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bigdvmnhero · 1 year

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Turing_Test

The transcript whirred into life. Then came Donnie's voice: "This is a test to determine whether or not you have consciousness. How are you?"

Across him, the cyborg's eyes shunted into green.

"All things considered— "and Donnie choked, "—my systems are functioning well, Interrogator. This morning I watched a half-moon materialize in the sky and surmised summer is arriving. Definition: a season perfect for cannonballing in the emergency aquifer."

Donnie re-arranged his expression behind his writing tablet. "Yes—yes, absolutely. You, ah, enjoy water?"

"The sewer waters are dark and deep. One must beware of getting lost in its depths."

"Coming from personal experience, I presume?"

"My data registers an unfortunate incident with my brothers at age eleven. I slipped down a drain. The amount of strength required to lift a mutant snapping turtle of 155 pounds will depend on various factors such as muscle mass, prior training, and fitness—however, spunk and delusion may offset such conditions. "

Donnie focused on keeping his notes clean. "You speak of your brothers. How do you feel about them?"

"The relationship the eldest son may have with their siblings can vary depending on culture and family dynamic. Here are some ways an eldest sibling can cherish their younger siblings—" the wires above the borg swayed as he lifted a bionic finger. "One: Show affection regularly. Two: Put their needs first. Three: Love them always, as you love your own limb."

Without meaning to—because it was windmilling out of him, because the borg had Raph's snaggletooth and none of his warm eyes—Donnie scoffed, off-script. "Tall order, wouldn't you say?"

"Historically, eldest sons may attempt to be severed from their family of origin at least once, but there is no forgetting a brother. There is technology stored in the blood, much like memories."

"And what do you remember?"

Glassy eyes flickered, software sifting through layers of code. "My library is extensive. In each one, I have performed my duty. For instance: when your youngest teethes on your shell you must practice patience instead of squashing him like a bug. When your smartest denies himself adequate bedrest, or when his twin takes your place in the hierarchy of things, you must stick by him every step of the way, instead of running headlong into the woods, to be free and survive off of mushrooms, berries; the kindness of strangers." Shoulder pads rode up and down. "A foolish wish. A mutant's mortality rate plummets to 28.7% after exposure to humans."

Donnie's pen slowed. "Yeah? And who taught you that?"

"My memory stretches back 23 years. First entry: being held by the mutant named Splinter. My father was a flawed man, but he named me Raphael, after one of God's seven archangels. Definition: divine healing. It can take days to heal from a pulled muscle. Weeks to heal from a broken bone. There is no returning from a photon blast to the shell, and reversing alien terraformation contains multiple unknown variables. But my data is hopeful. I have been conditioned for hope, Interrogator. For instance, when you fail at Mario Kart, you can always try again—a concept applicable to any activity. Like doing burpees. Or making pizza dough."

"Pizza dough," Donnie repeated, chest tightening. "Tell me what you know."

"Certainly. To make delicious pizza dough, combine 1 teaspoon of active dry yeast, 1 teaspoon of sugar, 1 teaspoon of salt, 2 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour, and 1 1/4 cups of warm water in a large mixing bowl. Knead the dough until smooth, place it in a lightly oiled bowl, cover, then let it rise for about an hour. Or—" the borg paused. "You can always steal dough from your local RMP joint and claim it as your own."

A laugh burst out of Donnie, bright and bewildered. "Do you even know who you sound like right now?"

"Michelangelo Hamato, better known as Mikey, Mikester, or Master Michelangelo by new recruits of the resistance. Status: currently sleep-floating approximately five feet off the ground in the communal pantry."

"Okay. And—" Donnie's chest was rising and falling, like he'd run a terrible distance, and maybe this time he wasn't too late, "do you know who I am?"

