back by a kitchen ban.

Donatello put a reassuring hand on Mikey's shoulder, "Don't worry, Mikey, there will be plenty of time for that later," Donatello said, trying to comfort his youngest brother.

Meanwhile, Red slowly lowered Leonardo and Raphael. Blue watched from the side with a cocky grin. "How was your first time in air-jail, à la Red?" Leonardo and Raphael, both still a bit shocked by the experience, exchanged a glance before Leonardo muttered, "It was... enlightening." Raphael rubbed his neck and muttered, "Yeah, maybe we can avoid a repeat." Red chuckled softly in response, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Well, I'm glad to hear it made an impression. Let's just say I don't like to see brothers attacking each other, so I took the initiative to break things up." Leonardo and Raphael exchanged another look, realizing how different Red was from their own volatile hothead. They nodded quietly, acknowledging the lesson Red had inadvertently taught them. Splinter had to excuse himself; he needed to meditate. Splinter walked to the cave and into his room, closing the door behind him as he sat on his meditation mat on the floor, clearing his mind and trying to focus on his inner self. Splinter sat cross-legged on the meditation mat and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Calm your thoughts, Hamato," he murmured to himself, trying to clear his mind. "Focus on the present moment and let go of all distractions." With each breath, he felt his mind calm down, his emotions slowly fading away. He felt his body relax as he allowed himself to sink deeper into the silence. "Let go of your worries, your fears, and your expectations."

Puple watched as the resident Splinter left without a word. He frowned and clutched his Titan Bo tighter. "Does he do that often? He didn't even give an excuse," he said, looking at his counterpart. "I mean, I get it, our father isn't perfect, but he wouldn't just leave. Even if we are variants, we could still be dangerous." Before he could say more, a gentle hand was placed on his neck, followed by a soft rub. It was Red, calming him down a bit. "It's okay, Purple," Red said softly.

 We'll work this out together. Let's concentrate on getting something to eat. You can plan torture sessions later," he added in a joking tone. Blue laughed at the joke, while Orange frowned a bit as he searched the fridge. Purple sighed again and tried to keep his composure. He was more human than he let on and did not want to show all his cards to the resident turtles. He had been on edge ever since he had seen the dynamics of their relationship. Yes, he and his brothers had their own bickering and arguments, but with the resident turtles, it was almost as if they were playing off each other for the favor of the resident Splinter.

Donatello glanced at Purple, noticing the tension in his body and the tight grip on his Titan Bo.

He could sense Purple's suspicion and concern, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for him. Donatello knew that Splinter meant well, and he respected his sensei's need for solitude and meditation. But sometimes it was hard not to feel abandoned, as if Splinter didn't care enough to stay with them and guide them. Donatello shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away. He shouldn't be selfish, he shouldn't expect Splinter to be there for them all the time. They were capable of taking care of themselves, weren't they?

The room was filled with a mixture of tension and unease. Mikey chimed in, "So, do you skate?"

Blue nodded. "Yeah, we have our own ramp in our lair. Speaking of lairs, yours is really depressing. I mean, Purple gave our Orange a first-class kitchen. We got some parts from the junkyard. We have a training room where Red is mostly, an arcade room with DDR, the TV room, our dad's room, our individual rooms, and Purple's lab," he listed.

Donatello's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, your hideout sounds impressive. And you have your own arcade with DDR?That's amazing!"He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of all the cool technology they had access to.Compared to their own lair, with its sewer location and functional but basic rooms, it sounded like a dream.He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

"Your lair sounds amazing," he said, trying to feign nonchalance. "We don't really have the same... resources," he added, glancing at their more modest surroundings.Blue smiled understandingly. "Yes, we've been lucky, and Purple's technical skills have helped a lot. But believe me, our lair wasn't always like this. We started from scratch, too."Leonardo and Raphael exchanged glances at Blue's description of their lair. It seemed that their counterparts had created a rather cozy and high-tech environment compared to their own. Raphael grumbled, "We don't have time for all this fancy stuff. We're out on the streets, dealing with threats from The Foot and other criminals. It's survival first, comfort second." Leonardo looked at both Raph and Blue a little annoyed.

"Not everyone can have luxury items," he said in a dry tone. Blue gaped in disbelief. "What? Say what? You mean... luxuries? I call it basic needs. Luxury is Orange's studio! This thing is huge. We built it ourselves. And what do you mean by 'The Foot'? They're like the easy peasy lemon squeezy in our universe. Well, ever since we defeated Shredder and the near-apocalyptic timeline with the Krang Titans bringing humanity and mutants to the brink of extinction, they've been hiding and licking their wounds.

