Nobody Id Rather Be Mutated With || TMNT-TOBER

Battle

Mikey stepped inside the lair as quietly as possible. Using all his ninjitsu training to not make a sound. He could feel the urge to stumble or trip, but he powered through it.

Nobody was outside, most definitely asleep now.

Thank god.

He carefully made his way to his room, feeling a huge rush of relief at the look of his bed. He practically jumped in it, planting his face in his pillow.
He covered himself with his blanket, despite the stinging it felt like the most comfortable thing in the world.

He's figure it all out tomorrow, right now he just wanted to go to slee-

"Mikey!" A collected shout came from across the room and a flick of the bedroom light. Scaring the hell out of him.

Naturally, he wanted to quickly turn around and see who this was and what it was about. But he knew exactly, and the last thing he wanted to do was turn around.
So stayed out in his original position and tried to play it off the best he could.

"What do y'all want now?" He sighed.

"Where'd you go!?" Don questioned.

"You think you can just run off like that?!" Leonardo scolded.

"You got some nerve, you know that!" Raph added.

The voices of his brothers and their comments could only make Mikey groan, still facing the way.

"Look you guys, I get you missed me and all but can we do this tomorrow? I'm tired"

"What's your problem? You were gone for like two hours without warning or picking up the phone and were the annoying ones?" He heard Don scoff.

He thought it'd be another blow but instead, the guy just ripped off his belt, shaking it and emptying its contents.
All of his items fell out. In fairness, it was mostly wrappers and some other junk he forgot to take out, but he saw his Shell Phone fall out, and then the man picked it up amused.

"Oh, what's this? Your little turtle phone? Hahahah! That's adorable!" The thug cackled. He slammed the cell onto the concrete and smashed it down with his foot.

Oh no...

Mikey didn't respond, he just sighed again, burying his face in his pillow more.

"You're lucky we don't otta beat the shell out of you. Where do you get off acting like that!" Raph snarled.

Mikey dodged another jab yet again, clearly getting the dragon madder with each miss. He was so enraged at this point he went at Mikey like an animal. Typical.

"Anddddd strike threeeee!" Mikey yelled, dunking under the bat and flipping over to land an under kick straight to the guy's jaw, sending him flying back.

"And he's outta here!" Mikey humored himself. Clearly, he was the only one who found it that way though. Cause the other three goons looked even angrier. Clenching their jaws and weapons like no tomorrow.

Mikey chuckled. "Awh what y'all don't watch sports?"

Mikey breathed through his nose, now not even giving a noise as a response. Please just leave, he ground his teeth.

"Look, Mikey." Leonardo sighed. "You can go out all you want, you're not a kid. But you can't just go off whenever and not tell us, and especially go completely silent when we call." He went into speech mode now. Great.

"We...we're all just really worried okay?"

"Yeah! I get it!" Mikey snapped.

"Can you guys get on my shell tomorrow?! I'm tired as hell and I just go to sleep! God dam!" He hissed, still facing the wall.