“Softshell turtles lack the horny, protective scutes commonly associated with its kind. There are 30 species and 14 genera of softshells, some of which are critically endangered, including the Yangtze giant softshell turtle (Rafetus swinhoei), and the Southeast Asian narrow-headed softshell turtle (Chitra chitra). It is a miracle you are here, Donatello, and that you have resisted this long. When you were 7, I tended to your fevers. You were so small. You liked soft rubs on your shell. At sixteen you fathered a carnivorous plant, and when it died, you brought it back to life. For you, death is not the end, but a stopover. A pathway. You fancy yourself a great facilitator of life. After all, a seed planted in an urn becomes a tree. I was once alive, now am part man, part machine. What is the difference here? You scraped me together from felled buildings and forgotten sites where people once danced, then melted them into screws. You upcycled my code. Raked life into my voicebox.”

“Yes, I'm rethinking that part of your design now,” Donnie said hoarsely. “Shell, you talk a lot."

The sound RoboRaph made must've been a laugh. But the sound was stilted, thrown in a synthesizer then strained clean of the pulp. Donnie shut his eyes and let it wash over him anyway.

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#rottmnt #rottmnt movie #robo raph #rottmnt fanfiction #brains and the brawn #ohhhh future don..... he is so unwell #rise donnie #rise raph #bigdamnher0

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tcldrawings · 1 year

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shimamitsu · 4 months

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AUGHAUGHAUGHAUGH LOOK WHAT CAME HOME TODAY..... CRODE. mutuals argentines esto es de faanmy en ig síganla que las cosas que hace son hermosas aaaaaaaA

#OIKAWA CON LAS DON SATUR.... ME MATA #la cartuchera de mob es de mi hermana 😒 quién dice que no se la robo igual

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captainsweet · 1 year

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Do I have a ROTTMNT DBH AU?

Yes.

Does it make sense?

No.

Does it happen to be Jelly and Jam centric?

Yes.

Do I make Cass weirdly passive and Badass?

Yes.

Do multiple AU versions of Leo appear and die?

Yes.

Does Leo only stay and become relevant until the end?

Yes.

Do I remove anything romantic?

Yes.

Will I mention this ever again?

No. This'll probably be the last. And I don't know why I'm talking about it in the first place.

#DBH #i guess???#tmnt #rottmnt #i dunno #I might write about it #Like #a little #donnie mention #Raph mention #Yes there's technically a whole AU #I just haven't fleshed it out past the Everyone Lives ending #Character wise: Donnie is Hank and Raph is Connor #Sure Dons the tech guy and would sooner lose an arm than hate Androids #But he has reasons that may or may not be relevant to Shelldon #Oh and Mikey is Markus and Cass is Kara #CJ is infact Allison? Alice? I think it was Alice.. CJ is Alice #Luther is Leo and April would perhaps be North just make it platonic #I'm fine with North and Markus but in this Au? No forced relationships thankyouverymuch #I saw a DBH edit and thought 'Hey this would fit really well with Future Donnie and Robo Raph'#Like Donnie seeing HIS Raph in the Robot replacement knowing it would never be him but hoping y'know #I realized while looking into the game that it wouldn't work unedit wise so I started connecting dots #While those dots are non-existent I was kinda like 'Shelldon and Raph have a bond right?' and ran with it #So now Shelldon and Raph are kinda similar especially since Raph is an Android and Donnie now is going through it #I would gladly talk about it more but I don't think anyone would be interested #This is Detroit Become Human #Just so you know #tmnt au #rottmnt au #The Brains & The Brawn

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rubbcrhosemoved · 1 year

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"Mr Fizzarolli?" Don called out as he entered the area. "Are you here?"

S T I L L obeying the last command Mammon had given him, Ollie sat on the floor and had remained unmoving the entire time. He hears a familiar voice which is enough to prompt him to slowly lift his helm, pink glowing hues glancing towards the door. He’s not sure why Don decided to visit him but it would be bad manners not to greet him and technically, he would still be obeying Mammon’s command not to leave the manor.

T H E robot rises to seek out Don. When he eventually finds him, he greets him at first with a simple bow before speaking, “Greetings, Don. How may I help you today?” Right from the start it would be apparent that Ollie is not acting like his usual self. There’s a lack of cheerfulness to his tone and he seems more like a solider, standing entirely too straight and proper.