Donatello couldn't help but be a little jealous of Blue's description of their hideout and their experiences with the Foot. "Your description of your hideout makes ours look like a dump," he muttered to himself, trying not to let his resentment show. Mikey, on the other hand, was fascinated. "Wow, a studio, huh? What kind of things do you do in there, Orange?" he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity. Raphael, the resident artist, was curious too, but he just frowned, not looking too interested. Blue looked at Donatello and understood the feeling. "Hey, don't feel bad. We're all doing the best we can with what we've got, right? And as for our lair, it's just a reflection of what we're interested in. We all have our hobbies and stuff. We started the whole saving the city thing just 3 years ago, before we were on the surface "finding" some stuff in junkyards and abandoned places. Orange chimed in, still searching the fridge. "Yeah, we definitely have our share of crazy threats, but we stick together and make sure our home is a place where we can recharge and be safe," it was sometimes quiet as Orange's cooked. Orange was the first to sit down at the table, ready to dig in. He picked up his fork, then looked expectantly at the other turtles. "So, are we just going to stare at each other, or are we going to eat?"

Raphael, Mikey, and Donatello exchanged glances, realizing that they had been staring at each other for a moment. "Uh, right, let's eat," Donatello said, sitting down at the table.Mikey took a seat and began to help himself to food, while Raphael followed suit. The local turtles tried to hide their interest in the Rise turtles, but it was clear that they were still intrigued by their counterparts' experiences and their impressive lair.

Purple paused mid-bite, his eyes widening as he looked at Donatello. It was obvious that he wasn't used to being called out so bluntly. Purple looked up from his meal, a little startled by Donatello's blunt observation. "Uh... Yes, I am," Purple admitted, looking a little self-conscious.

"How did you pick that up so quickly?"Leonardo intervened, trying to smooth things over. "Don't be rude, Dee. It's not something you should just blurt out like that."Donatello frowned and shrugged. "I wasn't being rude, I was just making an observation."Mikey, always curious, chimed in. "What does that mean?" he asked, not really knowing what autism was.Donatello sighed, realizing that he may have been insensitive. "Sorry, Purple, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I'm a bit perceptive, and certain behaviors can be quite telling. Being autistic means having different ways of thinking and perceiving the world. It's not a bad thing at all; it just means you have unique ways of experiencing things."Purple nodded, looking somewhat reassured. "Yeah, that's right. It's just part of who I am."Blue smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "And it makes you uniquely awesome, Purple. We all have our quirks."

Donatello nodded in agreement, "I didn't mean to be blunt or rude. I apologize. I just noticed some behaviors that were consistent with autism, but I should have been more considerate in how I expressed them."

Orange glanced up from his food, his expression unreadable. "Yes, Purple is autistic. So what? Blue and I have a form of ADHD and Red has DID and the 'Oldest Daughter Syndrome'"

The resident turtles exchanged glances, surprised by the casually dropped bombshells about Blue, Red, and Orange. Donatello was the first to break the silence.

"Wait, what do you mean Red has DID? And what exactly is 'Oldest Daughter Syndrome'?" he asked, his brain already spinning with new information.

Red gave a little cough, "Well, DID - that's dissociative identity disorder. It means I sometimes have different personalities. Oldest Daughter Syndrome, or ODS is when you're often expected to take on responsibilities beyond your years, like taking care of your siblings. It tends to affect the eldest child, especially the girls, but in my case, I guess it just hit differently."

Leonardo and Raphael were taken aback, looking at Red with a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"So, you switch between your personalities?" Leonardo asked tentatively.

Red nodded. "Yeah, they each have their own names and characteristics. I'm the original – Red – but there are more of us."

"And this Oldest Daughter Syndrome... It really affected you that much?" Donatello inquired, his scientific mind already grasping patterns and connections.

"It was tough growing up," Red admitted. "Dad tried his best, but being the eldest, I had to step up a lot. I was like the emotional support, the backup, the peacemaker... the mom role, basically. Sometimes it felt like I was the only one pulling things together. That's why I became so protective."

Orange looked up from his food, his expression unreadable. "Yes, Purple is autistic. So what? Blue and I have a form of ADHD, and Red has DID and 'Oldest Daughter Syndrome.'"

The resident turtles exchanged glances, surprised by the casually dropped bombshell about Blue, Red and Orange. Donatello was the first to break the silence.

