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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.

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After enjoying the delicious risotto that Orange had prepared, the four Rise Turtles gathered in the dojo. During this time, the resident turtles were able to chat with their Splinter, giving the four newcomers ample opportunity to explore the rooms they were allowed to enter.

The dojo was decorated in traditional Japanese style, creating an atmosphere of serenity and discipline. A large tree stood majestically in the center of the room under a skylight grille, allowing a gentle stream of light to illuminate the room.

The dojo was connected to the rest of the cave by the living room. Its main entrance was directly opposite the kitchen entrance, and green folding walls separated the dojo from the concrete ledge above the "moat" in the living room. The only way into Splinter's bedroom was through the dojo. One eye of Splinter's larger Daruma-Doll was painted, symbolizing an unfulfilled goal he had set for himself.

As the brothers settled down, Purple sighed, "Ugh, this is like being thrust into a prehistoric technological abyss. My circuits are crying out in agony." He leaned against one of the green folding walls, his Titan-Bo staff at his side, and tapped his gauntlet to check for flaws or cracks.

Blue, leaning on his twin Odachi swords next to Purple, rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up. You act like you're going to die without your technique."

Orange, sitting cross-legged on the mat, chuckled. "Yeah, you're just used to having it at your fingertips all the time. It's good for you to take a break once in a while. Remember when Dad left us in the woods without the tech and we ended up helping Todd fight the Dentist Cult?"

Purple looked up from his gauntlet, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, I can't help it if tech is my life. Besides, someone has to keep this team running smoothly."

Red huffed, "Yeah, yeah, we get it. You're a technical genius. You don't have to rub it in our faces all the time."

Blue, holding one of the wooden practice katanas out of boredom, practiced his katas next to Splinter's personal shrine. "Calm down, Red. Purple is just expressing himself. Besides, it's not so bad being stuck in 2012. It's like a trip down memory lane. Hey Purple, you got any old-school memes you want to share?" He balanced on one leg, the wooden katana sticking up in the air.

Purple chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Well, I happen to have a stash of old memes I've collected over the years. How about a little nostalgia trip?" He tapped a few buttons on his gauntlet and an old, grainy image appeared on a holographic display. It showed a cat in a box with the caption, "If I fit, I sit."

Red chuckled when he saw the old meme. "Oh man, I remember that one. It's a classic. Pass the meme, Purple."

Purple grinned and sent the image to Red's phone. "Enjoy, my friend. There's plenty more where that came from."

Orange, curious about the display, scooted closer to Purple. "Hey, can I see some of that? I want to share in the nostalgia."

Puple nodded and transferred more memes to Orange's phone. "Sure thing, Orange. But be warned, these are from the depths of the Internet."

Blue, still practicing his katas, looked up. "Hey, don't forget me, guys. I want in on the meme fest too!"

"First of all, Blue, put down the katana. It's not ours. We should respect each other's property, although maybe, really maybe, I wish we had a dojo as good as this one," Red grunted, his thoughts still on Raph, the little one who seemed to be struggling with the family dynamic that resident Splinter had set up.

Blue nodded and put the wooden katana back respectfully. "You're right, Red. We're not in our home and we should respect the things here," he said with a small eye roll.

Purple chimed in, still scrolling through memes, "Yes, and this dojo is pretty impressive. But we make do with what we have."

Orange, looking around the well-kept dojo, nodded in agreement. "It's different from our lair, but it has its charm. And the fact that they built it from scratch, like we did it makes it special."

Red sighed and leaned casually against the ninja arsenal. "Yeah, but I gotta admit, I miss our own little spot. This place is too clean, and it lacks the turtle touch, you know?"

Purple rolled hiseyes. "Yeah, tell me about it. I miss my lab... and my tools... and my Internet connection. This place is so antiquated, it's like a time capsule." He tugged at the green folding screen next to him, obviously restless without his equipment.

Blue chuckled, sat down on the mat, and stretched. "I miss our late-night movie marathons. Remember when we used to huddle in Raph's room and watch that awful ninja movie?"

Red groaned, pretending to gag.

"Oh yeah, that was a masterpiece. The so-called 'ninja' in that movie couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag. But we've only been here for two hours, Purple. Can't you enjoy a little ancient history? This dojo is pretty cool, even if it's not as high-tech as ours.

Purple grumbled, still scrolling through his gauntlet, "Yeah, okay, I might be a bit of a tech junkie. But being cut off from the Internet is like being cut off from my lifeline. I'm going through withdrawal here."

Orange chuckled and joined the conversation. "Relax, D…i mean Purple, it's only for a few days. We'll be home soon enough. And look at it this way: This is like a forced vacation for all of us. And 2012? I was 7, that's ancient! But, like, totally awesome. Maybe we should have a retro party, complete with all the old gadgets and snacks!" He grinned, imagining the fun they could have.

Blue chuckled, amused at the idea. "A retro party? That does sound like fun. We could dig out some old-school game systems, watch some old movies, and have a good time. And yeah using our colors as Names is a bit odd, but I think it’s nice."

Red shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You guys are such nerds. But I have to admit, a retro party could be cool. It would be a nice change from our usual ninja shenanigans. If the Others agree, we're their guests in this timeline and universe."

Purple finally looked up, a sly grin on his face. "All right, I'm in for the retro party. But we're going all out. I'm talking '90s music, fashion and snacks."

Orange's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh man, that means we get to show them our dance moves! They won't know what hit them. Oh oh oh and the costumes, please please please, the last time was so much fun when it wasn’t for Hypno-Potamus trapping us with his Hypno sound, but you have to admin the sound was bretty Cool! It would be really rad to show them our fashion!"

Red chuckled, imagining the spectacle that was about to unfold. "You guys are crazy. But I have to admit, I can't wait to see their faces when we show them our best dance moves and fashions. It's going to be epic."

Blue laughed, already planning the event in his head. "We should probably give them a heads up though. They might not be prepared for the full chaos power of our turtle charm."

And then, for a moment, their eyes where drawnd to Splinter's personal shrine: Shimenawa, Yoshida-style shide, two Daruma dolls, a turtle aquarium, two standing lanterns, two Heiji bottles, a wooden kamidana, an arrow, four candlesticks, a wall shelf, and a photo of Tang Shen, Hamato Miwa, and Hamato Yoshi.

For a moment, the dojo embodied a place of tradition, learning, and the unique bond the tortoise brothers shared. Red looked at the picture with a cautious frown, knowing that his own father had never wanted children. Here he was, in an alternate universe, feeling like this Splinter wasn't really that much better - or maybe he was just biased.

Blue, noticing Red's gaze on Splinter's shrine, approached him quietly. "Are you okay, Red?" he asked, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Purple, also noticing the tension, chimed in, "Hey, Red, you look a bit intense there. What's on your mind?"

Red, still looking at the photo, muttered to himself, "This Splinter... he's unlike anything we've ever seen before. He actually seems to want to be her father in some way. But he's stuck. I mean, is he really supposed to humiliate Raph, in let his own Brother’s say mean things to him, so he could control his anger management? I..." He couldn't find the words.

Purple looked at the picture Red was staring at and noticed his thoughtful expression. "What exactly are you thinking about, Red?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

Blue also looked at Red. "Yeah, you've been quiet for a while. Is there something on your mind?"

Red sighed, still fixated on the photo. "It's just... I can't help but feel a mixture of emotions when I see this picture. Our Splinter never really wanted us but he still Raised us, he is our Father and he loves us, but this one, i can’t place him. He's trying to be a father in his own way. But I can't help but wonder if he's really doing more harm than good." He clenched his fists, fighting his thoughts. "And the way he treat’s his Raph... it just brings up old memories and unresolved things."

Purple raised an eyebrow. "And that bothers you?"

Red shook his head. "I know Pops is trying to get better now, but this Splinter? He's a good sensei, but..."

Orange chimed in with a thoughtful expression. "He doesn't really act like a loving father from what I've seen."

Red nodded, grateful for Orange's understanding. "Exactly. And that's what bothers me. He's not her father, and yet he's supposed to play the role. I just... I can't help but wonder if things might have been different for us if we'd had a father like him, someone who actually train us would i had end like this Raph? All angry?"

Blue, sensing Red's growing frustration, tried to comfort him. "Hey, Red, I know it's hard to think about what might have been. But we can't change the past. We can only focus on the present and our own universe."

Purple, always the analytical one, spoke up. "Besides, even if this Splinter is trying his best, every family and dynamic is different. What works for them may not work for us."

Orange nodded. "Definitely not for us."

All three turtles looked over at Orange, surprised at his observation and insight. "What do you mean?" Blue asked, genuinely curious to hear Orange's side of the story. Orange pointed to the picture.

"It's like... this Splinter is their sensei, their master, their guide. He trains them and teaches them his ways of Ninjutsu. But he's not their father. Not like ours is for us. He doesn't have that kind of connection with them. It's different. When we came through the portal this morning and spoke to them, he was the most of the time much reserved, and he left after Red argued with him that he didn't think it was right for Splinter to scold only Raph, and then he went off to meditate. That was about two hours ago."

Purple nodded, seeing the truth in Orange's words. "Yes, you're right. This Splinter is more of a sensei than a father. It's like he's fulfilling a duty, not a family bond. I mean, Pa-Pa isn't perfect either and has his moments, but when we confront him, he sighs and sits down again. He wouldn't let Red be humiliated in front of us.

Blue looked at the picture again, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "It's kind of sad. I mean, our Splinter has his faults, but he loves us unconditionally." Blue dropped to the carpet. "I mean, he's as absent as a father who went to get milk."

Red chimed in, his voice filled with a mixture of understanding and frustration. "Yeah, we all have our issues with Splinter, but at the end of the day, he's our dad. He may not be the best, but he tries. And we know that he loves us, even if he doesn't always show it."

Purple nodded, his expression thoughtful. "It's true. This Splinter may be a great sensei, but he lacks the emotional connection of a father. Our Splinter may be flawed, but at least he's trying to be there for us. I mean, from what we've seen so far, he's emotionally unavailable, and that's saying something coming from me.

Orange joined Blue on the carpet, his expression pensive. "It's not just the lack of a paternal bond that makes this Splinter different. It's his whole approach to leadership. Ours is all laid back and easygoing. This one..." Orange tilted his head as if searching for the right word, "...is more serious, more stern."

Red nodded, now lying on his stomach, using his arms as a pillow. "Yes, I mean, they told us about Miwa/Karai. She was raised by Shredder and is Splinter’s Daughter. I mean, ours was that scary black armor that trapped Oroki Saki's soul. Here, it's just some jealous guy who didn't get Tang Shen and said, "If I can't have her, no one can.” Pop’s didn't train us until he had to because he didn't want us to get involved in his problems. This splinter, he trained soldiers, Student’s not just sons.”

Purple nodded and took in Red's words. "You're right, Red. It's as if their Splinter saw them as Student’s and not as family."

Blue chimed in, "But maybe that's why they're so different from us. Our Splinter see’s us as his sons, while their Splinter see's them first as Student’s and then as his Son’s. That must have shaped their dynamic."

Orange added, "And it's not just their relationship with Splinter that's different. Their training must have been different as well. We were always fooling around in our training, but these guys..."

Red nodded, a hint of envy in his voice. "Yeah, they have some serious skills. Our training... well, it wasn't exactly the most traditional. It was much more relaxed."

Purple, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "But that's what made us who we are. Our unconventional upbringing, our bond as brothers. It's what makes us unique."

Red snorted, "Okay, change the subject or I'll start crying. The Leonardo of this dimension is like the oldest, but they're quadruplets? How does that work?" he said, playing with the tails of his scarf. Purple giggled at Red's directness and change of topic.

"Yeah, I was wondering that too..." Blue said with a pensive expression.

Orange scratched his head. "Well, the way they explained it to us, it seemed like they were all about the same age. They all started out the same, and then as they got older, their personalities and roles developed. It was a bit confusing though."

Red rolled onto his back, still playing with his bandana. "Yeah, it's confusing. I mean, in our universe, I'm the oldest. It's weird to think that I'm the same age as Mikey."

Blue shivered as he scrolled through his phone. "Yeah, I mean, I could never imagine being the leader. Red, you've done such a good job, and we owe the development of our personalities to you. What brother’s me more is that those turtles didn't come out of hiding until they were 15 years old. That's like... what? We've been coming to the surface since Orange was ten."

Red chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yeah, well, someone had to be in charge. And as for those turtles not coming out until they were 15... that's pretty crazy, isn't it? I mean, while all of us were out there living our best lives, they were stuck in their little bubble underground. No wonder Donatello has a crush on their first Human friend; she's like the first woman they've ever seen."

Purple and Orange giggled in response to Red's comment about Donatello and April.

Blue interjected, "Yeah, it's kind of funny to think that they're so sheltered. And the whole Donatello and April thing... that's just a classic Donnie.

Orange chimed in, a mischievous smile on his face. "Yeah, you can take the Donatello out of the sewers, but you can't take the clumsy nerd out of the Donatello."

Purple shook his head in mock pity. "Oh man, poor Donnie. He doesn't stand a chance with April. She's probably the only girl they've ever seen, so he has no experience. But you know what I'm curious about? Raph seemed all stiff when we heard that his Donnie had a crush on April. There must be some drama going on, so what's up with them? Even his micro-expressions screamed 'awkward'."

Blue shrugged, still scrolling through his phone. "Yeah, I noticed that too. Donnie was all shy and embarrassed, but Raph? He looked downright uncomfortable. There's some unfinished business."

"Yeah, the tension was so thick you could have cut it with a Sword. I mean, Donnie was totally in love with April, but Raph? He looked like he wanted to run away. It's kind of sad. I mean, they're brothers, they're supposed to support each other through stuff like this. Instead, there seems to be some serious Bro Code violations going on here."

Red nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it was definitely weird. I mean, if it was us, we'd probably tease Donnie about it, but we'd also have his back. But Raph seemed downright hostile to the idea."

Orange, who was playing with some carpet fringes, shook his head. "I think something bad happened Donnie, and April was the Cause . It was such an uncomfortable feeling to be around her."

Blue nodded and put down his phone. "You might be right, Orange. They definitely seemed very tense when talking about April, especially Raph. Like they had a bad past or something."

Purple sat up, a look of realization on his face. "Wait a minute. You think there was some kind of love triangle between Resident Donnie, Resident Raph, and your April?"

Blue playfully gaged. "No, yuck, don't come at me with that. More like April did something that hurt Donatello. But, and that's with a capital B, Donatello is so blinded by rose-colored glasses that he doesn't mind. But Raph? Do you think a Raph would be upset about a love triangle?"

Red rolled his eyes, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Yes, because Raph never gets nervous and jealous around girls. That's not our style at all. I think it has something to do with Donnie and a realy bad injury April caused"

Blue, who was still sitting on the carpet, jumped in. "Yeah, you might be right. If something happened with April that hurt Donnie, it would explain why Raph seemed so tense."

Purple nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "Yes, that's a difficult position to be in. You see your sibling in pain and all you can do is stand there and watch."

They heard a shuffling sound; it seemed as if someone was listening to them.

They turned in unison to see who the mysterious eavesdropper was.

They saw that resident Mikey had been lurking nearby, listening intently to their conversation.

Feeling a bit caught, Mikey stepped forward with a sheepish look on his face. "I was just, uh, passing by. Heard some interesting chatter."