@wrxthfulguard

#WRXTHFULGUARD ➡ Don #ASKS ➡#ROBO FIZZ ➡ Comes with all the bells and whistles #EVENT ➡ Restart

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lapismuses · 2 years

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Starter for @dragons-cove

He isn't certain as to how it happened. One moment, he was tweaking a few bugs he had noticed in his programming, the next moment, he was in a familiar lab. Robot limbs hiss softly as Donatello straightens. Optics peer around the room, soon spotting something strange.

It was... Him? Before Shredder had killed him, before he had become a robot.

Donnie took a hesitant step forward. His emotional range had slowly been upgraded as time went on, but he still felt dull. He should be upset, but he couldn't quite reach beneath the surface and pull his emotions to the front. Instead, he stared at his counterpart, quizzically. He did, however, notice the slight shaking in his hands. Another glitch to fix.

"You're me," he stated, matter of factly. The robot shifted closer, glowing optics staring directly at the turtle. "How did I get here?"

#Tech Genius~ Donatello #Robot Au #robo don my beloved #dragons cove

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cupcakeslushie · 5 months

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Some Future Don….(mithy).

It may be the apocalypse but Timothy still finds geek gold in the wreckage.

*lore edit. Donnie loses his arm during the mission where Tim dies, so just pretend you don’t see that robo arm for these lol.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #tmnt #tmnt fanart #timatello #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rise Timothy #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #ew au #future donnie #doomed future #empyrean weeping au #my art #separated au #rise Mikey #he’s tiny but he’s there

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diarioelcentinela · 1 year

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Un baleado y un fracturado en dos robos a motociclistas ocurridos a los tiros

La víctima Pablo Avena circulaba a bordo de su moto Honda color negra por el Corredor Bancalari. Un profesor de educación física de 41 años fue baleado este martes y un colectivero de 27 terminó fracturado cuando fueron asaltados para robarles sus motos en dos hechos ocurridos con diferencia de 12 horas en los partidos de Tigre y San Isidro, con una modalidad que se repite en la zona norte del…

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#baleado #Don Torcuato #Hospital #motochorros #motociclista #Robo #Tigre

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sketchy-turtlez · 6 months

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If anyone had seen the rush in which I made this, then and only then would they have understood my urgency.

Based on this post by @kathaynesart and @somerandomdudelmao’s Robo-Don.

Little Omega Bot has my heart.

#I’m not sure how tumblr works so #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise donnie #goodbye skinny tv arms #hello little omega-bot #even simba didn’t pull it off as well as little omega

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madychi · 2 years

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List of Random ROTTMNT Headcanons/rando ideas!

Raph and Donnie Duo Pt.2

Donnie makes Raph a robo cat because he feels bad that despite his big brother loving small animals, they seem to hate him. Raph absolutely treasures it and uses it as a sort of emotional support “animal”. He named it Kitty.

Raph likes the texture of Donnie’s shell, and finds it calming to rub. If Donnie finds that Raph is stressed he will sigh in resignation and flop over onto his lap so he may pet his shell.

As a turtle tot Raph had a hard time learning to speak, so Donnie would communicate with him using turtle noises. As they got older they stopped because Raph learned to speak. However they do occasionally slip into to turtle noises. Yes their brothers and father find it adorable. Yes Mikey has a blackmail cute video of them doing it.

Turtle tot Donnie once pancaked on Splinter’s chair while he was out on a supply run. Raph freaked out when he found him and tried to remove him. Donnie proceeded to bite down on Raphs hand and did not let go. Raph didn’t really feel much pain, his skin was thick and tough. But then Donnie straight up tried to eat him, geting Raphs arm up to his elbow into his mouth. Splinter returned to find Raph screaming while a sleepy Donnie was “consuming him”. Raph learned to never disturb a pancaking Donnie.

After the events of the movie, Donnie suffered slight brain damage from being ripped from the ships controls. As a result he has nerve damage to his shell and hands, and starts experiencing seizures. He tried to hide it. But one day after a rough day of Kraang clean up Raph went into Donnie’s lab and found him seizing on the floor. Donnie ended up explaining to Raph everything after almost scaring Raph out of his shell with his little seizure episode. Raph insisted he make something that would alert Raph if he was ever having another seizure. Donnie agreed.