"Wait, what do you mean Red has DID? And what exactly is 'Eldest Daughter Syndrome'?" he asked, his brain already spinning with new information.

Red gave a little cough, "Well, DID - that's Dissociative Identity Disorder. It means I have different personalities sometimes. Oldest Daughter Syndrome, or ODS, is when you're often expected to take on responsibilities beyond your years, like taking care of your siblings. It tends to affect the oldest child, especially girls, but in my case I guess it just hit me differently.

Leonardo and Raphael were taken aback and looked at Red with a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"So you switch between your personalities?" Leonardo asked cautiously.

Red nodded. "Yes, they each have their own names and characteristics. I'm the original - Red - but there are more of us."

"And this Eldest Daughter Syndrome... Has it really affected you that much?" Donatello inquired, his scientific mind already grasping patterns and connections.

"It was hard growing up," Red admitted. "Dad tried his best, but being the oldest, I had to step up a lot. I was like the emotional support, the backup, the peacemaker... the mom role, basically. Sometimes it felt like I was the only one keeping things together. That's why I became so protective.

Donatello nodded in understanding. "I can see how that would be difficult, having to manage emotions and responsibilities at such a young age. Your desire to protect your siblings is admirable. And it's interesting to hear that you have different personalities. How many personalities do you have?"

Red hummed thoughtfully. "Two. Mind-Raph helps me with logical thinking when I'm in panic mode, and Savage-Raph is the angrier, wilder part of me - a survival unit that works on primary instincts."Mikey chimed in, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Wow, that's like Leatherhead! He's this mutant alligator that the Kraang captured and experimented on. He has these panic attacks, and then he goes all wild and grabs Donnie's face... every time! It's pretty intense.

Donnie looked a little shaken at the mention of Leatherhead, his face taking on a look of PTSD. Mikey's casual mention of the mutant alligator's violent episodes had brought back some unpleasant memories for him.

"Yeah, not something I want to think about right now," he muttered, trying to compose himself.Raphael, who had always played the role of protector in his own team, found himself strangely sympathetic to Red's story. He nodded silently. So did Leonardo, as eldest and leader.

Donatello chimed in, his analytical mind at work. "I have to ask, Red... how do you do it? I mean, to be so big and so friendly. You and my Raph are like the moon and the sun." Resident Raph crossed his arms and nodded. Mikey added, "Yeah, man, like you're the cool and big teddy version of Raph. I mean, you don't see that kind of temperament in our Raph." The resident turtles' comments about Raph's shortcomings didn't go unnoticed. Blue, Purple and Orange exchanged frowns, clearly displeased with the way the resident turtles were picking on Raph. Blue decided to speak up.

"You know, pointing out Raph's flaws all the time doesn't help anyone. We're a team because we support each other, not because we tear each other down." Purple nodded in agreement. "We all have our strengths and weaknesses. Raph may have a temper, but he's also fiercely protective and loyal. We all have our roles and that's what makes us a strong family." Orange chimed in, his voice firm but friendly. "Yes, let's focus on building each other up instead of tearing each other down. We're all in this together."

Donatello felt a pang of guilt and quickly apologized. "You're right, I didn't mean to single out Raph. It was a little insensitive of me. We all have our unique characteristics that make us who we are, and we should celebrate them instead of criticizing them." Red frowned. "I'm going to ask you once and only once - did your Splinter teach you that?" he asked, his voice serious. The resident turtles fell silent, reflecting on their dynamic and the way they often pointed out Raph's mistakes. Mikey, feeling a bit embarrassed, spoke up. "Uh, actually, that's Splinter's punishment when Raph loses his temper."

Red's frown deepened. The punishment of pointing out his mistakes? That sounded more like emotional torture than a lesson. He couldn't imagine his team or Splinter doing that. "So instead of teaching Raph how to deal with his anger, you all keep reminding him of his biggest flaw?" he asked, his voice containing a rare sternness. Donatello looked down, ashamed.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. Splinter calls it 'reflective pointing. It always hits a nerve, and every time Raph snaps, Splinter just lays it on him. If you can't control your temper, others will control you,' he says. He shifted more uncomfortably. The way Red put it made their training sound rather harsh, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.Red took a deep breath and decided to give his true opinion on the matter.

"I'll be honest with you, it sounds cruel and ineffective. Punishing someone by constantly reminding them of their mistakes only undermines their self-esteem. It doesn't teach them how to cope or manage their anger. In fact, it may make their problem worse.