Tthy looked at each other and back at Mikey, their expressions a mixture of surprise and caution. Mikey sighs “ok i did eavesdropping”

Mikey shuffled into their circle, now sitting with a serious expression on his face, ready to share a bad memory.

The other turtles exchanged glances, wondering what Mikey would say. Red broke the silence. "All right, Mikey. Spit it out. We're all ears."

"So, guys, here's the deal. My April... well, one time she dissolved our Donatello. It was this intense, heartbreaking moment. Donnie died right there, all alone. We eventually managed to revive him, but it scarred all of us, especially Raph," Mikey said.

The turtles' eyes widened in shock at Mikey's words, and they let out a collective gasp. Blue looked pale, and Red's expression was a mixture of anger and horror. Purple's mouth opened and closed wordlessly, processing the traumatic news. "Oh my God..."

Orange, who had been silent, finally spoke, his voice filled with anger. "What happened? How did this happen?"

Mikey paused and looked at the four of them in despair before continuing. "Raph has never really forgiven April for what happened, even though it was an accident. Every time he looks at her, he remembers that day. It's like there's this unspoken tension in the air. Our family dynamic took a hit, and it's something we've struggled with ever since." He paused and looked to his brothers for support before continuing. "After the April incident, it was really hard. She called Donatello her mutant and gave him a very affectionate kiss. But then their friendship had a little crack when April got the Aeon Crystal."

Michelangelo paused and took a deep breath. "One totally chaotic day, April's powers, despite being mind-controlled by Za-Naron, caused Donnie to literally disintegrate, technically killing him. Raph never really forgave April for that. Even though Donnie was revived, he forgaveher."

The Rise-Brother’s we’re silent for a moment, absorbing the weight of Mikey's words. Red in particular was struggling, his fists clenched tightly, his face contorted in a mix of anger and sadness.

Blue was the first to break the silence. "Mikey... This is... this is..." He couldn't even find the words to express how shocked and upset he was.

Purple took a deep breath before speaking. "This is a lot of... I don't even know what to say. This is... this is terrible."

Orange, who had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, spoke up. "But what about Donnie? How did he feel about all this?"

"Donnie, well, he..." Mikey trailed off, a mixture of sadness and frustration in his eyes. "Donnie, he still cares about April, even after everything. He... He still sees something in her, something good, and it drives Raph crazy. And me too, because after all she has done... April is our friend, but..."

The other turtles listened intently, their expressions a mixture of shock, sadness and confusion.

Blue's eyes softened slightly. "So Donnie still has feelings for April, even after all this?"

Red grunted, his usual bravado replaced by a thoughtful look. "Raph has every right to be uupset. He couldn’t protected Donatello. And for April to be responsible for this... Mikey, ugh, is it still weird talking to you like this, is... is your April really that toxic?"

Mikey shook his head quickly, a hint of pain in his expression. "No, no," he insisted. "She's not... toxic. Far from it. I just... I think she sometimes has trouble seeing beyond her own perspective."

Blue nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I can understand that. Everyone has their own way of looking at things, and sometimes that can cause friction. BUT KILLING DONNIE AND BRINGING HIM BACK EVEN WHEN SHE WAS BRAINWASHED?!?!!!!" Blue took it personally.

Purple leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's a different kind of relationship they have. One that's complicated by history and emotion. Like Big Mama and Dad."

Mikey frowned, "Who's Big Mama?"

The turtles chuckled softly at Mikey's question, realizing that he had a lot of catching up to do from their dimension. "Big Mama's a long story," Blue chuckled. "She's an eccentric crime boss who's kind of obsessed with us. She was our Splinter's fiancée until she turned out to be a giant Yokai mob boss spider who ran a fighting ring called the Battle Nexus, where she trapped him to fight for 12 years."

The turtles chuckled again at the memory of their unique family ties.

Red leaned forward, a mischievous grin on his face."Oh man, I almost forgot, You doesn't know the whole story about Big Mama.You should definitely hear the story of our time in the Battle Nexus." Blue chuckled. "I still have the cummerbund."

Mikey's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity."Wait, so you're telling me your dad was engaged to a giant spider mob boss?And he fought in an underground fighting ring for 12 years?

That's wild!"

Purple nodded, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, it sounds crazy, but that's our life. Big Mama was all about power and control. She used the Battle Nexus to assert her dominanc."

Orange added, "Yeah, and Big Mama had all kinds of crazy minions and fighters in the Battle Nexus. It was like a movie. When whe first meet her."

Orange chimed in, "Can we get back on topic? Mikey wanted to explain more about his April."

Mikey nodded, realizing that their discussion had gone off topic. "Oh yeah, sorry guys. You're right. Let me get back to what I was saying about April."

Michelangelo sighed and explained, "It all started when April started training to be a Kunoichi. The first big incident was when her father mutated into a human-sized bat because of the Krang. She blamed us for it and stormed off, never wanting to see us again. Over time, her relationship with Donnie and Casey became a confusing mess. There were times when it seemed like she was manipulating the situation between Casey and Donnie’s emotions toward’s her, and that caused a lot of tension."

Blue was stunned by Mikey's revelation. "Whoa, stop. April actually yelled at you and blamed you for her father's mutation? And, wait, she manipulated Donnie and Casey?" Blue shook her head in disbelief.

Mikey nodded solemnly, his expression serious. "Yeah, it was a mess. And to be honest, it hurt a lot. We've always relied on April, and to hear her say those things... well, let's just say it wasn't a good time."

Purple placed a comforting hand on Mikey's shoulder. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Mikey. It must have been hard."

Red narrowed his eyes, clearly not a fan of Mikey's April. "Sounds like a real gem. No wonder Raph can't stand her."

Purple scoffed. "I'm glad our April isn't like that. She's been like a sister to us since we were little. She trains with us and is part of our team. She even fought with us against Shredder."

Blue nodded with a hint of relief in his voice. "Yes, our April is the best Sister whe could imagine. She fights by our side, trains with us and has been with us through thick and thin. Nothing like your April, that's for sure. Even against Shredder."

Mikey's eyes sparkled. "She fought with you against Shredder? Wow, guys, that's awesome! With her red hair, she must be a real stunner."

Blue blinked. "No, our April doesn't have red hair, she has brown space buns on her head. She looks really great."

Mikey feigned shock, a mischievous grin on his face. "No red hair? Brown space buns? That's unexpected."

Blue giggled. "Yes, unlike your April, our April is a natural brunette. But that doesn't change the fact that she's an absolute powerhouse...and for the record, she's African-American."

Red leaned back, a mischievous grin on his face. "Yes, our April has attitude and sass. And she can hold her own in a fight. Tough as steel, that one."

A look of admiration crossed Mikey's face. "Ooh, your April sounds like such a strong and badass kunoichi."

The turtles smiled at Mikey's compliment. Red nodded. "Yes, she is a force to be reckoned with. Not only on the battlefield. She's got brains and heart, too."

Silence filled the room for a moment as the brothers and Michelangelo lost themselves in their own thoughts. Michelangelo's casual demeanor seemed to ease the tension, and he finally broke the silence.

"Um, Mikey, why did you come here anyway?" he asked, his curiosity evident in his voice. The dark green box turtle tilted his head and narrowed his eyes in genuine curiosity.

A small "oh" escaped Mikey's mouth before he answered. "We wanted to invite you to join us on patrol, you know, get to know each other or something," he explained, his voice full of enthusiasm and a hint of nervousness. Mikey's words hung in the air, his eyes sparkling with the excitement of a possible adventure.

The idea of patrolling together, sharing stories, and building a stronger bond between brothers seemed like the perfect plan. He was a little nervous because his brothers usually thought his ideas were stupid.

Blue, always the social butterfly, was right on board. "Sure, that sounds great! Patrols are always better with a little more company."

Red nodded in agreement, never one to turn down a new challenge. "Yeah, why not? We could use a little variety in our routine."

Purple, more reserved than his brothers, smiled slightly but honestly. Anything was better than another minute here with this outdated technology. "I'm in. Could be fun." He was the first to stand and check his battle armor. His wounds underneath were nearly healed. He looked at Blue, who seemed fine. Maybe all the energy they had used during their journey through this universe had healed her.

Mikey's excitement grew at the enthusiastic reactions. "Awesome! Let's do this. Where do you usually patrol?"

The turtles exchanged glances and considered the best route. Blue spoke up. "We usually patrol around downtown, mostly at night to avoid civilians. But our New Yorkers are kind of stupid, they're too busy with their own problems."

Blue added on as he caught Purple's subtle gaze and gave him a reassuring smile. "Like new, brother! No need to get excited," he said with a casual wave of his hand, his tone light and carefree. Always the joker, he added with a chuckle, "I've seen worse - remember that backflip where I landed on my face? Classic!" His carefree nature came through as always, enjoying the spontaneity of the moment and trying to lighten his brother's mood with a little humor.

Red rolled his eyes, a mixture of annoyance and amusement on his face. "Oh, please. That backflip was more of a face-fall, and you know it."

Mikey chuckled, obviously appreciating the banter. "Face-fall, backflip - same thing," he said, grinning. "Now, seriously, should we start patrolling?"

The brothers exchanged glances, silently pondering the question. Finally, Red let out a sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Sure, why not? Let's get started. Where are your brothers, Mikey?"

Mikey hummed, "They're already on the rooftops on the surface." He led them up to a rooftop, and for the first time, the four Rise brothers saw the 2012 Universe of New York. It was gray, depressing, and too Jersey for Blue's taste. It was nothing like their neon light’s New York. Where were the people? The lights? The music? They reached the rooftop and a sense of gloom hung in the air.

"Wow," Orange breathed, taking in the desolate cityscape. The lack of life and vibrant energy was palpable and a stark contrast to their own world. "What a difference..."

The Rise Turtles exchanged glances, realizing that the atmosphere was very different from what they were used to. Donatello, Leonardo and Raphael, who were waiting on the roof for Mikey and the Rise brothers, frowned.

"What do you mean? It's always like this. Isn't yours the same?" asked Donnie

The 2012 turtles watched as the Rise turtles took in the sight of their world. Orange fidgeted with his bandana, hesitating before speaking.

"Well... it's a little different where we come from," he admitted. "Our New York is a little more, uh, lively, I guess?"

Orange fidgeted, not quite sure how to describe the difference. "Well, our streets are... brighter, I guess. The buildings are newer and nicer, and there's more... more light."

Donatello, ever the curious one, stepped closer, a look of fascination on his face. "More light, you say? Care to elaborate?"

Blue nodded. "Yes. Our New York is full of life. There are neon lights, colorful signs, and people everywhere. The streets are always busy, and there's always music playing somewhere. It's like the city never sleeps.

Red added, "Yeah, and the buildings have that cool look. It's a lot more alive than this place."

Purple chimed in, "And the people are always out and about, no matter what time of day it is. There's a sense of energy and excitement that just isn't there here."

The 2012 turtles listened intently, intrigued by the differences between their worlds.

Leo, nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like a very different world. Must be nice to have so much life and energy around."

Orange smiled, feeling a little more at ease. "Yeah, it's pretty great. But I'm sure your New York has its own charm, too."

Raphael, always the skeptic, crossed his arms. "I don't know about charm, but it's home. We know every inch of this city, and we've been protecting it for years."

The Rise turtles nodded in understanding, realizing that despite their differences, the 2012 turtles had a deep connection to their home.

Purple smiled, "I guess every place has its unique character. And no matter how different our worlds are, we all share the same goal - to protect our city."

Ddonnie nodded, "Absolutely. And maybe by patrolling together, we can learn from each other….but I’m very interested of a Picture how you’re New York looks"

But Purple chimed in, activating the hologram mode of his gauntlet and showed the resident turtles their New York.

The holograms flickered on, and the 2012 turtles gasped as they saw the city of the world as the Rise turtles knew it. The lively, vibrant New York filled their vision, teeming with life and movement. The expressions on the faces of the 2012 turtles were filled with surprise, and Mikey, always the voice of the group, spoke up. "Wow... it's so different from ours."

Leonardo stepped forward, taking in the sights of their world through the hologram. "No wonder you think ours is dull. This is... lively."

Raph's eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe it."

Donnie came next, a mixture of curiosity and confusion on his face. "Why is it so... different?"

The Rise turtles shrugged, unsure of the reason for the drastic change in their respective cities.

Blue hummed, "Different universe, different New Yorker."

Leo's eyes scanned the holographic image, searching for differences in the landscape. "It's just so... vibrant."

Raph crossed his arms, a frown on his face. "And ours is... so gray."

Donnie stepped forward to examine the holographic image more closely, analyzing the details. "It's almost like..." he muttered to himself. But before he could finish his thought, Raph interrupted him. "What? What do you mean?"

Donnie looked up at Raph, his eyes still glued to the hologram. "It's like... our cities are complete opposites. Like we are to them," he pointed at the Rise brothers. "It's like we're the boring, seriously depressing version, and they're the fun, lively, humorous version."

The Rise brothers exchanged glances, realizing the truth in Donnie's words. "Is that really how you feel about us?" asked Orange, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Blue put a hand on Orange’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. "Hey, that's not what Don really meant. He's just being Donnie-analytical and blunt."

Raph crossed his arms. "Yeah, that's Donatello to you. Always thinking in terms of science and analysis."

Donnie raised an eyebrow at Raph's comment, but before he could respond, Leo spoke. "It's true, though. Our cities do feel different."

Donnie looked up at Raph, his eyes still glued to the hologram. "It's like... our cities are complete opposites. Like we are to them," he pointed at the Rise brothers. "It's like we're the boring, seriously depressing version, and they're the fun, lively, humorous version."

For a while they talked about their different New York’s until they Came to the Shredder Topic

The Rise brothers looked at each other. Red cleared his throat. "But he's human?" This was an indirect reference to the conversation they had had with the 2012 Brothers while eating risotto, where they had learned that the rise Shredder was a possessed armor and that their Oroku Saki was related to the Rise Brothers.

The resident Brothers exchanged glances as they realized the meaning of Red's question. Leonardo tilted his head. "Is that what you're wondering?"

Raph leaned in. "Our Shredder is human, yes."

Purple stepped forward. "Forgive my directness, but here's the confusing part - your Shredder is a normal human, not a centuries-old demon like our Shredder. We understand that he's your enemy because he's your father's enemy, and you're Splinter's sons. But here's the kicker: you're all 15 years old, yet he never once thought about... I don't know, teaming up with you to fight a guy he grew up with and probably knows all your moves because, well, they grew up together.”

They exchanged glances, taken aback by Purple's direct and blunt question. Mikey, used to the Rise brothers' directness, chuckled nervously. "Well... we never thought of it that way," he admitted.

Donatello took a step forward. "You make a good point. But it's not as simple as just joining forces. There's a lot of history and animosity between our father and Shredder. A direct alliance would be... complicated."

Raph nodded in agreement. "Yes, and believe me, he's a stubborn and powerful opponent. It's not like he's going to drop his decades-long plans on a whim."

Leo's gaze flickered from Purple to Donatello. "But you're not wrong. We've been fighting a losing battle, year after year, and our Shredder shows no signs of giving up."

Purple nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. It's a tough situation. Sometimes the past makes things more complicated than they need to be."

Blue chimed in, "Well, at least we know more about each other's worlds and enemies now. Maybe that'll help us find better ways to fight back."

Orange added with a grin, "And who knows, maybe we'll come up with something no one's tried before!"