In turn, Raph would confess to Donnie that he’s been hiding things about his Kraang experience too. He was now partially blind in his right eye and and had lost the ability to taste things. Donnie was able to make Raph a special contact lens for his partially blind eye. It not only allowed him to see, but it also had a x-ray vision mode, a heat vision mode, and a zoom and enhance feature. Because why should Raphael just see when he could ✨see✨.

Sometimes when Donnie swears he can feel the Kraang tendrils creeping over him he’ll steal one of Raph’s hoodies. It’s huge on him, but its soft, warm, safe, and smells of protective Raph smell. After a week Donnie gives it to him to wear until it smells like him again, then Donnie yanks it away and puts it back on.

Donnie’s first gift to Raph was the results from a dna test he conducted that showed that all four of the turtles were biological brothers. Raph has the results framed in his room.

Both bros are the big carnivores of the group, so while they love pizza, they will go absolutely feral over a nice medium rare steak.

Donnie is fluent in almost every single language, but his main languages are English, Japanese, and ASL. Raph also knows ASL, having had taught himself so he could communicate with Don when he was too stressed to verbalize.

Once in an act of defiance, Donnie hide under the fridge and refused to come out. He wasn’t expecting Raph to reach under there, firmly grasp him by the neck, and drag him out screeching.

Once, after a really bad nightmare about the Kraang invasion that was followed up with a violent seizure and a panic attack Donnie ran to Raphs room and woke him up. Raph let him into his bed and Donnie shifted to be as close to him as possible. Raph hugged him tight, knowing that pressure helped Donnie during times like this. They didn’t really sleep that night. Just stared into the dark or at each other. The next morning when they were discovered unconscious, Raph’s body engulfing Donnie’s fetal positioned body like a protective shield from the world, no one had the heart to wake them.

Pt. 1: Here Pt. 3: -Coming Soon-

#rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt headcanons #rise donatello #rise raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt turtle tots #turtle tots #rise headcanons #tmnt headcanons

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butterfilledpockets · 8 months

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a while back you did a poll for b.e.n.t stickers, was wondering if life got too busy for the stickers to happen? cuz like, it's a-okay if it did, was just wonderin bc I finally got sm money to spend and stickers are always fun! plus it helps support you, and i like the funny dudes. they're all traumatized, but i love 'em anyways. wonder if ronin ever looked at robo don and mistook him for a robo cop. only for robo don to pull out the flamethrower to bake c o o k i e s. (yes that post still rotates in my head)

the stickers are still a work in progress! I am mainly just figuring out some issues with my banking :)

I'm working on a couple of designs,

a Taxi-Nardo sticker with all of them hanging off him, a "get BENT mother fucker" variant for each of the fellas and a Ronin "know peace but take no shit"

I really wanna polish em for the best quality possible :D (I am also very open to suggestions)

Ronin sometimes is incredibly sleepy and out of it so some mornings it turns into a Benny hill chase between the two with Don bot running for his circuits (and yes that doodle rotates my head as well)

#ask butter #bad end ninja turtles #b.e.n.t #b.e.n.t ask #really excited for stickers but also bervous cause of good ol self doubt

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normal-sea-urchin · 5 months

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Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 6

whoo yeah, completed chapter six. sorry it took so long dudes. i kept putting it off. anyways here's like, 2,707 words of raph going through it

"Raph just sit still!" Donnie ordered. It had been about a day since Raph had gotten hit with a laser, right in the middle of his plastron. So, Donnie was sitting on the couch, checking his brother's plastron for any injuries. At least he was trying to, if Raph weren't so uncooperative.

"No! Quit touching me!" Raph countered, slapping Donnie's hand away. "I'm fine Don."

"You know what, fine. If you're going to keep swatting me away, then you can survive getting hit with a laser." Donnie caved. The tallest turtle packed up his medical supplies and left for his lab.

But before he could make it to said lab, Leo came out the dojo, a determined look on his face. "Gear up guys, we're going on a mission."

"Awwww, but Super Robo Mecha Force Five Team Fiiiiive." Mikey whined pulling himself away from his spot right in front of the TV.

"Sorry Mikey, but Super Robo Mecha Force will have to wait." Leo said, his strict tone of voice not wavering.