The resident turtles exchanged glances, realizing that their approach to Raph's temper may not have been the most constructive. Mikey continued, "He makes us shoot suction cup arrows at Raph while he insults him. It's supposed to teach him humility and help him control his anger. Red's jaw dropped, shocked at this new information. "He what? That's just plain cruel. And what happens if Raph tries to defend himself?" Sheepishly, Mikey replied, "He has to take it. Red's frown deepened. "Take it?" he repeated incredulously. "So you just watch him suffer in silence while you all take shots at him? That's fucked up, man. No wonder he has trouble controlling his temper with this kind of emotional abuse!" Orange's "Doctor Feelings" persona rose in horror. "Wait, Splinter just did that lesson to teach Raph anger management by taunting him? He just let Raph be humiliated? That's not right. Destroying someone's humility and making them insecure? If our father did something like that and we participated, we'd be no better than the haters who bully and seek attention for themselves," he said, his voice full of concern and empathy. Blue nodded in agreement. "Our father always taught us to build each other up, not tear each other down. If someone messes up, we work together to help them get better, not to humiliate them."

Purple added, "Humility is important, but it should come from understanding and growing, not tearing someone down."

Red felt a pang of sadness for the resident turtles. Growing up, their father didn't seem to have taught them empathy, and their methods of dealing with Raph's anger seemed so misguided. "How do you think Raph feels about all this?" Red asked quietly, pointing at the quiet Raph, who looked like he wanted to be somewhere else.

Leonardo and Donatello exchanged glances; their expressions were sheepish. They hadn't really considered how Raph might feel about their 'punishment'. The 4 resident brothers remained silent, taking in the words. They could see where the other turtles were coming from.

They looked at their own Raph, who remained silent. His usual anger was gone, replaced by a thoughtful, almost guilty expression. He took the criticism to heart.Donnie sighed and looked down guiltily. "I guess he feels like a failure. I mean, every time he loses his temper, we're there to remind him of his shortcomings. We tell him he's stupid, reckless, a fool, a hothead... all of it. We tell him he's nothing more than an angry turtle, too angry for his own good. Donnie admitted with shame.

Leonardo's shoulders slumped, his expression remorseful. "We always knew it wasn't the best way to deal with his anger, but Splinter insisted it was the only way. I guess we just... assumed it would work."

Red frowned. "Didn't anyone teach you how to control your anger? I mean, our dads have short tempers, Purple does too, and I do too. I get violent sometimes. Last time I screamed and ate a phone in a panic."

The resident turtles looked at Red, surprised at his frank confession. It was clear that anger and temper management was a challenge for both teams, but the approach to dealing with it was very different. Leonardo spoke up, his voice thoughtful. "We've been taught to control our temper, but it's not always easy. I think sometimes we focus too much on the mistakes instead of supporting each other."

Donatello added to Leonardo's thought, "Yes, I think sometimes we focus so much on improving the weaknesses that we forget to appreciate the strengths. We're always telling Raph what he's doing wrong instead of recognizing what he's doing right."

Red nodded, his expression sincere. "Exactly. Anger is not something you can just turn off. It takes time and patience to learn how to handle it properly. But putting someone down and humiliating them isn't the answer. We're supposed to be a family, and that means we have each other's backs no matter what. Resident Raph nodded, still deep in thought. "Yeah, I know I need to work on my anger. It's just... hard sometimes. Because Sensei makes me meditate when I really yell, but it doesn't work for me! I'm not our fearless leader here," he said, pointing at the calm Leonardo. Red sighed and looked at Resident Raph with understanding. "Meditation works for some, but not for everyone. It's about finding what helps you control that anger. For me, it's physical activity or talking it out with my brothers."

Orange, his "Doctor Feelings" persona still in full swing, added: "Sometimes it's about finding what specifically calms you down. We all have different triggers and ways of dealing with stress. It's important to find what works for you and not feel pressured to fit a mold. Maybe... maybe a one-on-one day with our resident selves would help. You all seem to have some deep issues and I can't even summarize them because I've only scratched the surface.Donatello nodded. "That might not be a bad idea. Maybe having some time to talk to the opponents who seem most like us might actually help us figure some things out. We go too hard against each other, and pull up the other mistakes to stay in a better light than the outside."

Donatello nodded. "That might not be a bad idea. Maybe having some time to talk to the opponents who seem most like us might actually help us figure some things out. We go too hard against each other, and pick up on each other's mistakes to stay in a better light than the others."Leonardo's eyes lit up, a rare sign of enthusiasm. "You know, I think Orange is on to something here. If we can learn from each other, it might do us some good."