Blue looked at Red and then turned his head back to the resident turtles. He looked into Leonardo's eyes. "Your father is a coward, a big coward. He lets his sons fight his battles? Well, not ours. The moment he found out that the Kuroi Yōroi were gathering, he fought by our side against that thing, even when he was traumatized by the loss of his mother to the seal in the Twilight Realm to contain the demon's mind."

The Leo and his brothers looked surprised by the revelation about Oroku Saki.

"Your father... he fought on your side? Oh right you said something similar befor" his eyes wide, a mixture of shock and guilt evident in his expression.

Donatello's mouth was open, processing the weight of Blue's words.Raph scratched the back of his head, his usual tough demeanor faltering as he considered the new information.

Orange looked at them sadly."Yes, Dad and all the spirits of our ancestors fought alongside us to defeat the Kuroi Yōroi. We are not our father's Student’s, we are his sons."A moment of silence hung in the air as the 2012 turtles absorbed the comparison. Leonardo's eyes flickered with self-doubt, questioning the choices their father had made. Raph clenched his fists, a mixture of frustration and grief welling up inside him.

"Maybe we... maybe we went about this all wrong," Leonardo murmured, his voice tinged with regret.

"We were so focused on fighting Shredder ourselves that we never considered... what if our father could have fought alongside us?"Donatello's analytical mind raced, the gears turning as he replayed countless battles in his mind."It changes everything. If Splinter had joined us... who knows how different things could have been?"

Raph's frustration bubbled over."And all this time, we risked our lives while he stayed behind. It's hard not to feel... abandoned."

Mikey stepped forward, his usual optimism tempered by a rare moment of seriousness."Hey, let's not lose sight of what's important. We can still change things. We can still fight together, as a family."

The Rise turtles watched the 2012 turtles struggle with their emotions, understanding the internal struggle they were facing. Purple nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. It's hard to reconcile the past with the present. But maybe this is a chance for all of us to grow stronger together."

Blue offered a reassuring smile. "We're all in this together now. Let's make sure we're ready for whatever comes our way."

Leo chimmed “so you fought together with the spirit’s of the Hamato’s befor you?”

Orange smiled proudly, "Our ancestors are with us," he announced. Mikey chuckled at the resolve. "That's pretty badass."

Leo leaned forward, interested. "So, let me get this straight. Your father and ancestors fought alongside you, and their spirits are still with you?"

Red nodded, his face grave."In our dimension, the Ninpo we told you about is a Hamato exclusive.It's our connection to our family and the Hamato Clan. Anata wa hitori ja nai,' it means that you are not alone.It's the family motto that our founder, Hamato Karai, said to us when we met her.

The 2012 turtles exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of awe and self-reflection. Leo's gaze softened as he realized the depth of the Rise brothers' bond with their family. His voice was filled with admiration and a hint of regret."Your connection to your ancestors and your father's bravery... it's inspiring. We've always fought hard, but perhaps we've been missing something crucial - our family's history and support."

Donatello nodded slowly, his analytical mind processing the implications."If we had that kind of connection... maybe things could have been different for us. Maybe we could have found a way to strengthen our bond and our fight."

Raph's usual tough exterior cracked, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. "We've been fighting alone for so long. It's hard to imagine having this kind of support."

Mikey stepped forward, his optimism shining through. "Hey, it's never too late to learn and grow. We can still make our family proud and find our own way to connect with our ancestors."

The Rise Turtles watched the 2012 Turtles struggle with their emotions, understanding the inner struggle they were facing. Purple nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. It's hard to reconcile the past with the present. But maybe this is a chance for all of us to grow stronger together."

Blue offered a reassuring smile. "We're all in this together now. Let's make sure we're ready for whatever comes our way."

Chapter Text

I had problems with the translation program and it changed some names and things that it shouldn't, I have now split it into two parts so that it was easier for me to correct. And I have I was so tired that my brain didn't notice anything anymore. 

Red and Blue exchanged glances, a brief moment of non-verbal communication passing between them. Then Blue looked at Leo. "How were you planning on inviting us on patrol?" Blue asked curiously, leaning on his twin Odachi swords, another difference between him and Leonardo.

Leo, surprised by the direct question, paused for a moment. "Well, we thought it would be a good way to show you our city and maybe share some of our experiences. Plus, we thought it might help build our teamwork."

Donnie nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and who knows, maybe we'll learn a few things from you."

Raph grinned. "And let's face it, it might be fun to see how you handle things on a real patrol."

Mikey clapped his hands, his enthusiasm contagious. "All right then, let's get going! Adventure awaits!"

Purple, who had been tapping on his gauntlet for a few minutes, suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes at Donnie. "Do you hack into the cameras to survey the city, see where there are problems, and make an actual plan? I mean, we do that a lot, but I always have alarms and programs set up for hot situations.” Donnie’s eyes widened at Purple's revelation. "You... you hack into the cameras to see what areas need the most help?" he asked.

Raph scratched his chin, intrigued by this new approach. Leo frowns, clearly not a fan of the idea. "This is... not very ethical."

Red looked the resident turtles dead in the eyes. "We're teenage mutant ninja turtles who don't pay taxes, energy, water, or even register, and you draw the line at hacking security cameras?"

Leo laughed at Red's words. He couldn't argue with his logic. "Okay, point taken," he conceded.

Raph grinned. "Yeah, when you put it like that, hacking into security cams doesn't seem so bad."

Donnie, on the other hand, still looked a bit concerned.

Purple stepped forward, his finger pressing onto Donatello's plastron, and in a low hiss he said, "You'd rather let yourself and your brothers run into an unknown situation and get hurt? Besides stealing stuff from junkyards and not paying taxes, being a good citizen of a fucked-up city on the verge of collapse because of roaming mutants, criminals, and the Foot Clan? And Hacking public cameras is not ethical for you?"

Donnie's face was a mixture of embarrassment and reluctant understanding. "When you put it like that, I guess it's not the worst thing we could do," he admitted with a sigh.

Leo and Raph exchanged glances and silently agreed.

Meanwhile, Mikey leaned back, looking impressed. "Damn, you Rise bros are way more hardcore than us."

Orange gave his counterpart a bright smile. "Oh, we noticed. From what we've seen so far, you may have skills and be better trained, but we have more victories and less villains. The ones we have are like your average Sunday morning cartoon villains on a show on Cartoon Network."

The conversation paused for a moment as everyone processed this new insight. Raph spoke up, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Wait, the villains you fight are like... cartoonish?"

Blue chuckled, resting a hand on his hip while still leaning on his Odachi. "More like they give long monologues during fights and then run away just so we can do it all over again next week. They're not much of a threat and don't really hurt anyone but themselves. Muy Bueno."

Leo raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued and a little envious. Donatello crossed his arms, a grin forming on his face. "Sounds like you have it pretty easy in that respect. Next, you'll tell me that you don't have any Purple Dragons."

Orange hummed. "Oh no, we do. They're this high school club into tech, and they like to steal Purple's gear, because he joined them for a while just because they had cool satin jackets in purple."

Leonardo's eyes widened at the mention of the Purple Dragons. "You have a group like that? Teenagers who just cause trouble?"

Purple nodded. "Yes, but they're more of a nuisance than a real threat. They're not exactly masterminds or anything."

Donatello chuckled. "Our Purple Dragons are a bit different. They're a full-fledged gang, led by Hun. They're involved in all kinds of criminal activity - robbery, extortion, you name it. They're a real pain to deal with."

Red looked surprised. "Sounds like your Purple Dragons are a lot more dangerous than ours."

Mikey nodded. "Yeah, they've given us a lot of headaches over the years. We've had some pretty intense battles with them."

Orange grinned. "Well, maybe next time you can take a break and let us handle them. They might be surprised at our approach!"

Leo smiled. "That might not be a bad idea. It would be interesting to see how they react to a different group of turtles."

Purple’s mind raced, plans already forming in his head. "They don't sound like the kind of villains we deal with every other week.”

Donnie huffed. “Well yours just some stupid kids! Next you'll be telling me that Baxter Stockman is a nice teacher!"

Orange tilted his head. "Well, not exactly. Baxter Stockboy is a kid. His parents run a convenience store, and he made those ghost hunter videos that we found out were fake. He tries to expose us sometimes, but well, he's just a nosy kid."

Leonardo chuckled at the mention of Baxter Stockman. "Damn, so he's not only a kid, but he makes fake ghost haunts videos? That's some high school stuff."

Raph raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face. "Sounds like the kind of guy who wears those fingerless gloves. Why are half the enemies you have in your world just stupid kids? How is that fair?"

Donnie chuckled, obviously envious. "You guys seem to have it pretty easy, no wonder you have so many victories!"

Raph scowled, looking slightly annoyed by the conversation. "Oh man, you could say that! We have to deal with mob bosses and super villains week in and week out, while you guys are fighting a bunch of high school kids. Makes me want to trade places for a while."

Blue chuckled at Raph's comment. "Oh, come on, you guys have some pretty tough villains. Shredder, Bebop and Rocksteady... We have a mutant pig cook who cooks and eats other mutants. His name is Meat Sweats. He used to be that famous TV chef Orange liked to watch - Rupert Swagger."

Leon chuckled again. "Yeah, we have Shredder, Bebop, Rocksteady, you name it. We're pretty famous for taking on the big bad guys."

Mikey's eyes widened at the mention of Meat Sweats. "Wait, a mutant chef who eats other mutants? And you said he was a famous TV chef before he mutated?"

Blue nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yep. That's Meat Sweats for you. He used to be a celebrity chef before he mutated into the mutant he is today. In our dimension, tell me, why are we still here chatting and not making a plan? Are you waiting for someone else to come along?"

Leonardo looked around at the other turtles. The group nodded in agreement.

"Casey should be here soon," Raph replied, a hint of impatience in his voice.

A nonchalant "Which one?" came from Blue, confusing the resident turtles.

Leonardo was a bit taken aback by Blue's question. "W-what do you mean, which Casey?" he asked, slightly confused.

Donatello also looked confused. "You have more than one Casey?" he asked.

Blue chuckled when he saw the confusion on the other turtles' faces. "Yes, in our dimension we have two different versions of Casey Jones."

Leo couldn't help but scoff at the idea. "Two different versions... seriously?"

Donatello was even more fascinated. "Two Casey Jones? That's something else."

Blue and Red exchanged glances, ready to explain.

Blue began, casually leaning on his Odachi, "In our dimension, we have Cassandra Jones. She used to be a Foot recruit, and now she's an important ally. Cass is tough as nails, super skilled, and doesn't take crap from anyone. She has a fierce determination and a no-nonsense attitude. Short, spiky hair, strong athletic build - you can tell she means business just by looking at her.

Red continued, flexing his muscles a bit, "And then there's Casey Junior. He's Cassandra's kid from the future. This guy's got heart and guts. Always diving headfirst into danger, eager to prove himself. He's lean, athletic, with short, messy hair, a Hokey mask with some nice features, and some makeshift armor. The boy has the raw energy and drive to live up to his mother's badass legacy."

Leo listened, fascinated by the descriptions. "So you've got a mix of the classic Casey spirit and some serious martial arts training in the form of Cassandra. That's pretty cool."

Donnie nodded in agreement. "It should be interesting to see how their different backgrounds shape their approach to crime fighting."

Blue grinned, "Exactly. Cass brings a unique edge with her Foot Clan training, and Casey Junior has that wild enthusiasm and drive to prove himself."

Mikey chuckled. "Sounds like they both add an interesting dynamic to your team."

Donnie chimed in with a confused look. "Wait, so Cassandra Jones is Casey's mother from the future? And Casey and Cassandra are different people in your world? Is there an Arnold Jones?"

The Rise brothers looked at each other and shrugged in unison. "Never heard of an Arnold," Blue said.

Orange added, "Cassandra was raised by the Foot when her parents abandoned her. She doesn't really remember their names. Why is that? Who is Arnold Jones to your Casey? And just to get the gender right, is your Casey a boy or a girl?"

Leon and his brothers exchanged confused looks.

"Well, our Casey Jones is a boy," Leo finally answered. "And Arnold Jones is his scumbag of a father."

Blue raised an eyebrow at the mention of a scumbag father. "A shitty parent, I suppose? Please, for my nerves, tell me you found a cheap apartment for your Casey or gave him shelter from his abusive father," he asked.

The resident turtles remained silent, their expressions troubled.

Leo scratched his neck, a little uncomfortable with the question. "We've tried to help Casey as much as we can, but he's tough and insists on doing things his way. Arnold is... not an easy situation to handle."

Raph's tough exterior softened for a moment. "Yes, we've done what we can, but sometimes Casey is too stubborn for his own good."

Donnie added, "It's a constant battle, but we always have his back."

Blue and Red exchanged sympathetic glances. "Sounds like you guys have a lot on your plate," Blue said. "But it's good to know you're looking out for him."

Orange nodded. "If there's anything we've learned, it's that family - whether by blood or by choice - sticks together."

Blue sighed slightly. "It just sounds like your version of Casey isn't getting the best life, and I feel bad for him."

Orange chimed in, a hint of genuine concern in his voice. "Yeah, that doesn't sound too good. I mean, dealing with an abusive parent, and the only way to feel somewhat safe is probably hanging out with you guys. But then you go on patrol with him, where he fights more, which means he doesn't have much space to cool down and feel really safe."

Blue and his brothers exchanged sympathetic glances.

"That sounds really tough," Blue said, a hint of sympathy in his voice. He thought of Junior and how his future son/student would have to survive in an apocalyptic world where they had no choice but to fight. "How old is he?"

Leo and his brothers frowned, a mixture of worry and concern on their faces.

"He's sixteen, a year older than us," Leo said, the weight of the information heavy in his voice.

Blue's expression grew more serious, his eyes narrowing. "Sixteen, huh? That's a pretty rough age."

"And with that kind of environment, it's no wonder he has some problems," Orange added, a hint of concern in his voice.

Red crossed his arms. "Have you had him checked out after a few fights... by the way, who is your medic?"

Leonardo thought for a moment, a flicker of realization crossing his face. "We usually rely on Donnie for that sort of thing. He's the best we have when it comes to medical knowledge."

Donnie nodded. "I do my best, but it can be a challenge sometimes. We try to take care of each other, but we don't always have the resources or knowledge we need."

Blue nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like you do the best you can with what you have. Just keep looking out for each other. Sometimes that's all you can do."

Leo looked around at the other turtles. "Come to think of it, we don't really have a dedicated medic. It's usually just one of us playing that role."

Raph spoke up with a hint of frustration. "And no, we haven't given him any checkups or anything. He's pretty stubborn about it."

Red's eyes narrowed along with Blue's. "When we meet him, Blue will give him a full check-up," his eyes then narrowed to the resident turtles. "He's part of your team?"

Leo nodded, acknowledging the need for a full examination. "Yes, he's part of our team. He may not be officially recognized, but we value him as much as any of us."

Raph shrugged, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "He's a good fighter, and he's been with us through tough times. He's family."

Donnie added with a sigh, "Even if he has some serious problems he refuses to address."

Red nodded, his eyes fixed on Leo, who towered over him with his buff size. "If a member of your team refuses to be examined, you should not just let him. Even if he says he's fine, an injured member is a dead weight if he can't communicate it and still fights as if nothing is wrong," he said, his old leader persona shining through. He looked at his brothers. "Like in my Team, I’m not the Leader anymore but I'm the oldest. I'm responsible for keeping my brothers and everyone who fights with us safe and making sure we can handle whatever comes our way. Because if I don't, they could all end up dead."

Leo's eyes widened slightly at the weight and tone of Red's words. "You're right. We shouldn't just let him refuse the tests. He's been through too much."