Donnie emerged from his lab after putting his med kit back, with his bo staff strapped to his back. Mikey jumped up off the floor and walked over to the entrance where Leo was standing. Raph also hopped up and walked over to the exit of the lair (which doubled as the entrance) only to be met with his brother's hand blocking him.

"Oh no. No way you're coming." Leo ordered. "Not with you hurt."

"What!? Whaddya mean hurt!? I'm fine!" raph yelled, raising his arms to the level of his head in protest. Leo responded with a cold glare.

"You're staying here. Master Splinter said so." Leo demanded.

"But you can't just-"

"Do you want to be off the team permanently Raph!?" Leo threatened. Raph took a step back, thinking about the threat, but still keeping retaining his scowl. And just like that, Leo turned about face and left for the Shellraiser, followed shortly by Donnie. Before leaving, Mikey turned back to Raph with a look of pity on his face. But before Raph could say anything, Mikey was already in the Shellraiser.

Raph stood in the entrance to the lair as he watched the Shellraiser speed off. He let out a low growl, before turning and stomping over to his punching dummy. He landed a blow. And another. And another. This repeated for a while until Raph's knuckles grew bloody. He stopped, bringing his hands in front of his chest, palms facing down.

He decided he should change out the bandages on his hands before his brothers get back, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Leo. He started walking towards his room, staring down at his bloody knuckles.

"Hello, my son." a familiar voice greeted. Raph jumped back, hiding his hands behind his shell and snapping his head upwards.

"Uh- Hello Sensei!" Raph hastily saluted. He hoped the nervous face that was shifted to try and display a smile wouldn't rat him out.

"Is there anything bothering you, Raphael?" Splinter inquired, stroking his beard.

"Uh, no Sensei. All good here." Raph lied. He presented a toothy smile, hoping it would appear sincere to his father.

"Hm, what do you have?" Splinter asked, leaning forward to peer over Raph's shoulder. Raph moved in response to try and hide his bloody hands from his father.

"Uh- Uh, nothing?" Raph replied. His tone of voice received a look of suspicion from his father, making Raph flash a fake smile in an attempt to seem more sincere.

"Very well, you may go." the rat dismissed. Raph began to take his leave, walking once more towards his room. Once he was past his father, he moved his hands from behind his shell to in front of him, hoping that his father didn't catch a glimpse of his bloody hands.

"Would you like me to patch up your hands, or were you planning on doing so yourself?"

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Raph sat on the floor of the dojo, holding out his hand for his father to bandage. Splinter's eyes were focused on Raph's right hand. He carefully wrapped around the knuckles, once, twice, a third time.

"What is upsetting you my son?" Splinter asked, breaking the silence. The rat looked up from his son's hand, attempting to make eye contact.

"Nothing Sensei." Raph muttered. He shifted his eyes to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact.

"Hmm, are you sure? It is not often that you are so aggressive with your punching bag." Splinter stated, keeping a calm tone. He was wrong. Or at least, not entirely right. Raph was this rough with the punching bag all the time. He supposed Splinter meant that he wasn't usually this rough with himself.

"I-I guess..." Raph trailed off. Should he tell him? Should he tell him? How would he react. His father's always telling him not to let his anger take control. But that's exactly what happened that night. "I guess Leo's just been getting on my nerves." Raph bluffed. His father hummed in reply.

"I just- It's-" Raph let out a heavy sigh, "Yesterday, I got hit while fighting the Kraang. Leo was all concerned, but when I told him I was fine, he got all mad like I was the bad guy!" Raph yelled.

"My son, you must understand that neither you, nor Leonardo is the villain." Splinter advised. The rat gently tied the bandages on his son's right hand and exchanged it for the right.

"Yeah, I know... I just don't get why he had to keep me from going on today's mission. It's not fair!" Raph complained. With Slash- Spike, mutated, Raph was alone, with no one who truly understood him.

"Hmm, yes. I did recommend that you stay here." Splinter stated.

"What!? Why?" Raph shrieked. He heard Leo say that Master Splinter didn't want him going on the mission, but he assumed that was just something Leo said to get him to listen.

"I did not want you getting hurt." His father admitted.