Leonardo spoke up, his voice reflecting the mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I think it could be helpful. But... it won't be easy. A single day with our resident selves? What do you mean by that?" Orange, still in "Doctor Feelings" mode, replied.

"Well, from what I've seen, it's clear that each of you has some issues that are affecting your relationships and team dynamics. It might be beneficial for you to spend some one-on-one time with your respective counterparts. Get to know each other better, find common ground, and address any concerns or insecurities you may have.

Orange, still in "Doctor Feelings" mode, replied. "Well, from what I've seen, it's clear that each of you has some issues that are affecting your relationships and team dynamics. It might be beneficial for you to spend some one-on-one time with your respective counterparts. Get to know each other better, find common ground, and address any concerns or insecurities you may have. I mean, we have our own problems and shortcomings, but..."

Blue interjected, his tone firm yet sympathetic. "You're really messed up, huddling together and humiliating Raph for his anger. I mean, I argue with Red a lot, and he comes in handy sometimes. Yeah, I've landed against the wall a few times, but he never hits too hard. I mean, look at him - he's an alligator snapping turtle, and he's never bitten me, even when he's mad." The resident turtles looked at Blue, processing his words. Leonardo and Donatello seemed pensive, while Mikey looked a bit embarrassed. Resident Raph, still pensive, nodded slowly. Red added, "We all have our own ways of dealing with things, but it's important to find what works for each of us and support each other. Maybe spending some time together will help us understand and learn from each other. I mean, my Bozzo's here ate mystical poison pizza puffs, Orange was like boneless, Blue's head was in blue flames, and Purple's belly could talk, he called it Tummy-Tello and I was furious because I was using my only patrol stool to sweat them out of Meat, one of our villains, a former Cook Pig mutant who eats other mutants, and when I came home after solo patrol I wrote poison on them and they dumbos here still eat them because after how I said poison on them that they wouldn't eat my Pizza Puffs, it had to be because I wanted to eat them myself and didn't want to "share. " Red explained to Blue Chuckles. "They were delicious, and hay blue flaming head was kinda rad!" he said, gesturing with his hands.

Leonardo, still processing the revelation about the mystical poisonous pizza puffs, replied, "Wait, you're saying they ate poisonous food because you wrote 'poisonous' on it?" Red nodded in frustration. "Yeah, they're idiots sometimes. I wrote 'poisonous' right on the container and they ate it anyway. Can you believe that?" Donatello adjusted his glasses, still trying to make sense of the situation.

"That's... that's just illogical. Why would they even consider eating something that's clearly marked 'poisonous'?" Red shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I don't know, but they're not the brightest bunch, that's for sure. They think anything that looks tempting is fair game." Blue hummed, "Come on Red, we all know you sometimes write inedible things on your food so we don't eat it, and everything went fine, we beat Meat Sweats in the end, got the Anti-Dot, and you had a fight between Nice Raph and you and that weird Chief Raph Personality". Red sighed, realizing that his attempts to keep his food safe had been in vain. "Yeah, you're right. I write 'inedible' on my food to keep you from eating it, but it never works. And then we end up in these ridiculous situations like the one with the anti-dot."

Leonardo, his frustration evident, continued. "But come on, it should be common sense not to eat something that is clearly marked as poisonous. It's like a basic survival instinct, you know?"Donatello shook his head. As strange as it sounded, he was a little amused. "So you have a 'not edible' label and they still go for it? You've got some stubborn brothers."He looked at Red's brothers, who didn't even look guilty.

Red grumbled, "Well, common sense isn't exactly their strong suit. They're more like a walking disaster sometimes." Orange, still enjoying his risotto, said with a cheering voice, "Yeah, and Red will fix it, he fixes everything, since we're little Tot's". Purple chimed in, "It's true, Red has always been the reliable one, fixing things and solving problems." Red shrugged off the praise, although there was a hint of pride in his expression. "Yeah, I guess I have a knack for fixing what you guys screw up." Blue chuckled, "And we've given you plenty of practice over the years." Resident Raph raised a non-existent eyebrow, "Sounds more like you're relying too much on Red, sounds stressful being the 'full time mom' of you three," he said to Orange, Blue and Purple, "Didn't your Splinter teach you that kind of stuff?" He asked curiously, and his brothers nodded, curious about the Rise brothers' answer. Orange smiled at Raph's observation. "You know, that's a good point," he admitted. "Red tends to take on the role of the reliable one, taking care of us and cleaning up the messes we make. Purple shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "I guess we rely on him a little more than we should, but he's always there for us, no matter what. It can be stressful for him sometimes, but he's a trooper. That's one of the reasons why our father relieved him of the leadership. Blue nodded in agreement. "Yes, Red has always been the steady one, the rock we lean on when things get tough. He's the one we turn to when things go sideways." Orange continued, "But that doesn't mean he's not allowed to have his own fun sometimes. He has his moments where he goes a little crazy with the 'full-time mom' role.

