Bad Dreams

Bad Dreams

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(So this is yet another sequel to the now deleted fan fiction "Three Brothers and a Slave")

("Three Brothers and a Slave belong to Crystal-Violeta and TMNT belongs to Nickelodeon)

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Leo's four years old in case your wondering and this takes place after "My Cub"

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A week had gone by since Tiger Claw had adopted the young turtle known as Leonardo and took him away from his former life as a slave to his "brothers" and his master, a rat-man named Splinter.

It took a while for Leo to adjust to his new way of living. A living without daily beatings, sleeping out in the cold, damp, sewer tunnels locked to a shackle on his ankle, and endless amounts of chores and responsibilities but eventually he grew accustomed to his new way of life.

But sometimes, at night, he would have bad dreams about his past life.

VERY bad dreams.

These dreams didn't happen frequently but when they did, Tiger Claw was sure to be awoken at one a.m. by a blood-curdling scream coming from Leonardo's room and rushed in there to wake up the poor turtle before his dream could get any worse.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Tiger Claw awoke with a jolt.

He immediately recognized that scream.

It was coming from Leonardo's room.

Quickly stripping the covers off himself and slipped on his bed robe, Tiger Claw rushed up the stairs to the young turtle.

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"STUPID! USELESS! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!"

Leo looked up with his eyes filled with fear as Splinter smacked him once again.

He fell to the ground with a hard thud.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE! YOU ARE A SLAVE AND NOTHING MORE!"

Leo tried to get up but he was so weak, he could only stand on his knees and elbows.

He saw his three brothers, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo stare down at him.

"G-Guys! H-Help!-" he squeaked.

But, instead of helping their brother, they just stared at him with disgust.

"Don't come near me," said Raph, "I might catch rabies or something!"

"Yeah, besides, he's only here to serve us," said Donnie.

"And he smells funny and I don't like people that smell funny!" said Mikey, wrinkling his nose.

"N-No! W-Wait, please help!" Leo begged.

He could hear their brothers voices swirl around him as they called off demand by demand; "Do our dishes! Make our beds! Cook us lunch! Give us a bath! Sweep the living room! Scrub the toilet! Take out the trash!"

Over and over, the demands kept repeating.

"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Leo cried.

Leo covered his ears to muffle out the chores they wanted him to do but it didn't stop there.

"Your place is on the FLOOR! You will eat only our leftovers! You are useless to me! Pathetic! Stupid! Look what you did to my son! You will be chained here until I say so!"