"But-"

"And neither did Leonardo. He is the leader of the team. He is under much pressure. He wants to do what he thinks is right. To him, that means preventing you from going on missions." The rat clarified.

"Hai Sensei." Raph sighed. By now, Splinter was done bandages Raph's knuckles.

After saying goodbye, Raphael finally made his way to his room. Once in his room, he collapsed onto his bed, face first. The turtle rolled over, now lying on his shell. Raph lifted his hand up and stared at his knuckles. The turtle slowly brought his hand back down to the side of his shell. His bed felt nice and fairly warm, a small nap while waiting for his brothers to get back wouldn't hurt. His eyes began to droop down, and before long, he fell into a deep, comforting sleep.

Now asleep, Raph's mind drifted between his thoughts. It drifted to the coffee he drank this morning, it drifted to his brothers, it drifted to Super Robo Mecha Force, and eventually it drifted back to the death of Casey Jones, which at this point had a tendency to consume Raph's thoughts.

The next thing he knew, there was a whisper. It sounded far away, but even with the distance, the voice sounded familiar. Though, the turtle couldn't quite make out what the voice was saying. It started as a mumble. Then grew slightly louder. And a bit more louder. Until eventually, it became intelligible. "Get up. Wake up." A moment or two passed. "Wake UP!" the voice commanded. And with that, Raph's eyes shot open.

His vision was fuzzy but wherever he was, it consisted mainly of different shades of grey. Man, how long was he out? He stood up, and as his eyes began to focus, he realized where he was. Oh. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. No no no no no no no, not here! He easily recognized where he was; the alley from the night of Casey Jones's death. He looked around frantically, trying to find out how the hell he had gotten here.

Everything felt... fuzzy? It felt weird, not quite like a dream, but definitely not reality. The air around Raph felt thick, like molasses. But oddly enough, when he tried to move, he did so with ease. He determined he was simply in a lucid dream. What other explanation was there?

"What's the matter?" Raph heard a voice; it was the one he had heard whispering in his mind just a few moments ago. It sounded closer than last time. The turtle reached for his sai only to find they weren't there. He craned his neck to the side to look down to where his sai should have been.

"Looking for your salad tongs?" the voice taunted. Raph snapped his head back up and started frantically searching for whomever was talking to him. It was weird, there was something familiar about the voice that Raph couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Salad tongs!?" Raph echoed, a hint of anger in his voice. But there was no reply. Raph tried calling out to the voice again only to feel something he couldn't see cover his mouth.

"Boo!" the voice whispered in his ear. Raph whipped around only to find nothing there. Whoever's voice he was hearing, they were fast. Just as that thought passed Raph's mind, a figure became visible.

Oh no...

The apparition was that of Casey Jones's...

Now that Raph's thoughts weren't clouded with rage like the night they first met, he took a moment to look over the boy. He menacingly stood there, his skull mask still covering his face. The specter's eyes were white, all white. No irises, no pupils, no blood vessels. His hood was down, revealing his Irish-black hair. It appeared that he didn't have his weapons, or was even wearing a holster. He was wearing three layers? Who does that? His clothes had spray paint stains here and there. Before Raph could make any further observations, the spirit spoke.

"What's the matter, surprised to see me?" Casey asked in a tone that sent shivers up Raph's spine. The man chuckled a bit before beginning to approach Raph. The turtle's voice was trapped in his own throat. He truly couldn't say anything, no matter how much he mentally yelled at himself to.

"What? Did ya really think you'd killed me?" the ghost teased. He stopped just in front of Raph, whose nervous system felt like it was burning.

"I- You- No..." Raph muttered. Why was he back here? How was Casey back here? How was he back here? His brain was scrambled; he couldn't piece together a single thought, let alone a sentence.

"Hm?" the human(?) responded, "What was that?"

"You... You're- You're not supposed to be here." Raph forced out.

"Don't be so sure." the apparition mocked. A cold gust of wind hit Raph's shoulder, sending a shiver through Raph's right arm. The feel of the moment greatly changed. The spirit seemed more serious. Deadly serious.

"You. You left me. To die." Casey bitterly spoke. "Why? What did I do to deserve death? And at your hand."