Raph nodded in agreement, a sense of urgency in his voice. "We have to make sure he can take care of himself. We can't have one of our own get hurt because he's too proud to speak up."

Donnie, as usual, chimed in with practical advice. "It's also a safety risk to have someone who's injured out in the field."

Mikey blinked. "Dude, you're like a wise old turtle, like Master Oogway, but in a young body," he said, only half paying attention to the conversation. His ADHD made it difficult for him to concentrate for long without daydreaming.

Leo chuckled softly at Mikey's comparison, amused by his youngest brother's distracted state. "Hey, focus, dude," he teased, nudging him gently. "We're trying to have a serious conversation."

Raph joined in, his tone laced with humor as he looked at Blue. "He's always daydreaming. Like a tortoise version of a space cadet."

Blue and Orange exchanged looks. "You admit that your Mikey has a form of ADHD, right?" Blue asked.

Leo nodded, a rueful smile on his face. "Oh, we know."

Raph let out a small sigh. "He's been a handful since he could crawl."

Donatello chimed in, a hint of affection in his voice. "Mikey has a million thoughts in his head all the time. It's a constant battle to keep him on track."

Orange tilted his head. "Well, and what do you do to help him focus?"

Leonardo thought for a moment before answering. "We try to give him tasks that he finds interesting. Something to keep his attention. It's like trying to wrangle a hyperactive puppy."

Raph nodded in agreement. "And lots and lots of reminders. Sometimes he forgets even the most obvious things."

Blue sighed and looked at Mikey, then turned to Purple. "Can you get him one of those stim toys you have on standby for Orange and me?"

Leo raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, but looked over at Mikey, who was now playing with a loose thread on his bandana.

Raph spoke up. "You think a stim toy will help him concentrate?"

Donnie sighed and thought for a moment. "It probably can't hurt. It'll give him something to fidget with while he listens."

Mikey's ears perked up at the mention of a stim toy. He looked up from his yarn tugging.

Purple looked at Mikey, then pushed a button on his gauntlet. A metal arm reached out of his shell to grab something from another compartment. It was a set of mesh marbles, designed to be quiet and perfect for public use on patrol.

Blue handed the mesh marbles to Mikey with a smile. "Here, try these. They might help you concentrate."

Leo and Raph exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. "Good idea," Leo said. "Let's see how it works."

Mikey's eyes lit up at the sight of the marbles. He quickly grabbed the marbles in the net, a broad grin spreading across his face. As he tossed them into their little net container, he liked the feeling and looked up, his hands busy.

"So, are we still waiting for Casey, or are we going to head out and meet him on the way to whatever's causing problems today?" Leo texted a message on his T-Phone to Casey.

"Let's head out," Leo decided while texting. "Casey will most likely be on patrol, and it's better to be proactive and meet him."

Raph nodded in agreement, his hand resting on his Sai. "Yeah, let's go."

Mikey nodded as well, juggling the net marbles between his hands.

The Rise brothers looked at each other and nodded. Purple activated the function of his jet pack and Orange climbed on Red's shell. As Blue grinned, "Vamanos, chicos." The resident turtles watched as Blue, Orange and Purple readied themselves for the adventure ahead. Donnie’s eyebrows raised a little at the sight of Purple's jet pack. „Well, that's handy," he commented with a nod.

Purple huffed, amused. "Yes, it is. I'm a spiny softshell turtle, which means I have to use more energy to move on land. The jetpack compensates for that and allows me to show off my technological prowess."

Leo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Purple's comment. "Spiky softshell, huh? I guess that explains the jetpack."

Raph gave a huff of agreement. "And the attitude."

Mikey couldn't help but chime in. "You got an arsenal of equipment, don't you?"

Purple smirked, not denying the accusation. "Oh, absolutely. My arsenal is extensive. I have the intellectual capacity to develop advanced technology and the inclination to use it to the fullest."

Donnie raised an eyebrow at the display. "Seems a bit excessive, don't you think?" he asked.

Purple raised an eyebrow. "Excessive? Hardly. Using my innate gifts and optimizing my technological abilities is how I express myself. I could function without my equipment, but as a tech wizard, I choose to use advanced technology," his eyes narrowed to Donatello's ordinary bo-staff, and then to his own titan bo-staff.

Leo chuckled at Purple's response, respecting the turtle's logic.

Raph shook his head with a grin. "You always have an answer for everything, don't you?"

Mikey, on the other hand, seemed intrigued by the comparison. "Your Titan-Bo is pretty cool," he commented, his hands still occupied with the mesh marbles.

Donnie’s hesitated. "Master Splinter would never allow me to have anything other than the traditional bo."

Purple's eyes hardened a bit. "Then he doesn't understand that you'll never reach your full potential. Look at Blue - he has odachis instead of katanas. They're heavier, but they fit him better. Part of being a ninja is having a weapon you can completely trust. I could use an ordinary wooden bo, but that wouldn't be me."

Leo couldn't help but agree with some of Purple's points. "You're right," he said, a hint of respect in his voice.

Raph crossed his arms, his expression a little more serious. "But you have to admit, some of your equipment is a bit over the top."

Purple smirked. "Overboard? I prefer the term 'highly optimized'. I have the intellectual capacity to develop and use advanced technology. Why limit myself to basic tools? When faced with an enemy vulnerable to fire, would you rather fumble for a lighter and hairspray, or simply use a built-in flamethrower?"

Donnie nodded thoughtfully. "I see what you're saying. It's about finding what works best for you and pushing the envelope."

Raph crossed his arms, his expression still cautious. "Okay, fine. I admit it might have its uses, but you have to admit you're still overdoing it a bit."

Donatello looked between them, his eyes pensive. "It seems there might be safer options, though."

For a while, the local turtles and the Rise turtles moved across the rooftops. The Rise turtles stayed quiet, familiarizing themselves with the 2012 terrain, while the resident turtles remained silent, processing all the information they had received from their counterparts.

The silence between the two groups was a bit tense as the Resident turtles took in the information from their Rise counterparts. Raph watched the Rise counterparts with a wary eye, while Leonardo tried to remain calm.

Mikey fidgeted a bit, still clutching the net marbles, while Donnie watched the group with a pensive expression.

It was Blue who finally broke the silence. "You're not exactly... what we were expecting when Purple first announced his thesis of a multiverse full of, well, us."

Red added, his face pensive, "We have differences." Orange added, a smile on his face as he scanned the terrain on Red's shell. „And that makes us all unique. We may be basically the same person, but we're not carbon copies. We have different experiences, sometimes even different enemies.“ Purple rubbed his beak. „And that's a good thing, because it means that there are counterparts of us in every other verse. We're not the same in many ways, but we also share personality traits." Leo listened to the words, taking in the differences the Rise Turtles pointed out. "I think you're right," he admitted after a moment, a hint of respect in his eyes.

Raph nodded, his arms still folded. "Yes, we're not all the same, and different experiences have clearly shaped us differently."

Mikey smiled, still holding the net marbles. "But you know what they say: 'Different is good.'"

Blue nodded. "Muy Bueno, chicos. If I had to deal with a Leo like me, I couldn't take it. I'm the face man," he said with a wink at Leo.

Leo chuckled at Blue's statement, his expression playful. "Yeah, I can't say I could handle an exact copy of myself all the time either."

Raph snorted, a grin on his face. "You'd probably both drive each other crazy."

Mikey laughed at Raph's comment, still clutching the net marbles. "That's the truth," he agreed. "You'd be trying to strangle each other every five minutes."

Donnie let out a humming sound, his eyes pondering. "It would certainly be a... unique dynamic."

Suddenly, they heard a commotion coming from an alley in the empty and dull streets of New York.

Leonardo's head snapped up as he heard the commotion, his senses on high alert. "What was that?" he asked in a low voice.

Raph's hands clenched into fists, his eyes scanning the alley. "Sounded like trouble."

Blue stepped forward, a protective look in his eyes. "Let's go check it out. Stealth mode."

The group moved quickly and silently toward the alley where the sound of commotion had come from. Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey all tensed in preparation for a possible fight.

"Ready for anything," Leo muttered, his katana at the ready, while Raph took a defensive stance.

Blue and Orange followed suit, disappearing into the shadows. Purple, on the other hand, seemed a bit on edge, his eyes darting around, scanning the area. Red's eyes narrowed as he locked eyes with Purple, nodding to scan the alley.

As they cautiously approached, the source of the commotion came into focus. In the middle of the alley was a group of foot soldiers arguing with each other.

Leo gestured for the group to stand back, his eyes narrowing. Raph's expression hardened, his jaw clenched.

Blue whispered, "Let's take them out quietly. No need to alarm more of them."

Leo nodded in agreement. "Everyone stay alert and move in on my signal."

Donnie tensed, ready for battle.

Mikey clutched the net marbles, his eyes darting between the soldiers and his brothers.

Purple's fingers fidgeted with a switch on his Bo staff, his eyes narrowing on the soldiers. His brain was working overtime - these weren't the foot soldiers he and his brother had faced; these were robots. His eyes sparkled with a maniacal grin as he hacked at the bots with his gauntlet.

The soldiers suddenly froze, their bodies jerking and twitching. Purple's smile grew wider as he continued to work his magic.

"What's going on?" Raph asked in a low voice.

Donnie's eyes widened as he recognized the hacking mechanism. "Looks like Purple's messing with their systems."

Mikey's eyes widened as the soldiers continued to convulse. "Whoa, that's intense."

Blue pouted and crossed his arms. "Not fair, Purple, you steal all the fun."

Red sighed. "Blue, don't be childish. Surely there are other enemies that aren't robots."

Mikey added sheepishly, "Um, the Krangs are androids with laser guns?"

Red snorted, a grin on his face. "Krangs and lasers? Sounds like a walk in the park."

Purple rolled his eyes, fingers still working at the controls. "You're just jealous I got to have all the fun first."

They stared at the hard-wired Foot soldiers for a while. "Strange that Rahzar or another Foot ally isn't here, too," Donatello said.

Raph nodded, a puzzled expression on his face. "Yeah, it's weird that none of the regulars are here," he said, his eyes scanning the alley again.

Donatello's brow furrowed in thought. "Something's not right."

Orange looked around. "Who or what is this Rahzar?"

Leo tightened his grip on his katana, his eyes narrowing. "Rahzar used to be Chris Bradford, a martial artist who worked for Shredder. He was first mutated into a ferocious canine creature called Dogpound. But after a second mutation, he became Rahzar - a skeletal, wolf-like monster with immense power.”

Donnie added, "Not only is he strong, he is deadly fast and nearly impossible to defeat. His bones are exposed, which makes him look even more terrifying. We have to be extra careful."

Purple's eyes gleamed with interest. "A skeletal, wolf-like monster? Sounds like a fascinating topic for further analysis."

Blue tilted his head, trying to picture it. "So you're saying he's like a giant zombie dog-wolf? Man, that sounds like something out of a horror movie."

Red crossed his arms and grinned. "Yeah, but imagine the poor guy trying to buy a coat. 'Excuse me, do you have anything in an extra-extra-extra-large with bone cutouts?'"

Purple tapped his chin, thoughtfully. "Fascinating. His skeletal structure must be a marvel of mutation. I bet his X-rays would look like a Halloween decoration."

Orange chuckled and twirled his nunchaku. "I can see it now: Rahzar, the mutant who never misses a chance to make a bone joke. He'll be like, 'Hey, you got a bone to pick with me? Or, 'I've got a bone to pick with you, but it's exposed!'"

Blue chuckled. "Yeah, and he probably leaves a trail of bones wherever he goes. Imagine him in a fancy restaurant: 'Excuse me, sir, you're exposing your rib cage.'"

Leo's face crumpled as he tried to keep a straight face. "Guys, we're supposed to be focused and preparing for battle, not making jokes about Rahzar's bones," he said, though he couldn't help but smile.

Raph chuckled. "Leo's right, guys. We have to stay serious here."

The Rise turtles looked at each other. Blue couldn't resist. "Guys, you know that coping can mean making fun of an enemy who looks like he just came out of the animal cemetery, right?"

Purple nodded enthusiastically. "It's a coping mechanism, Leo. Besides, when we laugh, we're not afraid. And I bet Rahzar's never had anyone laugh at him before."

Orange grinned broadly. "Yes, laughter is the best weapon! Next to nun chucks, of course."

Red cracked his knuckles. "All right, let's keep it light for now, but remember, we have to face him soon. No more jokes once we're in the fight."

Blue shrugged and smiled. "Deal. But just imagine his face when we all start making bone jokes in the middle of the fight. Priceless. He would be so distracted and angry that it would be much easier to hit him."

Mikey nodded vigorously. "Yeah, guys! See, that's what I've been trying to tell my brothers all along! Laughter is our secret weapon!"

Leo rolled his eyes and tried to stifle a smile. "Yeah, yeah... Keep the banter friendly, boys. We're not here to entertain Rahzar."

Raph snorted, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "I bet he's never felt the sting of laughter like we're going to give him. I mean, when he sees eight turtles instead of the usual four, and with how big Red is, he would think twice about fighting us."

Donnie chuckled and shook his head. "You know, for a group of turtles who have faced countless enemies, you can be pretty immature."

Blue grinned cheekily. "But you have to admit, Donnie, it's our way of keeping our spirits up. Besides, a little banter never hurt anyone... Well, except our enemies' egos, that is. That's how we, the Mad Dogs, work."

Raph raised a brow. "You... you call your team the Mad Dogs? Not Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"

Blue's cheeks turned slightly pink, and he gave a slight nod. "Yeah, we've been going by the name 'Mad Dogs' lately. It's just a nickname that stuck, you know? It kind of fits our uniquely chaotic vibe. Red named us that because 'TMNT' was a mouthful.”

Leo's eyes widened in surprise. "Mad Dogs, huh? It definitely stands out. Suits your vibe, I guess."

Raph grinned. "Wait, Red gave you that name?"

Purple chuckled, crossing his arms.

Red shrugged, looking a little shy. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is good, but April was already with us, and it sounded like we were shutting her out. So I decided that Mad Dogs would sound a lot cooler." He scratched the back of his head.

Mikey’s jaw dropped. "Mad Dogs? That sounds so... wild!"

Donnie shook his head in disbelief. "I would never have thought of that name. It’s so different from ours."

Orange grinned. "I guess you could say it was... pawsitively perfect timing."

Blue groaned and shook his head with a smile. „Orange, seriously? Another pun?"

Red laughed, nudging Blue. "Hey, puns or not, it's a cool name. Just make sure you live up to it."

Purple smirked. "Oh, we plan to. Besides, it gives us an excuse to get a little wild."

Leo nodded, still processing the new information." All right then, Mad Dogs. Let's see what you got. But remember, when Rahzar is around, you have to stay focused. He is an apex predator." Hearing that, Red's big brother protective instincts kicked in, and a low growl escaped his throat.

Blue raised an eyebrow, hearing Red's heightened protective growl. He put a hand on Red's shoulder and gently pulled him back. "Hey, we'll be fine. We can handle Rahzar," he said calmly.

Raph chuckled softly and shook his head. "You get all broody when someone mentions Rahzar, don't you, Red? He's one of our enemies we've dealt with countless times."

Blue gave his big brother a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Red is very overprotective after we were badly injured in our fight with the Kuroi Yōroi and then with our versions of the Krangs. His alligator snapping turtle instincts are much more present when we are in a dangerous situation."