 He added with a nervous chuckle, a hint of guilt in his expression. "Well, I guess we rely on Red a lot..." Blue shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, we all have our roles in the team. Red's just really good at fixing things, and we... well, sometimes cause a little chaos."

Purple chimed in, "And our Splinter, he taught us a lot, but maybe we didn't always listen as much as we should have. Or it was when he showed us his old Lou Jitsu movies, he wasn't like yours, ours ran away from the Hamato Clan and became a movie star and Lou Jitu became his famous Hot Soup and the 1 Fish, 2 Fish, Red Fish - Dead Fish is a classic Lou Jitsu martial arts movie."

Red chimed in, his voice laced with a mixture of annoyance and affection. "Yeah, you guys never really pay attention to the important stuff. It's like trying to herd cats sometimes." Purple added, "And our Splinter, he's not exactly the most responsible father figure. He spends most of his time watching old Lou Jitsu movies instead of practicing his martial arts moves. With us."Leonardo's frustration was obvious in his gesture. "So not only did your Splinter run away from being a Hamato and become a Hollywood actor, but he also neglected his fatherly duties?"

Donatello shook his head, feeling a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "Wow, that's... not what a father should do." Mikey's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way! He just watches movies all day? What about training and family bonding?"

Leonardo, still struggling to understand the dynamics of their team, spoke up. "So you're telling me that your Splinter, the one who's supposed to teach you and guide you, spends his time watching old movies?"

Blue nodded. "Yes, it's pretty much his favorite pastime. He has a whole collection of Lou Jitsu movies." Red chimed in, "And when he's not watching movies, he's usually sleeping or watching his soap operas." Donatello looked intrigued. "Soap operas? Your Splinter watches soap operas?" Orange chuckled. "Yeah, he's obsessed. He's always saying, 'I can't miss my stories.' It's a little ridiculous."

Purple rolled her eyes. "Yeah, our Splinter isn't exactly the most conventional sensei. He's just our Pops, most of our moves we learned from his movies, and other martial arts movies, until our Ancestor Ghost, Command Pops o train us in the Hamato still and well, we lost our individuality and where nothing more than his student's in that time, we couldn't think for ourselves and where determined ninjas, it didn't last long because we began to struggle defeating our foot's so we fought again as our self's".

Leonardo was taken aback by Purple's words. "Wait, you lost your individuality? You were just students of your splinter and couldn't think for yourself?"

Blue nodded. "Yes. At one point, we were just following orders like real ninjas. It was really boring, not to mention stifling." Red chimed in, "We weren't allowed to express ourselves or make jokes. We had to be serious and disciplined all the time." Orange added, "And had to wear the Hamato attire, we all had mahagony red bandanas like no color no flair, just ninjas following the rules it was the worst 5 hours I had in my life. Donatello seemed both fascinated and concerned.

"That sounds intense. So you were confined and had to conform to these strict rules and lose your individuality. How did you manage to break free?" Red grinned, his bulky hand clenched, "I broke us out of a cage, one thing will always be there and that's to protect my family."

Blue nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Yes, Red had enough and broke us out of our captivity. That's when we started to embrace our true selves again." Purple added, "And we realized that it takes more than just following orders to be successful. We have to be able to think for ourselves and be true to who we are." Orange nodded, "And that's when we became what we are now - a bunch of rowdy, chaotic ninjas with our own unique blend of quirks and personalities.

Leonardo's expression softened slightly. "That's... actually quite impressive. It takes strength to break out of rigidity, and realizing the importance of individuality is a valuable lesson."Donatello nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's important to have a balance between discipline and self-expression. Being able to think for yourself is crucial to growth and success." Mikey chimed in enthusiastically. "And you guys have this whole 'rowdy chaos' thing going on, which I have to admit is pretty cool."

 onatello added, "I can see how it would be difficult to constantly conform to strict rules and lose your sense of self. Blue chuckled, "Yeah, we'd probably go crazy if we had to live like you. No fun, no humor, no chaos - that would be the worst. I mean, I'm the face man, I need my colors." Orange, sensing the awkward silence, quickly jumped in to save the situation.

