When the Sky Falls- TMNT X ROTTMNT Crossover

Chapter Seven: Breakdown

((Macaroni Macaroni, how I love my macaroni, all that's missing is the cheese.))

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The world was dark and shrouded in mist. It was as if his head was in the clouds and his heart was in his stomach. Everything was so disorienting, the ringing in his noggin surely wasn't helping him out any. Every time he tried to think about where he was- all he was met with was some kind of strange searing pain. Almost as if his head were on fire- if he were to be honest with himself.

Finally reaching the realm of the conscious for the second time in a short amount of time- it was as if the darkness in his blocked vision was flooded with an overpowering light.

The light made his eyes strain once more. He felt the need to squint- despite it doing no good on behalf of the fact his eyes were still actually closed. They had yet to open.

Meowing caught Mikey's attention. the freckled turtle felt as though he was floating in some sort of suspension. He couldn't completely move, and he wasn't sure if he was breathing at this point. He felt a crushing sadness in his chest and he tried to process everything he did remember happening so far. Flashes in his mind as he attempted to shut his troubled frame of mind down.

Maybe he couldn't take it.

Maybe he couldn't handle remembering. Did he even want to completely remember? What if it only felt worse than what he was now?

Straining to open his eyes caused him to almsot start writhing to get away from the light. However, he was too tired to move. Every attempt to lift his heavy limbs felt as though there were several people sitting on top of each one. His blurry eyes shifted, trying to escape the overhead, before landing on a purring pile of white pink and brown.

His heart fluttered a little bit. Mikey coughed a couple times, the cough sounding dusty and dry. "Ice Crea.... Kitty....?" he questioned, trying to squint to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "Ic.... C.... Ki" he started coughing again. His voice continually cutting out from the lack of hydration. Mikey swallowed hard, only wincing when he processed the fact his throat felt all the more arid.

"You're awake...." a subtle voice came from the side of him. Looking up, Michelangelo saw a purple banded turtle. The turtle had a set of estranged eyebrows, and the bandana went over his whole head. Another notable thing was a set of goggles that rested over the bandana- one eye part seemed to be larger than the other. Maybe it was just the freckled terrapin seeing things.

The voice was something between what could be considered concern- and the other emotion could likely be processed as disinterest. He couldn't completely tell. From what he heard his brother, Donatello, say before- he was something called 'tone deaf'. Despite being the most playful brother, he couldn't always tell when someone else was playing with him. He was partially literal, in that sense. Maybe the only sense.

"... m... " he stopped himself, unsure of what to say. He blinked a couple of times, looking back up at the light as the burning glow started to re-emerge a recent memory. He slowly attempted to lift his arms, just for them to flop back down on the surface he was atop of. Currently, his right arm was the more stable one. So, with a forced breath- he brought it up, and used his large hand to block out the burning light over himself.

His hand blocked out most of it- just for some of the light to conntinue to glow from the outside edges of his hand. It reminded him of something. This thought made Michelangelo squint a bit, as he slowly allowed his mind to wander back to a distant memory; likely the one he was barely picturing not even a few seconds ago.

Closing his blue eyes- he started to picture everything around himself, as it was not so long ago.

The Earth around himself and his brothers shaking- and the feeling of warmth. Warmth to a sensation of boiling on his skin. Everything was hot, and bright- a large barreling rock from space crashing down on him and his... brothers...