Red looked away for a moment. "Yes," he grumbled, still feeling the protective instincts bubbling just below the surface.

Michelangelo chimed in, a playful tone in his voice. "Yeah, he gets that 'big brother' vibe, doesn't he?"

Raphael grinned and elbowed Red. “You’re like a mama bear protecting her cubs. It's almost cute... in a tough guy kind of way." Red blushed by Raph's comment scratching the Back of his head all flustered, to be called out for his Protective Behavior.

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This is triple proof, as I learned from my mistakes. I swear this time I slept before I posted this part, my dyslexia brain really doesn't work if I don't sleep in more than 12 hours 😭

A deep, menacing growl filled the air, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone unfortunate enough to hear it. The sound of something metallic being dragged across the ground cut through the silence like a knife, creating an eerie echo that bounced around the otherwise quiet surroundings.

The hissing breath that followed was a harbinger of the horror that was coming down the alleyway they were in. The air grew thick with tension, each breath more labored than the last as they felt the oppressive weight of despair settle over them like a suffocating shroud.

The sound of approaching footsteps sent a shiver through the air, growing louder by the moment, accompanied by the eerie growl of something not quite human.

Fear coursed through Leo’s veins as he whispered the name of their formidable adversary: “Rahzar.” His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, betraying his inner turmoil.

As soon as the name left his lips, the others paused, their hands instinctively tightening on their respective weapons; Donnie gripping his bo staff, Raph’s grip on his Sai almost unbreakable, and Mikey, uncharacteristically silent, scanned their surroundings uneasily.

A tense silence hung in the air, broken only by the increasingly loud footsteps of Rahzar as he approached.

The eight stood back to back, ready to face this formidable foe once again. Their hearts pounded against their chests and adrenaline coursed through their veins, fueling their determination to protect each other and themselves.

Meanwhile the Rise brothers stood their ground, their expressions a mixture of determination and fury. Blue’s eyes narrowed as he drew his Odachi, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light. “We’ve faced worse, guys. Stay sharp and keep your cool,” he reminded them, his voice steady despite the tension.

Purple adjusted his tech gauntlet, his fingers dancing over the controls as he prepared his next move. “Remember, teamwork is key. We’ve got this,” he said, determination etched in his features as he locked eyes with his brothers.

Orange’s nun chucks whirled through the air, creating a blur of motion as he prepared for the impending confrontation. “Yeah, let’s show this creep what we’re made of,” he added, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a fierce resolve.

Red, his form towering over them with his 6’1”, tightened his grip on his brothers, ensuring they were ready for whatever came next. “We’re in this together. No one gets left behind," he declared, his voice a mix of conviction and protectiveness.

Raph’s voice rang out in a low, impatient grumble, his stance shifting as he prepared for battle. “Where?” His brow furrowed with concern and a hint of aggression as he scanned the surroundings, trying to anticipate the danger lurking in the shadows.

A nervous gulp escaped from Mikey’s throat as he gripped his nunchaku tighter, a quiver in his voice. “Rahzar’s here?” he repeated, his eyes wide with worry and his legs trembling slightly.

Donnie’s grip on his bo staff tightened, his eyes darting back and forth as he searched the shadows for any sign of movement. His mind raced, assessing the situation and formulating a plan, his analytical mind working at overdrive to figure out the best course of action.

Purple, the tech-savvy genius, his fingers twitching restlessly over the screen as he tried to make out the faintest signs of movement in the shadows, his tech showed error’s , maybe thanks to the Portal Travel they had before. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses, analyzing the data and trying to pinpoint their enemy’s whereabouts.

Leo’s eyes narrowed as he felt a familiar sensation tingle through him. Swallowing dryly, he warned in a harsh whisper, “He is near.” He scanned the darkness, his senses on high alert as he prepared himself for the inevitable confrontation.

Leo turned to face his brothers, his voice taking on a graver tone. “I can sense him…” he repeated, his eyes flickering with a deep, primal awareness. His senses were heightened, attuned to every faint rustle and subtle shift in the air, his instincts telling him that danger was lurking nearby.

Donnie chimed in, his voice unusually serious. “I can feel it, too. There’s a change in the air, palpable in every breath we take…” His analytical mind processed the information, confirming what their instincts already screamed at them.

The sound of something metallic and heavy scraping against the ground suddenly grew louder, accompanied by a low, menacing growl.

Every step their enemy took grew louder, their hearts pounding harder against their chests, they could almost feel its presence.

Red, ever the protective big brother, lifted Orange and Blue onto his shell, creating a strategic vantage point for them to observe their surroundings from above. He remained by Purple's side, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the area, his muscles taut with readiness.

The tension in the air was palpable as they waited, every muscle tensed and senses on high alert. The night grew eerily quiet, as if the city itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the confrontation to come.

In a hushed tone, Red turned to Donnie, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “How strong are his claws?” he asked, his eyes fixed on Donnie, waiting for the expert analysis of their enemy’s capabilities.

After a few seconds, he replied, his voice calm and confident. “Rahzar’s claws are known to be incredibly sharp and remarkably strong, capable of tearing through most materials with ease.”

Red’s brow furrowed as he clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. He turned to his brothers, his voice full of determination. “Rahzar is not some harmless skeleton. He’s armed and dangerous. Let’s give him the Kuroi Yōroi treatment,” he declared, his words bringing a sense of understanding to the group.

“The Kuroi Yōroi treatment, huh?” Blue replied, his grin widening with excitement. He couldn’t wait to show off his skills and prove himself to the resident turtles.

Sitting on Red’s shell, Orange exchanged a conspiratorial look with Blue, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“What is the Kuroi Yōroi treatment?” Mikey asked, curiosity etched into his face.

Blue glanced over at Red before turning back to his younger brother. “It’s a code phrase we use to remember certain battle strategies.” He explained. "The Kuroi Yōroi treatment is a… shall we say, somewhat unconventional approach to dealing with our enemies.” Blue hesitated for a moment, then continued. “It means we don’t hold back.”

“See how intimidating Red looks just standing there?” Blue said, a hint of admiration in his voice. “Well, when he goes all out, he becomes even more intimidating. And so do Purple, Orange and me.”

Mikey’s eyes widened as he listened to Blue’s words, a mixture of awe and nervous excitement running through him. He had never seen Red in action before and the thought of witnessing her full power was both exciting and intimidating.

Red nodded in agreement, his voice tinged with pleasure. “Damn right,” he said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “No holds barred.”

Mikey’s eyes widened even further at Red’s words, his youthful excitement evident on his face as he absorbed the seriousness of their impending conflict.

Purple chimed in, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. “It’s definitely not for the faint of heart,” he agreed. “But it’s effective. Most of the time." There was a hint of caution in his tone, acknowledging that even this aggressive approach could be risky at times.

Raph, always the skeptical one of the group, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and cross his arms as he questioned the effectiveness of their tactics. "Sounds a little reckless, don't you think?" he said, a hint of doubt in his voice.

Blue countered, his voice full of confidence. "Sure, it might seem that way," he admitted. "But sometimes going all out is the fastest and most efficient way to handle things."

The sound of footsteps grew louder as something approached, the eight shivered. A low, menacing growl was heard from the same place they had last heard footsteps, and then something began to emerge from the shadows.

Just as Red was about to reply, a huge creature emerged from the shadows, claws outstretched and a hissing voice. "Turtles..." it growled. It was none other than Rahzar.

The tension in the air grew as Rahzar, a hulking and monstrous figure, revealed himself. His presence alone sent shivers down their spines.

Raph, ever the hot-head, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the approaching threat.

"You've messed with us enough, Rahzar," he growled sternly, his Sai at the ready.

The turtles all tensed as the beast’s voice sent shivers down their spines, their instincts flaring in response to the sudden threat.

“You doubled?” Rahzar taunted clearly ignored Raph, his voice dripping with malice, his eyes glowing with a sinister gleam as he surveyed the eight turtle mutants.

The turtles' collective muscles tensed, their bodies falling into a fighting stance as they faced the twisted behemoth.

“We’ve dealt with you before, and we’ll do it again,” Raph replied, his voice filled with determination, his Sai held tightly at his sides.

Blue chimed in, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere with a joke. “Well, he looks just like you described. Has he won the world’s ugliest dog award yet?” He looked Rahzar up and down.

Rahzar’s growl deepened at Blue’s playful remark. He didn’t appreciate being made fun of, especially by the turtles.

Raph managed a small grin at Blue’s attempt to break the tension, but the amusement was short-lived as their opponent took offense at the teasing.

Rahzar’s growl deepened as he fixed his gaze on Blue, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “You… will regret those words, turtle with the red eye marks,” he growled, saliva dripping from his exposed teeth.

Blue smirked, the tension not affecting his carefree demeanor.

“Oh really?” Blue replied, his voice filled with mockery. “I’m shaking in my shell.”

Purple clenched his jaw, his fingers hovering near the control panel, ready to act. “He’s definitely not here for a friendly chat,” he observed, his voice calm. Purple glanced at Rahzar’s intimidating appearance, a mixture of werewolf and skeleton, and added with a mix of sarcasm and genuine concern, “But I would vote for him in the world’s ugliest dog competition, and he was a martial artist once?”

Raph nodded in agreement with Purple’s words, his voice resolute. “Damn right he was,” he confirmed.

The mention of Rahzar’s betrayal of Mikey sparked a flicker of anger in Raph’s eyes. “And he’s not going down without a fight. He betrayed Mikey and tried to manipulate him by playing the friend card before his first mutation to Dogpound.”

“So we all agree?” Purple spoke up, his voice steady and calculating. “Kuroi Yōroi?”

Blue nodded in agreement, the determination clear in his eyes. “We all agree. We will do this the Kuroi Yōroi way,” he confirmed, his voice strong and determined.

Red huffed in agreement, his expression firm. “Let’s show our opponents what we’re capable of, Mad Dogs,” he declared.

Blue quickly raised his Odachi and drew a circle as a blue portal formed. In a quick maneuver, Blue jumped through the portal and appeared behind Rahzar, delivering a powerful kick to his head.

Rahzar’s head snapped back at the impact. Obviously caught off guard by the unexpected attack, he staggered backward as the other turtles watched the scene with surprise and determination.

Rahzar stumbled, trying to regain his balance, and quickly turned to face Blue, his expression twisted with anger. “You little…”

“Nice warm-up, Blue,” Red called out, a flicker of approval in his eyes as he watched the scene unfold. Raph, always quick to respond to a challenge, could not resist joining the fray. With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged at Rahzar, his Sai glinting in the dim light.

Rahzar, already on edge from the initial ambush, growled as he prepared for Raph’s frontal assault. Despite his size, he was agile on his feet, and he quickly sidestepped Raph’s attack, trying to keep him off balance.

Raph, not expecting the quick dodge, found himself off balance for a moment. Quickly recovering, he narrowed his eyes, analyzing Rahzar’s movements with a calculating gaze. Sensing an opportunity, Purple activated his Tech Bo staff, a faint glow emanating from it.

Purple, quick on his feet, advanced swiftly toward Rahzar, his Tech Bo staff ready to strike. He swung the staff with precision, aiming to catch the monstrous creature off guard.

Blue followed Purple's lead swiftly. His twin Odachi crackled with energy as he delivered a precise and powerful blow from behind.

Rahzar let out a guttural roar as the blow hit its mark, staggering him, but the relentless attacks continued.

"Not bad," Donnie muttered under his breath, impressed to see Blue using his Ninpo.

"You think you can take us all, Rahzar?" Red taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he tightened his grip on his weapons. "You're going down."

Rahzar growled, regaining his footing. "You'll regret this," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

Blue grinned, twirling his Odachi with practiced ease. "Bring it on, Rahzar. We're not afraid of you."

Orange added with a chuckle, "Yeah, you may have the looks, but we have the skills."

Purple, ever the strategist, chimed in, "Let's see how well you handle a little chaos."

Rahzar sneered, his eyes fixed on the group of turtles. "You think you're tough?" he growled, his voice dripping with confidence. "You may have a few tricks up your sleeve, but you are still nothing compared to me."

Blue grinned, twirling his Odachi with practiced ease. "Oh, we're ready for you, Rahzar. We have skills and tactics you haven't even dreamed of."

Orange chuckled, a grin playing on his beak. "And don't underestimate us just because we look cute. We've taken on opponents much scarier than you."

Rahzar chuckled darkly, his grin dripping with false confidence.

“Your insolence and confidence are amusing, turtles,” he growled. “But your words mean nothing if you lack the power to back them up.”

He straightened, his body tense and ready for a fight. “But don’t worry. I’ll enjoy putting you all in your place.”

Immediately, the eight turtles sprang into action, each taking their positions. Red and Orange charged forward, their red and orange Ninpo surrounding them, their movements almost synchronized.

"We're different from the turtles you've faced before," Red declared as Orange's nunchaku chains lengthened, forming a net around Rahzar. In an instant, Orange swung his chains with force, sending Rahzar flying into the nearby wall.

Rahzar slammed into the wall with a brutal thud that echoed through the alley.

He collapsed against the wall, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected onslaught. Rahzar let out a loud grunt upon impact, the force sending shockwaves of pain through his body. He stumbled backwards, his back pressed against the wall, and shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears.

The alley was filled with the sounds of battle. The clatter of chains, the grunts and growls of combat, and the crunch of breaking bones mingled with the metallic scraping of Rahzar’s claws as he struggled to find his footing. The flickering streetlights cast long, ominous shadows across the ground, making the scene even more frightening. The distant hum of the city’s nightlife was nearly drowned out by the intense, immediate chaos in the alley.

The eight turtles, their faces a mix of determination and rage, continued their relentless assault on Rahzar. Blue, with his gleaming Odachi, struck precisely at Rahzar’s least protected areas, while Purple used his holographic weapons to overwhelm their adversary from multiple angles. The coordinated efforts of the Rise brothers created a maelstrom of violence that left Rahzar reeling.

With each blow, Rahzar’s confusion grew. How could these tortoises be so strong? He wondered as his strength ebbed. The alley, once quiet and inconspicuous, had been transformed into a battlefield, echoing with the sounds of their fierce struggle. The sickening crunch of flesh against concrete, the grating of metal against bone, and the constant growl and hiss created a symphony of chaos that completely enveloped them.

Rahzar struggled to stay upright, his vision blurred with each blow. Each blow from the turtles sent him reeling, his body aching from the impact. He swiped and clawed relentlessly, trying to find an opening in their defenses.

Donnie's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene. "Well, that's not what I expected..." he said, turning to the left as Rahzar tried to hit him.

Leo was equally impressed, his eyes widening. "That attack was quite unexpected," he remarked, throwing a shuriken to distract Rahzar's claws.

Raph chuckled, still a bit breathless from the sudden attack. "I won't lie, I didn't expect Red to be such a ham. Or that Orange would have such strength," he added, stabbing at Rahzar.

Mikey's eyes were wide and sparkling. "Dudes..." he shouted, slipping between Rahzar's legs to get away.

Donnie's eyebrows furrowed as he analyzed the situation. "Red and Orange's teamwork is nothing to sneeze at. They work in perfect synchronization," he observed.

Purple grinned.

“We use a side effect of the Hamato Ninpo, mind-melding. We are one, we are us, we are…” the last part was said in unison by the Rise Turtles, ”Mad Dogs.”

Leo took a moment to admire the unexpected display of power. “They’re… pretty impressive,” he admitted.

Raph, still recovering, raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. „Looks like we underestimated them,” he admitted.