"Um, well, I still think individual days are a good idea. It could really help each of you with your issues... um, like what do you do for fun?" the Resident Turtles looked at each other. The Resident Turtles exchanged glances before answering Orange's question about what they did for fun. Leo went first as they ate Orange's risotto. "I'm watching Captain Ryan," he said. Blue raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Captain Ryan? That's an unexpected answer. What's the attraction? Sounds like a copy of Jupiter Jim."

Donatello added, "I can see how it would be difficult to constantly conform to strict rules and lose your sense of self.

Blue chuckled, "Yeah, we'd probably go crazy if we had to live like you. No fun, no humor, no chaos - that would be the worst. I mean, I'm the face man, I need my colors."

Sensing the awkward silence, Orange quickly jumped in to save the situation. "Um, well, I still think individual days are a good idea.It could really help each of you with your issues... um, like what do you do for fun?" the Resident Turtles looked at each other.The Resident Turtles exchanged glances before answering Orange's question about what they did for fun.

Leo went first as they ate Orange's risotto. "I'm watching Captain Ryan," he said. Blue raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Captain Ryan? That's an unexpected answer. What's the attraction? Sounds like a carbon copy of Jupiter Jim."Leo's eyes lit up, eager to share his passion. "Captain Ryan is an intergalactic hero who fights the forces of evil across the universe. He's brave, disciplined, and always willing to do the right thing. He's got that mix of adventure and morality that really resonates with me."

Blue grinned and leaned back in his seat. "Jupiter Jim is pretty much the same, but with more humor and less of the serious stuff. He's this space adventurer who faces all kinds of bizarre and hilarious challenges. Plus, the special effects and one-liners are top-notch."Leo nodded, appreciating the comparison. "I guess they're similar in some ways. But Captain Ryan is more about honor and duty, while Jupiter Jim sounds like he's more about having fun and being a bit of a rogue."

Blue chuckled. "Yeah, that's Jim in a nutshell. He may not always follow the rules, but he gets the job done with style."Leo smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with his counterpart. "Maybe we can watch each other's shows sometime. It might be fun to see what the other one likes."Blue grinned. "Deal. Who knows, we might find some new favorite episodes along the way."

Donatello, never one to miss an opportunity for intellectual discussion, chimed in. "You know, both Captain Ryan and Jupiter Jim can be considered archetypes of different hero types."

Mikey's eyes widened in curiosity. "Archetypes? Like... different stages of the hero's journey?" "More like... different types of heroes altogether," Donatello explained.

Leo's eyes widened in interest. "That's fascinating. So you mean Captain Ryan represents the 'serious' heroic archetype, while Jupiter Jim represents the 'comedic' heroic archetype?"

Leo's eyes widened in interest."That's fascinating. So you mean Captain Ryan represents the 'serious' heroic archetype, while Jupiter Jim represents the 'comedic' heroic archetype?"Blue chuckled, his relaxed demeanor shining through.

"Well, yeah, pretty much.But let me tell you, never meet your heroes. My brothers and I once met Marcus Moncrief, the actor who plays Jupiter Jim.Man, was that a trip!Marcus actually thinks he's Jupiter Jim. He's all about interplanetary peace and protecting the galaxy, which sounds cool until you realize he's also super paranoid.Blue went on, leaning back casually. "He tricked us into thinking we were just getting a tour of his SS Starbolt replica home, but he was actually planning to imprison us to 'protect the world' from our supposed villainy. It took a lot of convincing from me to get him to see that peace could be forged between us 'turtle aliens' and him."Leo nodded, fascinated by the story. "That sounds intense."

Blue grinned. "Yes, it was. Marcus loves the spotlight and being in charge. He's a little self-centered and tends to take others for granted. Like Red Fox, for example - she went on all those adventures with him, but he never really acknowledged her contributions until later. Eventually, though, he came to appreciate her friendship and her skills."Leo chuckled and shook his head. "I guess even heroes can be flawed."Blue nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, definitely. But hey, it's all part of the adventure, right?"The two leaders shared a moment of understanding, their conversation highlighting the different yet complementary aspects of their beloved franchises.

Donnie followed, sounding a bit tired. "I don't have time for fun. I'm usually busy working on repairing the tech and finding a cure for the mutagen."Mikey hummed happily; his cheeks filled with risotto. "I like music and reading comic books," he said. Raph was silent for a moment before speaking. "Well, I like to draw and, um, use my punching bag or play my drums."