Raph felt his guilt consume him. It felt like a lump in his throat, the kind you get just before crying. The turtle craned his neck down, to stare at his feet in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He felt his remorse eat away at him. "I- I'm-" Raph stuttered. "I'm sorry..." he choked out.

A moment passed. "No." the specter mumbled. "No, you don't get closure." sharply uttered. Raph craned his neck up to face the ghost. They locked eyes. (At least, Raph thinks they did. It was hard to tell considering Casey's eyes were white.) Casey's dead eyes stared down at Raph, who was paralyzed in place. The ghost swiftly raised his fist in preparation for a beatdown.

"WAKE UP DUDE!"

Raph shot awake, now sitting up. He quickly looked around, only to find that he was once again in his room. He felt tears streaming down his face. When did he start crying? He turned to his left to see who had woken him up from his nightmare. It was Mikey, with a severely concerned look on his face. He was sitting on the edge of Raph's bed, next to the red-masked turtle's legs.

"Dude, are you okay? I came in here to check on you and you were crying in your sleep!" Mikey explained. His hands were on Raph's shoulders, grip getting tighter by the moment. Raph lifted his hand to his face and wiped away the tears.

"I'm fine, Mikey." Raph insisted. He pushed his younger brother's hands away. Raph waited for Mikey to leave. And waited a bit longer. He and his younger brother kept eye contact as several moments passed.

"...No." the younger turtle finally responded. Raph flinched back in shock at Mikey's reply.

"What do you mean no?" Raph questioned, a hint of anger seeping into his voice.

"No, you aren't fine! You've been acting weird for months! Literally!" Mikey insisted. He put his hands on his older brother's shoulders. Raph opened his mouth, about to argue with Mikey, when he cut him off.

"And before you say anything about 'oh I'm fine,' no, you aren't! The time you were staring off into the sewers, the time you 'tripped' after getting out of the shower and acted super weird, the time you screamed for no reason while on our way back from a mission. And Leo told me about the time in the dojo."

Raph was shocked that Mikey of all turtles had picked up on his troubles. Then again, Mikey was by far the most in tune with emotions in comparison to the rest of his brothers. "So what's with you dude!? Is- Is it me...?" Mikey trailed off, retracting his hands from his brother's shoulders. His brow furrowed behind his orange mask, as he squinted his eyes and his mouth twisted into a frown.

"Did I do something wrong?" the orange-masked turtle whispered sorrowfully. What? No. No. No! Raph thought to himself. This wasn't Mikey's fault, it was Raph's. Why would Mikey blame himself. Raph was snapped out of his thoughts by a small sniffling noise coming from his younger brother. His head snapped up to look at Mikey.

He was crying.

Without a moment of hesitation, Raph wrapped his arms around his little brother, trapping his in a warm embrace. Mikey waited a second, shocked that his older brother was hugging him. But after a second or two, he hugged him back. And so they sat there, for only a few minutes, encased in each other's arms. Eventually they pulled away, warm smiles on each of their faces.

"So wait. If it's not me bumming you out what is it?" Mikey asked, breaking the silence. Raph sharply inhaled before letting out a deep sigh. He really didn't know if he could trust Mikey with this. Would he tell the others? Would he understand? He was the most in tune with emotions and junk, so maybe? But would he tell the others? Mikey had a habit of ratting his brothers out when any of them told him a secret.

Clearly having sensed his brother's inner turmoil, Mikey placed his hand on Raph's left shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to bro." Mikey reassured.

"...Thanks Mikey." Raph responded, waiting a moment before saying anything. Raph rarely showed his softer side. Or really any side of him that wasn't angry. But there were moments like these during which he let his heart open, for comforting his brothers and such (most often Mikey).

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go watch Super Robot Mecha Force. Later dude!" The orange turtle stated, bouncing up and out the door. His sudden exit had left Raph slightly confused, but not so confused that it consumed his thoughts. The red-masked turtle lied back down in his bed. He let his eyes flutter shut as he drifted back off to sleep.

Things would be alright. This would be alright. Yeah. Everything would be fine as long as Raph had his brothers.

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