“Impressive,” Rahzar growled, his voice dripping with grudging admiration. He shook it off quickly, his resolve unshaken. “But you’ll have to do better than that if you want to beat me!” he roared, charging at the turtles once more.

The alley erupted in chaos as the 2012 Turtles joined the fray, their weapons clashing with Rahzar’s claws. Leo and Raph fought side by side, their movements perfectly coordinated. Donnie used his bo staff to deflect Rahzar’s attacks, while Mikey, ever the acrobat, used his nimble movements to dodge and strike.

Meanwhile, the Rise turtles continued their relentless assault, their banter adding to the intensity of the battle.

“You think you can handle us, Wolfie?” Blue taunted, his Odachi flashing in the dim light.

“You’re about to find out what a real nightmare looks like!” Orange yelled, his nun chucks whirling around him.

Purple smirked as his holographic weapons struck Rahzar from multiple angles. “Let’s test how tough you really are!”

Rahzar roared in fury, his strikes growing more desperate as he faced the combined forces of both teams. The sounds of metal on metal, the grunts and screams of combat, and the sheer determination of the turtles created a symphony of battle that echoed through the alleyway, leaving no doubt that they were united in their fight against the mighty foe before them.

“Damn!” Rahzar growled as Leonardo’s katana nearly sliced his ear off.

He swatted the Katana away and took a few steps back, his eyes darting between the two groups of turtles, trying to find an opening.

Rahzar charged at Blue, his movements swift and deliberate. Blue, ready for the attack, reacted instinctively, swinging his Odachi in a wide arc to defend himself.

Time seemed to slow as the two clashed, their movements a blur of skill and agility. As Blue fell towards his portal with a grin.

Red emerged from the portal and landed a powerful blow to Rahzar’s face. The force of the blow sent the beast stumbling backward.

“You will not touch my brother,” Red growled, his voice filled with protectiveness and determination.

Rahzar stumbled back, momentarily stunned by the impact of Red’s blow. He shook it off, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Red.

Rahzar growled, the pain coursing through him, but he was not one to back down. With a sneer, he lunged at Red again.

Purple took advantage of the momentary distraction, swiftly swinging his flamethrower-modified Titan staff and engulfing Rahzar in a blaze of searing flames.

Rahzar howled in pain as the flames engulfed him, his skin sizzling and burning.

The 2012 brothers gaped.

“Dude,” Mikey whispered.

“Wow,” Leo breathed, his eyes widening in awe.

“That was brutal,” Donnie added, his voice tinged with respect.

“But effective, and that we said to Purple first that a built-in flamethrower would be too much… “ Raph responded, his tone tinged with admiration.

Purple shrugged, a hint of smug satisfaction on his face. “Sometimes you need a little extra firepower.”

Rahzar staggered backwards, the fiery pain coursing through his flesh, he roared in agony, his fur singeing at the edges.

He narrowed his eyes at Purple, his hatred growing, “You little…!” But Orange’s chains slung around his arm levitated him into the next wall, Orange yelling “YEET THE BAD WOLF!

*Wham*

Rahzar crashed into the wall, the impact stunning him for a moment.

He growled in pain and anger, his eyes blazing with fury.

Blue chimed in, “And we have plenty of firepower, as you can see.”

As Blue spoke, he was suddenly caught off guard as Rahzar lunged at him again, his clawed hands slashing through the air.

Red moved with lightning speed to shield Blue from the attack, but was struck in the process. Blue cried out in alarm. “RED, NO! NOT AGAIN!” Blood spilled as Rahzar’s claws hit Red’s shoulder.

Red staggered, his shoulder bloodied from the impact. He clenched his teeth, the pain increasing with each passing moment.

“Damn,” he muttered through clenched teeth, gripping his shoulder tightly.

Leo winced, his voice filled with concern. “Red, are you okay?”

Raph clenched his fists, his anger rising at the sight of Red’s injured state.

Donnie muttered under his breath, “No, no, no…” his concern obvious.

Mikey’s face paled, horror and fear etched on his face.

But there was no rest, Red was hit hard by Rahzar’s kick, sending him sprawling to the concrete surface with a painful thud. He landed with a loud thud, the impact reverberating through his body.

Blue saw where Red lay bleeding and unconscious, his head hitting the concrete with a sickening thud. Panic surged through him. “PURPLE!”

Blue’s cry echoed through the air, his voice betraying his concern for his fallen brother. Purple responded swiftly, his holographic rocket launcher manifesting in his grip. With a fierce look of rage, he aimed it directly at Rahzar, firing a powerful blast that struck the beast in the back.

Rahzar yelped in pain as the missile connected, the force knocking him off balance. He stumbled forward, momentarily stunned, but far from defeated.

Rahzar roared in pain, his fur burning and his body battered by the relentless attacks of the Hamato brothers.

Through his haze of anger and rage, he managed to focus his blurry vision on Red, who lay motionless on the concrete.

The sight of the unconscious turtle fueled his anger. With a snarl of contempt, Rahzar lunged at Red’s prone form.

Orange, engulfed in orange light, roared with rage. “You son of a…” he shouted, his words lost in the inferno around him. His nunchuck chain extended, and with a mighty swing he launched a minivan at Rahzar, the vehicle slamming into the beast with a deafening thud.

Rahzar let out a painful howl as the minivan slammed into him, the force of the blow sending him tumbling to the ground. Orange’s angry roar echoed through the air, his voice tinged with rage as he hurled a vehicle at the monster.

The resident turtles stood frozen in stunned silence. The sight of Mikey’s counterpart expressing such fierce anger and frustration with a curse shocked them all. None of them had ever witnessed such intense emotion from the usually cheerful and light-hearted Mikey.

Raph, in particular, was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such a display from even this alternate version of their youngest brother. It was a stark contrast to the carefree personality they were accustomed to, and much more like his anger issues.

It seemed that beneath the surface, there was a depth to Orange’s emotional range that they had not been privy to.

Rahzar struggled to his feet, the pain pulsing through his body. The minivan’s unexpected attack had momentarily stunned him.

He looked up with a snarl and locked eyes with Orange as he lunged at him, the nunchuck chain in his hand crackling with energy.

Rahzar growled, his voice filled with malice. “You little runt… you think you can stop me?”

Blue grinned, twirling his Odachi with practiced ease. “Bring it on, Rahzar. We’re not afraid of you.”

Rahzar’s eyes blazed with fury as he spat back, “You should be. I’ll tear you apart!”

Blue quickly created a portal and transported Red to Leo and his Brother's. "Treat the cuts. He has a tough head, but it will be a while before he comes back,” Blue instructed them, his voice calm despite the chaos around him.

Hearing Blue’s instructions, Donnie rushed to Red’s side and carefully examined the cuts on Raph’s larger counterpart’s body. Donnie’s skilled hands moved quickly, applying pressure to the wounds and bandaging them with practiced precision.

Purple, Blue and Orange stood tall, their markings glowing with a newfound intensity. The air seemed to crackle with untapped energy as their full potential was unleashed.

Blue’s usual playful demeanor was replaced by a strategic mindset, his mind working at a rapid pace to analyze the best course of action.

Purple, too, felt the surge of power and focused his mind, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

In their shared mental link, a unified chant echoed through their minds, a mantra of violence and destruction.

“Kill. Kill. Kill.” The word echoed through their minds with a chilling intensity, an undeniable urge to destroy the enemy that stood before them.

Their resolve hardened, their bodies coiled with primal purpose. Each tortoise’s eyes locked on Rahzar, their gaze filled with deadly determination.

With a ferocious roar, the trio of turtles lunged forward in unison. Blue, Purple, and Orange charged at Rahzar with unparalleled speed, their movements a blur of coordinated ferocity.

The 2012 turtles could only stare, their expressions a mixture of shock and awe at the power and determination of their Rise counterparts.

Leo’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped in disbelief. “What the…”

Raph’s expression mirrored Leo’s, a mixture of shock and astonishment crossing his face.

Donnie’s fingers trembled slightly at the revelation, clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Mikey whispered, “Dudes, Mortal Combat but in Real-life”

Rahzar stumbled back, caught off guard by the intensity of the three turtles’ attack. He gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with indignation.

“You insolent little brats!” he roared, his voice dripping with anger.

*Wham!*

Orange smashed his nunchuck chain into Rahzar’s face, sending him staggering back even further.

Blue followed up with a spinning kick, knocking him away from Purple.

Blue, Purple, and Orange continued their relentless attack, tearing Rahzar apart. The environment around them was a chaotic mix of broken metal and shattered concrete, the remnants of the hard-wired Foot Soldiers scattered across the dimly lit alley. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning circuits and melted metal.

The sound of their fierce battle echoed off the walls, a cacophony of growls, the sickening crunch of broken bones, and Rahzar’s painful growls. Each strike from Blue, Purple, and Orange was precise and powerful, breaking Rahzar’s claws and teeth and leaving him defeated and helpless.

Rahzar’s eyes widened in confusion and disbelief as he struggled to comprehend how these turtles could be so strong. His once confident sneer was replaced by a look of despair as his body betrayed him, unable to withstand the onslaught.

The alley, littered with the remains of their enemies, was a testament to the turtles’ strength and determination. The low hum of flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the foreboding atmosphere.

Leo, Mikey, Raph and Donnie were left speechless, their mouths agape in disbelief.

Rahzar crumpled to the ground, his body shaking and bruised.

The three Rise-Turtle’s towered over him, their breathing ragged and labored. Their faces were etched with exhaustion, but their eyes held an unwavering determination.

“Had enough, Spooky?” Blue taunted, a hint of smug satisfaction in his voice.

“What the hell,” Raph muttered, his voice filled with confusion and shock.

Donnie’s fingers trembled slightly as he took in the sight. This was not at all what he had expected or predicted.

The 2012 Turtles were left speechless, their minds struggling to process the overwhelming display of power and intensity demonstrated by their counterparts, while Donnie tended to Red, who was still unconscious.

While Purple summoned holographic weapons, Orange used his newfound strength to catch objects much heavier than the mini-van Rahzar had barely avoided, his muscles straining with the exertion.

Blue, Purple, and Orange worked as a seamless unit, closing the distance between themselves and Rahzar with each second that passed, their movements synchronized like a deadly ballet as they closed the gap. The air crackled with tension, the clash of impending violence palpable.

The air crackled with intensity, the weight of expectation on everyone’s shoulders, but the 2012 Turtles could only watch helplessly.

Leo and Raph exchanged confused looks. “What in the world is going on?” Raph muttered, still trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed.

Leo and Raph stared in disbelief as their opponents decimated Rahzar, leaving him beaten and defenseless. Their minds struggled to comprehend the power on display.

Rahzar howled in agony, the pain of his defeat evident. But the 3 Ascending Brothers did not stop.

Their movements became even more ferocious, their intentions clear – they intended to destroy their enemy without mercy.

Mikey stood transfixed by the display of power, his eyes wide with awe. “Wow,” he murmured, his voice almost reverent. “They don’t hold back.”

Donnie’s eyes darted back and forth between the two sets of brothers, his mind racing with questions.

And Leo, he watched in admiration and fascination, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. He muttered, “I wouldn’t hold back if Raph got hurt to protect me like Red did with Blue.”

Raph stood there, his expression softening as he processed what was happening. “Red really was willing to do anything to protect his little brothers.”

Rahzar cowered in fear, his once defiant demeanor replaced with terror. This was a far cry from the smug, arrogant creature he had been before.

“N-No, please! No more!” Rahzar pleaded, his voice shaking.

But the three rising tortoises were not swayed by his pleas.

Blue met his gaze, his expression cold and feral. “You messed with the wrong turtles,” he said simply.

“You messed with us, you threatened our family,” Purple spat, his voice dripping with anger.

“No mercy,” Orange added, his eyes gleaming with determination. “You’re going down.”

Purple added, “Mercy is for the weak, Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.”

They exchanged a single glance, a silent communication passing between them.

Their minds were in sync, their purpose absolute. They would not stop until they had destroyed him completely.

Leo’s eyes remained fixed on the battle, still processing the power these turtles possessed. “I can’t believe how powerful they are," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Donnie nodded in agreement. “That level of loyalty… it’s impressive.”

Mikey’s face mirrored Leo’s, a mixture of shock and admiration.

As the three brothers continued to watch, Leo’s guilt grew as he looked at Red, the realization settling in. “When they mentioned that they barely managed to defeat their own Krangs,” he muttered, “with powers like this, what are we doing?”

Raph stood with his arms crossed, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. “We let our guard down and look what happened. We should have been more careful. Red got hurt, and now the others are acting like wild animals, tearing into Rahzar.”

The 2012 Turtles stood in silence, the weight of their own failures and the overwhelming display of power by their opponents weighing heavily on their hearts. Rahzar was their mutant Villain.

“You… are truly terrifying! I surrender!” Rahzar pleaded, his voice shaking with fear. “You’ve proven your point, I surrender!” He repeated, his voice cracking with fear.

The Rise brothers exchanged glances, their shared mindset taking effect. They weren’t done yet.

Red’s eyes opened, a slight chuckle escaping his lips, “Nah, guys, my body takes damage like a champ,” he said, sitting up with a slight shake of his head. He winced at the pain of his injury, which was now happily bandaged.

Red’s eyes narrowed as they landed on the still fighting Blue, Purple and Orange, whose ferocity seemed unwavering.

Red’s concern grew as he watched the trio continue their brutal attack, his brow furrowed in worry. “They’re not playing anymore?” he murmured, his voice tinged with both admiration and concern.

Red cursed under his breath, his body shaking slightly as he pushed himself to his feet.

The 2012 turtles watched with a mixture of concern and surprise as Red struggled to his feet.

Leo gasped, his eyes widening as he rushed toward Red. “Red, stop! You’re hurt. You need to rest.”

Purple’s voice echoed through the alleyway, his tone dripping with mockery as he spoke, “Surrender? That’s a pretty pathetic plea, isn’t it?”

Purple’s holographic weapons surrounded Rahzar, the sound of them whirling like a symphony of death.

The resident turtles took in Red’s revelation. Their eyes widened in shock and disbelief as they fully realized the weight of his words.

Raph’s shoulders slumped as he absorbed the information. “This Draxum guy… he did this to you?”

Leo’s eyes widened even further, his heart sinking as he learned of the unfortunate fate of his counterpart. “You were made for war?”

Red nodded, his Ninpo flaring and expanding, creating a holographic Godzilla-sized form around him.

Leo’s eyes widened as he watched the holographic form manifest around Red. “What –“?

The resident turtles were speechless, their eyes fixed on Red as his Ninpo transformed him into a giant holographic Godzilla-like creature.

As the huge holographic figure solidified around Red, its towering presence was overwhelming. A sense of awe and caution filled the alleyway as the resident turtles watched nervously.

Mikey whispered in awe, his voice barely audible. “He’s so much bigger than Slash or Leatherhead.”

The others nodded in agreement, their expressions a mixture of awe and caution.

Meanwhile, Red, his holographic form towering over them, grabbed his angry brothers and held them tightly against his chest. Purple, Blue, and Orange struggled fiercely, their brains locked in fight mode, but Red’s grip remained unyielding. His gaze was fixed on the half-alive Rahzar, his eyes narrowed and intense.

“It’s okay, I’m alive, I’m okay,” Red growled, his voice carrying both reassurance and authority.

His brothers continued to wriggle and growl, their minds in a fierce battle mode, but Red’s grip was unwavering. Red’s heart ached to see his brothers reduced to such primal aggression.