Purple scoffed at Donatello's statement. "No fun? No time? You let your dum-dums destroy things and then repair them? I haven't done that since I was 12. Now I work on the projects I want and only repair things when it's necessary or when I have an equal exchange." Donatello was a bit taken aback by Purple's frank answer.

"Well, our situation is a little different. I'm constantly trying to find a cure for the mutagen and keep our technology running." Purple nodded, understanding the pressure Donatello was under. "I understand, but you also need to take time for yourself. Burnout won't help anyone. Maybe you could delegate some tasks or find ways to make your work more enjoyable. I mean, I let Orange do the art design and let him do the welding for my stuff, Blue is good at biology - he's our resident medical expert - and Red carries the heavy stuff when my hands are full. Expand what you have, work less, make more." Donatello looked thoughtful as he considered Purple's advice. "I guess I could try delegating some tasks. It's just hard to let go sometimes," he admitted.

Orange nodded, "Delegation is a smart approach, but so is taking some time for yourself. Maybe you should try to find a hobby or something to do for fun, it would be good to have something to look forward to other than work." Blue chuckled. "Yes, when you are always working and worrying about everyone else. You need to loosen up a bit, Donatello. But please, like my beloved Twin Purple here, don't zap us when you're annoyed." Donatello hesitated for a moment. He was used to keeping everything under control and working towards curing the mutagen, he didn't really have much time for himself. But deep down he knew that his counterpart was right. He couldn't continue to ignore his own needs.

Raph spoke up, his voice gruff. "Yeah, you're smart, but you don't always have to be the responsible one, and no, stalking our April doesn't count as a hobby." The Rise-Brothers made a disgusted sound in their throats. "You have a crush on your April?" Lila laughs, his April was his lab partner, his accomplice. His beak scrunched up in disgust and shock as he heard the resident Raph tell his Donatello that he had a crush on April. Donatello stammered, trying to defend himself, "No, no, it's not like that. I just... I admire her intelligence." Raph grinned, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease his friend. "Yeah, right. You've been drooling over her for years. We've all seen it." His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he tried to deflect.

"It's not like that at all." Blue snickered, unable to contain himself. "I bet you have a secret shrine of her in your lab, don't you?"Donatello's face turned bright red as he tried to deny the accusation. "What? No, I... that's ridiculous. I don't have a shrine!"Orange, a hint of mischief in his voice, chimed in. "So, no framed pictures of her? No secret scrapbook?" Blue chuckled, unable to contain himself. "I bet you have a secret shrine to her in your lab, don't you?"Donatello's face turned bright red as he tried to deny the accusation. "What? No, I... that's ridiculous. I don't have a shrine!"

Orange chimed in, a hint of mischief in his voice. "So, no framed pictures of her? No secret scrapbook?"Donatello stammered, his cheeks turning even redder. "No, of course not. That would... that would be crazy."Raph grinned, enjoying Donatello's nervous reaction. "Oh, come on, Dee. We all know you have a crush on her. It's kind of cute, in a weird nerd kind of way."Donatello's face now resembled a tomato. He crossed his arms defensively. "I do not!" he protested.Orange chuckled. "Don't worry, Donatello. We won't judge. It's normal to have a crush."Blue nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we've all been there."

Donatello's expression changed to annoyance. "You guys are being ridiculous. I don't have a crush on April." Raph, still grinning, decided to press on. "So you don't think she's pretty?" Donatello grumbled, feeling outnumbered by his friends.

"Of course I think she's pretty, but that's not the point." Blue cut in, his tone full of amusement. "Sounds like a crush to me, my friend." Donatello sighed, realizing he was fighting a losing battle. "Well, if you must know, I might find her attractive. But that doesn't mean I'm obsessed with her or anything." Raph couldn't hide his smugness. "Oh, so you admit it. You do have a crush on April."

Orange chuckled. "Yeah, we knew it all along, Donatello." Donatello rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'm not going to deny it anymore. Yes, I have a little crush on April. Happy now?" Raph grinned, a mixture of amusement and triumph in his expression. "Was that so hard to admit?"Donatello's irritation was evident as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "No, I guess it wasn't. But I still don't appreciate being teased about it." Orange, sensing Donatello's annoyance, chimed in, "We're just teasing you, Donatello. It's harmless teasing among new friends."

Guys, I swear I'm sorry when, I wrote something strange. Please remember that I wrote all of this on my phone. My fingers are dying, I'm working on the second part allredy.