Orange growled and snarled, his fists clenched as he tried to free himself from Red’s grasp, but to no avail. Purple and Blue also struggled and fought, their bodies driven by adrenaline, but they were helpless against their powerful brother.

Their eyes were dark, their pupils dilated and bloodshot.

Red’s chest rumbled, his voice both stern and soothing as he tried to reach through to them. “Look at me, I’m alive, I’m okay, I won’t go, the bad future won’t happen,” he repeated, desperately trying to break through their frenzy.

The Rise Brother's minds were like a storm, their rational thoughts consumed by anger and rage, the battle mode still in effect, but slowly the realization set in, they were about to cross the line.

Blue’s eyes widened, slowly returning to normal, his face etched with horror at the realization of what they were about to do.

Purple and Orange also calmed down, the aggression and anger fading from their eyes, replaced by shame and remorse.

Mikey’s eyes widened, filled with a mixture of awe and concern. “Dude, this is both awesome and totally freaky at the same time…it’s like he’s the world’s  largest hug or something,” he remarked, his voice a mixture of wonder and trepidation.

The others nodded in agreement, unable to find the words to describe the overwhelming sight before them.

Red looked down at the resident quadruplets, his holographic form still towering over them. “We should go back to your lair,” he said, his voice filled with concern. “My brothers will not completely calm down until they feel safe.”

Leo looked up at Red’s holographic form, his eyes wide with fascination and concern. “All right, let’s go back.”

Red, with his holographic form towering over them, grabbed his angry brothers and held them tightly against his chest. Blue buried his face in Red’s chest, seeking the familiar comfort of his brother’s touch, trying to shake off the lingering feelings of guilt and shame.

Purple closed his eyes, his face etched with shame, while Orange looked down, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.

Blue, Purple and Orange buried their faces in the Red glowing transparent Ninpo Construction chest, seeking shelter from the world and their own shame. The sight was both heartbreaking and humiliating. Not because they had beaten Rahzar, but because they were so far gone that they could free themselves from the animalistic battle mode, until Red hugged them.

Red slowly lowered himself, slowly the energy in his Ninpo began to fade, slowly shrinking him down to his actual size.

His brothers buried their faces in his chest, feeling the familiar warmth of their older brother, a feeling of comfort and security washed over them.

Red continued to hold his brothers close, his arms wrapped protectively around them as he murmured reassurance. His voice was low, his words meant only for them to hear. “You’re safe now, the fight mode is wearing off, it’ll be okay as long as we’re all here for each other.” He whispered as he and the other four turtles made their way back across the rooftops to their lair, giving Leonardo a shy side-eye.

Raph’s eyes were on Red’s bandaged shoulder. Donnie did a good job, but Raph couldn’t shake the concern he felt seeing his counterpart injured. He gritted his teeth, anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could they let this happen? But more than anything, he was determined to get them all back safely.

Donnie, ever the analyst, watched Red’s bandaged shoulder with a mixture of pride and concern. He knew he had patched him up well, but the sight of Red in pain gnawed at him. They needed to regroup and come up with a strategy. His mind raced with ideas and contingency plans, trying to think several steps ahead.

Mikey was unusually quiet, his eyes darting from one brother to the other.

It was like looking into a mirror, but the reflection was different – a parallel version of their own struggles and strengths. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy for the Rise Turtles.

Leo’s brow furrowed. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen someone freak out, but it was always Raph, not some other version of him and his brothers. He clenched his fingers, which were still trembling. The Rise brothers were powerful, no question, but they were untrained in the ninja arts – their movements were crude, lacking the discipline and precision he valued so highly. They had potential, but they needed guidance.

Mikey whispered, “They said their Splinter never really trained them. They learned everything from movies or games,” he said as they moved on, Rahzar’s lying form, as well as that of the long-forgotten Foot-bots, growing smaller as they moved away from the battlefield.

Leo nodded, a newfound sense of determination in his eyes. “I’ll talk to Sensei.”

Purple whimpered against Red, his fingers buried deep in his older brother's plastron, gripping desperately at Blue, Blue gently holding on Purple to, who only leaned further into Red, seeking the security that they usually only received from home, which was a whole universe away.

Orange remained silent, his arms around Red's neck, refusing to let go, buried his beak in his oldest brother Neck.

I changed from using One Note to World to write this, i hope for my first try to write a fight scene this is ok. I'm still writing this over my Phone.

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A few bits of trivia first, I’ll be writing more from Red and Raph’s point of view from now on, as I wanted them to be the focus from the start.

A big thank you to everyone for reading my story, I still don’t have a laptop (っ◞‸◟ c) but I work just fine with my phone, so yay, a new chapter.

Ps: I bought a cheap keyboard and mouse with Bluetooth function, it is so much easier for me to write now, my little keyboard was a pain in my butt, and when you have dyslexia like I do, even the words, white, and with or witch, and they get confused by me, that is the loss of not having a proper English education, my teacher didn’t believe we would need it, he wasn’t very smart, in this case. That’s why my chapters are written with Deepl, it’s also a grammatical corrector and translator program when I need it to translate.

PPS: I’m on the search for some names for the two teams, because I grew tired and I could totally name them the Lou Jitsu and the Splitersons but nah, I totally don’t feel that, so when someone has a idea I would love to read it.

Red's thoughts raced as two groups jumped over the rooftops, the warm weight of his brothers in his arms as he followed the 2012 brothers back, his shoulder burned, almost as bad as when he was hit by the Krang, he clenched his teeth, breathing through his nostrils, concentration was needed, his brothers needed him now more than ever, what had happened earlier in the fight with Rahzar should not have happened, it was his fault, they had become too reckless in this unknown dimension.

The Rise-turtles were silent, their thoughts focused. Blue felt guilty. He couldn't believe how lost he had become in his animalistic behavior, a behavior he didn't know was dormant in him until now. Purple and Orange were no better, each of them trying their best to come to terms with the realization that they had almost crossed a dangerous line. Was this how Red felt when Savage took over Raph? Was it really just the function Barry had built in? Was it leftover animal instinct?

Orange’s grip tightened around Red’s neck, feeling his brother’s heartbeat like a soothing rhythm that grounded him in the present, he closed his eyes and let the rhythm soothe his tired mind. He was so exhausted, emotionally and physically.

Blue also found a sense of comfort in Red’s steady presence, his older brother’s heartbeat a steady tempo that echoed in his own chest, offering a glimmer of reassurance amidst the emotional turmoil that gripped him. Normally, he would break the tension with a few jokes or his drama, but he didn’t feel like it.

Purple, his face buried in Red’s chest, felt Red’s heartbeat resonating through his plastron, a comforting reminder that they were alive and safe. His eyes remained closed, unable to face the world outside their brother’s embrace. He got through mathematics, the listing of the period system, to call his mind.

Red let out a deep growl, to outsiders it might sound ominous, but his brothers knew the sound, Blue tensed when he heard Red’s growl, his mind instinctively associating the sound with protection and safety. As the realization sank in, his body relaxed slightly, the tension in his muscles easing slightly.

Orange’s grip around Red’s neck loosened as he felt his brother’s deep growl, his body instinctively responding to the sound. The resonance of the growl echoed through his chest, giving him a familiar sense of comfort. He could feel his heartbeat slowing, synchronizing with his brother’s steady breathing. Followed by his own small chirp.

Blue felt Purple, Orange and his own heartbeat synced with Red’s, their bodies responding to the soothing rhythm of their brother’s presence. The weight of their emotions seemed to lift, if only slightly, replaced by a growing sense of safety and reassurance.

Meanwhile, Raph and his brothers watched the latest additions to their team, no doubt their opponents were powerful, but most of all they were untrained and arrogant, Leo remembered well that he and Raph were the most superior of the four at first, but they were quickly brought back to reality.

Blue's grip on Red tightened reflexively as his thoughts drifted to the fight. It was true that despite their power, the four of them were still reckless and inexperienced, a fact that Blue remembered all too clearly. They had once thought they were superior to others, only to be quickly reminded of their own limitations.

It was in this moment he realized, he again could have lost Red, Blue gritted his teeth. He was still too inexperienced as a team leader, and Red was still too much of one, that Blue and his brothers had immediately reacted uncontrollably when Red was taken out. Not good enough, too weak, childish, to depend on each other, his mind raced.

Blue's mind echoed with a chorus of self-doubt and guilt, his thoughts consuming him in a spiral of negative emotions. He found himself caught in a battlefield of blame and recrimination, each thought a blow to his self-confidence.

Meanwhile, Leo and his brothers were still leading the way to the next manhole they could use to get back to their lair, it was an eerie silence, not even Mikey thought to break it.

Leo gave Blue a side-eye, seeing him clinging to his older brother's Plastor, the colors of his red eye circles seeming almost dull in the cold nightlight of the lanterns, taking in the yellow spots and long blue bandana tails of Blue's mask, the black bandage, and his counterpart's slender legs, and Compared to the appearance of his own dull red-eared slider appe4ance and those of his own brother’s the Quadruple shared, he mirrored the lack of their own red markings, and well more muscled, most more like forefeet, legs and feet, they are both Leonardo’s, but they couldn't be more different, like a strange distorted reflection of each other, even more so because Blue wields two Odachis instead of, like himself, twin Katanas.

He could never imagine that he could be so dependent on his own Raphael, not that he did not trust Raph enough to save his shell in dangerous situations, it just fascinated and also scared him in the same tame way as the two team's jumping over rooftops, the night was still cool and it helped them all to calm down a bit.

Blue was too lost in his thoughts to notice Leo's sideways glance, his mind still caught in a loop of self-doubt and guilt. Leo, observant even in such moments, couldn't help but notice the weight of Blue's emotions, the burden etched on his face.

A small voice whispered in the back of his mind at that moment.

||Wouldn't you do the same if one of your brothers was hurt like Red? Or worse, if they were killed?|| Oddly enough, the voice sounded a lot like Karai.

Leo's mind went silent, the thought of his brothers getting hurt or worse struck a deep chord in him.

He had never wanted to admit it, but deep down he knew that he too would do anything to protect his brothers if they were in danger. It was a realization that filled him with a mixture of resolution and fear.

Donnie's mind was racing with questions, his brain still trying to process everything that had happened. His analytical nature demanded that he understand, break down and categorize the events of the evening. To be honest he tough, it was the lack of his and his brother's own movements. Mikey, on the other hand, was quiet, his usual cheerful and light-hearted demeanor replaced by a rare moment of contemplation. He couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, his mind swirling with a mixture of fear, admiration and curiosity. He really thought Mikey's would always be the weirdest of weird guys, but seeing Orange outrageous and even run around like Raph when his vampire brother had his moment stirred something in him.

Raph, always the brooding and hot-headed one, was deep in thought. He was still trying to make sense of the strange turn of events that had brought them here. His thoughts were a mixture of confusion, frustration and a growing concern for the four new members of their team. He would have thrown himself into the slash had it been his own Leo, no doubt, but he would have taken his Sai’s as defends Rahzar’s slash, so he chimed in. "Red, aren't the Sai your first weapons you learned to fight with?"

Red paused for a moment, surprised by Raph's question.

"No, they weren't," he replied, his voice a mixture of weariness and contemplation. "Tonfa's were the first weapons I learned to fight with. It was part of my training."

"I see," Raph replied, his voice gruff but not unkind. "Why did you switch to the Sai?"

Red adjusted his grip around his brother's, a deep gash on his forehead. "They were destroyed when we fought against our version of Shredder, after some engagements and stuff I don't want to talk about, but the gardening tools magically turned into our weapons when we needed them, so I got my Sai's."

Raph raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Your weapons were destroyed and the gardening tools magically transformed into your Sai? That’s quite a story.”

He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder mixed with fascination. Magic and transformation were not something he was used to hearing about in their world, but they seemed to be common occurrences in the stories of their counterparts.

Raph raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Your weapons were destroyed and the gardening tools were magically transformed into your Sai? That's a hell of a story.”

He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder mixed with fascination. Magic and transformation were not something he was used to hearing about in their world, but they seemed to be common occurrences in the stories of their counterparts.

Donnie, who had overheard the conversation, couldn't help but chime in. "That's quite interesting," he said, his analytical mind immediately taking in the new information. "It implies that your weapons are not just physical objects, but also have some sort of magical or supernatural properties."

Purple murmurs. "The correct term is Mystical, it's beside Hamato Ninpo, a energy resources due to the Yokai influence in our world".

"Mystical, got it," Donnie replied, his mind already swirling with questions and theories. "And what exactly is this 'Yokai influence'? Is it something that exists in your world but not in ours? If I remember correctly, you mentioned it before. Does it have something to do with the fact that you had Krang's 500 years ago?"

Purple nodded, lifting his head from Red's Plastor. "It is," he paused before speaking again. "The Yokai's or rather Natural Born Mutants appeared because one of a Krang ship fuel of the ship named Empyrean leaked out, it's a liquefied form of a mutagenic substance, Baron Draxum used it as an ingredient to create Ooze or as you would call it Mutagen," Purple explained, his mind still a bit foggy from battle mode.

Donnie frowned, "Wait, you mentioned Titan before right dose it have something with the Titan to do? What exactly is a Krang Titan, is it like your Shredder's Kuroi Yōroi armor?" he asked curiously.

Purple nods. "Yes, the Krang Titan is similar to the Kuroi Yōroi armor in the sense that it's a powerful and formidable being. However, the Krang Titan is a massive being, more like a war machine. It's the epitome of Krang military might. The Titans are massive exo-skeleton machines."

Purple sighs, "In a distant era, perhaps a millennium before the existence of Yokai, four Brothers, also known as Mystical Educated Warrior’s emerged out of the nowhere. As the Krang started their slaughter, the Krang, as they had done with numerous other worlds, attempted to conquer Earth. However, the four Mystic Warriors created a keystone and utilized it to trap most of the Krang in an alternate dimension, which they subsequently transformed into a prison. Since that time..." he hummed short to sort his thought’s.

"Since that time, the Krang have gradually perished, one by one. I hypothesize that their demise may have been caused by unknown factors, leading to the demise of each individual Krang. Eventually, only three remained: the Krang Leader and his two siblings, who inhabited that dimension. However, some Krang managed to evade capture. One of them, inhabiting a spaceship, leaked the Empire, thereby establishing the Yokai race. The Krang Leader and his two siblings were the last of their kind. They were pursued and captured, and the Leader was placed in a spaceship that leaked the Emperor. This resulted in the creation of the Yokai race.

The Leader was sewn inside his skin and buried inside a statue called the "Crying Titan." This statue was 25 feet tall and had four arms with five clawed fingers, tentacles under its chin, sharp teeth, facial mandibles, and curved horns on its head. It was bent on its right knee, holding its face with one of its left hands as if it were weeping. The Titan's I and my brother's fought were similar height and we almost couldn't defeat them, for us is that just yesterday ago that it happened, the Dimension travel healed our wound's and how you already know it drained our Ninpo energy, maybe because of the disconnection to our ancestor" Purple explain.

The four listened intently, their eyes glued to the Ascended Brothers as they mentally pictured the Krang Titan as Purple described it, the image of a massive, fearsome beast sending shivers down their spines, the very thought of it terrifying. But the idea that it might exist in a prison dimension, sealed away long ago by four mystic brothers, added a chilling layer of mystery to the whole thing.

"Dude," Mikey whispers. "And you fought the Krang siblings when they escaped?" he has goose bumps on his skin.

Red nods, "Yeah, they were strong, stronger than Rahzar, but without CJ we wouldn't be prepared, he told you about Cass and Casey Junior of the future, which he didn't really explain how fucked up the main future was that he had to travel back," his face scrunched up, his eyes shadowed by the memories that just happened.

Raph nods solemnly, "Yeah, you mentioned Casey Jr. and the main future being messed up. It doesn't sound like a place I'd want to visit ever."

Blue nodded, coming out of his loop. "Trust me, we are glad we don't have to deal with them anymore, and what CJ told us, the future was an apocalyptic Armageddon where the Krang won." Leonardo grimaces, "I can't even imagine a world where the Krang have won. It's a nightmare that I hope none of us have to face in our lifetimes." Finally, they slid down the fire escape to a manhole cover. Raph reached out and quietly removed the cover, the familiar smell of the sewers dripping in small clouds of some in the night air. Without a second thought, Red, the six-foot-tall alligator snapping turtle carrying Blue, Purple, and Orange, jumped into the damp, dark, and musty environment below. As they landed, the ground shook slightly under his massive frame, a resounding thud echoing through the tunnel.

The rest of the team followed Red down the sewers, the familiar dampness and musky air providing a strange sense of comfort. The thump of Red landing sent a vibration through the ground, a testament to his size and weight. Purple grumbles, his sensitive nostrils assaulted by the overwhelming stench of the sewers. He wrinkles his snout, trying in vain to block out the odor.

Blue hums. "Is it just me, or does this stink even more than our sewers?" Orange nodded, his nose buried in Red's neck. "Smells like the last time Dad didn't bathe for a month and didn't wash his clothes, together with your last experiment to create radium and failed," he said to Purple.

Purple pouted at Orange's comment, his ego taking a slight hit. "It was an *experiment*, alright? And for the record, I didn't fail. It just... didn't turn out the way I intended." Mikey chimed in, "Wait, your dad didn't bathe for a month or wash his clothes?" Purple winced. "Yeah, that was a... dark time. We don't talk about it."

Orange shudders visibly. "Ugh, that smell was unbearable. I think it took weeks before our noses recovered. That flu Dad had was even worse than his rabid flu."

Wet walls. came into view, the air thick with the smell of stagnant water and decay.

"Rat flu?" Leo asked Curious. Purple winces at the memory. "Yeah, it was a nasty flu that our dad once had. We like to call it the 'Rat Flu'. It was terrible; he was sneezing, coughing, and had a fever that lasted for days. The whole lair reeked for weeks after he finally recovered. It was a nightmare. But is the time for great things then?"

Donnie lifts a brow. "What do you mean?"

Red chuckles as he takes over the telling. "Our Dad, when he has the rat flu, which most of it is, has 7 stages. In the last stage, we can ask everything, and he has to say yes. the first stage, Dad lowers the heat regulator, and yes, even in winter, the first time it happened, he fell into hibernation because it was so cold, and Dad shaved his entire body. I swear to you, you never want to see a naked Rat-Man." he explained.

"All stages last an hour each," Purple explained. Lined the first of the seven stages.

The Turtles wrinkled their noses in disgust at the thought of a naked Splinter. "Ewe, thanks for the mental image," Raph said dryly. Leo chimed in, "Yeah, no amount of brain bleach is going to erase that one from my mind."

Donnie rubbed his chin in contemplation. "So the first stage involves lowering the heat regulator and self-grooming. Makes sense, considering it sounds like the flu. But what about the other six stages? You said you could ask him anything, and he'd have to say yes in the last stage."

Orange took over as he chimed, "The second stage is when Dad becomes savage and chases us. He is well unhinged in that stage of sickness, and in the first few times before Purple built the giant hamster ball, we were hidden in Red's room because it was...well, we got caught every time and sometimes not careful from Dad's side," he explained the second stage, playing with Red's torn bandana tails.

Purple nodded, his expression shifting to one of annoyance at the memory.

"Yep, that's accurate. The second stage was like a survival game to us, except we were the prey. Hide-and-seek but with higher stakes."

Leo scratched his head. "Okay, so the second stage is Splinter going feral and chasing you around. How long does that stage last?"

"All stages last an hour each," Purple explained. "An hour each? That's... intense," Raph remarked. "Seems like you all had your hands full keeping an eye on Splinter during his sick days."

Leo nodded in agreement. "Sounds like it. But how about the other stages? What happens during the third through seventh stages? Any more wild antics from Splinter?"

Orange chuckled, "Omigosh yes, the third state Dad gets all lovey-dovey with us and wants to hug us and give kisses; he becomes very clingy. It's like the only time he shows so much affection, even when we get sick of it and become the 7 stages of that flu."

Purple chimed in. "Yeah, it's all fun and games until you have Splinter's arms wrapped around you, squeezing you like some overgrown teddy bear. Plus, he starts talking about how much he loves us and how proud he is of us. It's hard to get any space in stage three." Purple looked very uncomfortable.

Mikey tilted his head. "Wait, does that mean he doesn't do these things when he is not sick? I mean, yeah, our sensei is strict, but he gives us compliments and heads up when we need it.

The four brothers exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting both confusion and empathy for the situation.

Donnie spoke up, "It's pretty strange that all of these affectionate acts are limited to the third stage of his sickness. I mean, compliments and words of encouragement are essential in nurturing healthy relationships. What comes next? He didn't celebrate your birthday/mutation day?"

The four color-coded stayed quiet for a moment, "Well, celebration isn't really something Pa-Pa dear likes when it comes to one of his worst days of his life." Purple murmurs.

Raph frowned in confusion. "Wait, what do you mean? Your father doesn't celebrate your birthdays or Mutation Day? That's... pretty messed up. Doesn't he think it's important to mark such significant milestones in your lives?"

Donnie raised a brow. "Yeah, I mean, our sensei makes an effort to acknowledge our special days, even if it's in his own stoic way. It's kind of a big deal to us, you know? Do your splinters just ignore them completely?"

"He did, that's why Blue is the birthday planner," Red explained. "Pop only comes out of his room on those days to eat some cake and then hides again in his room."

The group exchanged glances, clearly surprised and a bit concerned by this.

Leo spoke up, "So Blue has to handle all the planning and preparation for birthdays and other occasions? And your Splinters stays in his room all day? That sounds... pretty isolating."

"We all cope differently with trauma and depression." Orange says avoiding.

The 2012 Turtles nodded in understanding, their empathy evident in their expressions.

Mikey spoke up, "Yeah, we get that. Everyone has their own way of dealing with stuff. It's just... well, it's sad that your Splinter doesn't seem to find joy in celebrating with you guys."

The 4 color-coded brothers stayed quiet, so Raph chimed in, "So what are the other 4 flu stages?" feeling it is better to go back to the other topic.

Blue huffed, "Stage four, Dad gets all ninja mode; he wears the Hamato ninja attire and gets all creepy and sneaky. It's Surviving Mod part two, you could say."

Purple nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, stage four is when he turns into super ninja mode. He goes extra stealthy, and if we aren't careful, we'll find ourselves caught in his sneaky attacks."

Raph raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That sounds intense. What's stage five like?"

"Karaoke love songs," the four said.

The 2012 Turtles exchanged bewildered glances, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected response.

"Karaoke... love songs?" Leonardo repeated, trying to make sense of the statement.

Mikey spoke up, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Are you serious? Your dad turns into a karaoke lounge singer during the fifth stage?"

Red nodded with a wry smile, confirming Mikey's assumption. "Yup, you heard right. Stage five is all about the karaoke love songs. Our dad becomes a self-proclaimed crooner, and we have to endure his cheesy serenades for about an hour."

"Yeah, most of the time we're now all plugged in, and if not, then it will happen in stage 6," Blue added dramatically.

Leo raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Stage six, you said? What happens during stage six?"

Orange piped up, a hint of unease in his voice, "Yeah, stage six is the worst one, believe me. Dad starts to tell crossover fanfictions about his own actor persona, Lou Jitsu, and Jupiter Jim."

The 2012 Turtles listened intently, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Donnie rubbed his chin, perplexed. "Wait, your Splinter creates crossover fan fiction about Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim during stage six? That's... that's... pretty fascinating and disturbing at the same time, actually." Trying to imagine his own Sensei would want to tell a fanfiction about himself and Leo's favorite hero, Captain Ryan.

Red chuckled, clearly finding amusement in the reactions of the 2012 Turtles. "Yep, stage six is a wild ride. Our dad goes into full-on crossover fan fiction mode, and he weaves these elaborate stories about Lou Jitsu teaming up with Jupiter Jim to save the world from various villains."

Mikey spoke up, grinning widely, "Dude, that sounds kind of awesome! I mean, yeah, maybe it could be a bit awkward listening to stories about your dad and all that, but it sounds like some really interesting stuff."

Purple chuckled, "Yeah, it does have its moments. Our dad's imagination knows no bounds when he's in stage six. It's like he's transported into a whole new world with Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim as the main characters. It's... entertaining, I suppose, in a weird and slightly embarrassing way."

Purple chuckled, "Yeah, it does have its moments. Our dad's imagination knows no bounds when he's in stage six. It's like he's transported into a whole new world with Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim as the main characters. It's... entertaining, I suppose, in a weird and slightly embarrassing way."

As they walked to the sewers, an eerie silence filled the tunnels for a moment, and a feeling of unease crept up their spines, maybe because now everything settled in. It was maybe a trick of the light, but it seems like the darkness is coming closer, making every feel unsafe and precarious. Raph and Red's eyes darted around, their heightened senses on high alert.

So the others, they could feel the tension in the air, their hearts pounding in their chests.

As the group continued their way through the sewers, Raph glanced around cautiously, his senses still heightened even more. Some things felt...wrong. Not just the unsettling silence or the faint sounds of the echoing steps they took through the tunnels, but something in the air made his instincts tingle; he couldn't pinpoint it exactly. The group continued moving cautiously through the sewers, the tense silence growing thicker with every step. They could sense something was off; the air was heavy with a sense of dread.

They tried to shake off the feeling, concentrating instead on guiding the color named Brothers through the maze of the familiar tunnels; they all finally got used to the smell of the sewers. The stench of old mold, pipe rust, and something slightly rotten filled their nostrils now that they weren't distracted with talking. Meanwhile, Red tried to not jerk too much with each step he took. Knowing it could again overstimulate his brothers and take them back to their depressing thoughts.

Bored, Orange began to draw invisible patterns on Red's scaly skin, flowers, smiles, and even some geometrical forms. As he felt safe enough, he really just did things that came to him in this moment into his mind.

Orange's doodles on Red's shoulder became a playful distraction, bringing a small smile to Red's face. The constant stimulation kept him grounded and helped to calm his racing thoughts.

The group continued their trek through the sewers, the stale air and putrid scents surrounding them. The silence weighed heavily on their shoulders, adding to the unease that lingered.

Blue, meanwhile, tapped a melody only he could hear; it was an exercise Blue was supposed to do when he felt overwhelmed.

The stench of the sewers was always a familiar smell to them, but right now it was almost suffocating. Raph took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but his instincts wouldn’t calm down. Something seems to be wrong; he just knew it.

Raph's senses were on high alert, his instincts telling him something was amiss. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease, no matter how hard he tried to reason with himself.

Donnie looked over at Raph, his brow furrowed in concern. "Is everything okay, Raph? You're acting on edge."

They heard Mike say, "Ugh, that's not normal sewer stink. Red, meanwhile, was starting to get a faint pink blush on her cheeks. "Um," he said. "This ummm...this is coming from me. Do I have these um pheromones? Which causes this 'stink' when I am stressed," he said sheepishly.

The group exchanged glances, surprise written all over their faces.

Mikey spoke first, "Wait, did you say you had pheromones that caused that smell?"

Raph interjected, "And you're telling us this now, when we're already surrounded by... well, this!"

Leo, who had been thinking quietly for a while about their counterparts splintering and his behavior, added, "So that's what the smell was. I just thought the sewers were a little extra gross tonight."

Donnie joined in. "Pheromones are chemicals often released by animals to influence the behavior of other animals, including humans, even if they forget how to actually read them," he said, his voice tinged with scientific curiosity.

"They are designed to trigger certain responses in the organisms that detect them. Red's unique ability seems to be to release an overwhelming amount of pheromones under stressful conditions, causing... all *that* smell. Perhaps as a defense mechanism," he looked at Red thoughtfully.

"You may have developed it as a small tot, and still no instinct: using it because of the Splinter's mutation, it's not uncommon for rats to eat turtle tots."

The group fell silent for a moment as they took in Donnie's explanation. Mikey tilted his head in curiosity, his voice tinged with fascination.

"Wow, so Red has a unique ability to release pheromones as a means of defense, or, what did you call it? A defense mechanism. That's pretty rad, actually." Leo nodded, his expression becoming serious.

"Yes, but if his body's natural response is to release these pheromones when stressed, it could attract unwanted... and potentially dangerous attention."

Purple huffed, not taking the playful insult to his big brother lightly. "Actually, the *stench* keeps predators away."

Raph exchanged glances with Leo, a sense of understanding passing between them. "It makes sense. Predators would naturally be deterred by a strong smell. Still, it's a bit... overpowering, to say the least."

Red's face grew even warmer. "Um, yeah. I kind of can't control it when I'm too stressed or hurt. It's just like...I just let it out without even realizing it. Usually they," he looked down at his brothers, who were smiling because they knew exactly what Red had to say. "Make jokes about it to point it out."

The group exchanged glances at Red's answer.

Mikey stifled a chuckle, unable to hold back the playful banter. "Well, I have to admit, this is kind of funny, Red. I mean, man, you're like a walking air freshener, but with a... unique scent; it's really kind of funny and exciting at the same time."

Red muttered under his breath, his face even redder than before. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Mikey, it's not like I can control it, is it?"

Mikey gave him a playful pat on the back of his shell, avoiding the spikes. "Hey, no shame, Dud. We all have our own superpowers. Yours just happens to be... on the stinky side."

Red sighed and rolled his eyes, trying to make light of it. "Yeah, I'll add *stinky superpowers* to my resume. Really impressive abilities, I know." Red looked down at his own brothers, who grinned and winked at him as if to say, 'See, we're not the only ones making fun of this.'

They all talked a little more as they walked through the sewers, their footsteps the only sound besides dripping water and the usual squeak of rats scurrying around.

Donnie glanced at Red's shoulders in case he had badgered him. "How's your injury?" he asked, his voice echoing through the sewers.

Red shrugged slightly, wincing a little as he adjusted his shoulder. "It's okay, I guess. Still hurts a little, but I've had worse," he said as he looked over at Donnie.

Mikey chimed in from next to them. Yeah, dude, it looked pretty badass back there when you protected Blue from Rahzar's claws. I mean, he didn't go deep to your luck, but it was awesome!"

Red hummed sheepishly, "I guess I have thick scales. The group chuckled at Red's answer, appreciating the lighthearted banter.

"Thick scales or not, that was a brave move, Red," Leonardo nodded, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Blue rolled his eyes, comfortably tugged beside Purple in Red's Arm’s. "Don't compliment him; he does it all the time because he is an overprotective soft teddy with a tank body." The group chuckled at Red's reply, appreciating the lighthearted banter.

As I mentioned before, I will update more slowly, I have restored my complete sleep rhythm in the last 2 weeks, because when I wrote the chapters, I didn't all night sleep and slept during the day, it's morning where I live, I wanted to update yesterday, but when I tried to log in to Ao3 the page wasn't online yet.