The Definition of Insanity

Where are we?

If a day ago, you told Leonardo Hamato that he would wake up tied to a pole with no idea where his brothers are and that he would be staring a guy with a cigarette down around the barrel of a gun, he would have screamed and asked you what the hell you were doing in the lair.

However, the fact that Leo is indeed tied up, along with the chill of cold gunmetal pushed against his forehead gives him a feeling that perhaps something's out of the ordinary. The sharp stench of cigarette smoke makes his face scrunch up as worried sounding mumbles of various accents make his head pound. After a second the mumbles die out, most likely because of Leo's stirring.

The slider opens his eyes, immediately being met with the beautiful sight of the barrel of a gun. How nice. He couldn't see much else, just the fuzzy sight of a guy in a red hoodie, and the gray background of something that looked like a warehouse. Leo's face morphs into a lazy grin, his carefree expression cloaking the stress and analysis going on in his head.

"Well, Good morning to you too. Wanna tell me why I have a gun pointed at my head?"

"Do you wanna tell me where we are?" The guy in the red hoodie snarks back with a sharp grin, an unexpected Russian accent lacing his words.

Leo shrugs, treating the situation like this was just a regular Thursday for him. (At this point, it kind of was.)

"I mean, I would if I knew the answer, sure. However, I have no idea where the hell I am either. I got nothin for you, Ruso."

He gets thanked for that comment with the feeling of a gun being pushed even further against his forehead, resulting in the back of his head hitting the pole he was tied up to.

"Tell me where we are. Don't lie to me, eh? I can tell you know what's going on."

"Listen Amigo, as much as I would love to tell you something so you have less of a reason to blow my brains out, last time I remember I was in New York with my brothers. But I'm guessing we're not in Kansas anymore, huh todo?"

"Don't get smart with me мудила-"

"You wouldn't know anything about being smart, would you?"

"You fucking Козёл-!"

Before the argument could go any further, suddenly the barrel of the gun was out of Leo's face, (the gun apparently smacked out of the Russian's hand by a bit of weird ink??... goop?) and he could see what was actually going on in the room.
There were... a lot of people there in the room he was in.

Most people were gathered on the right side of the room. There was a small blue hedgehog, an... actual leaf(?), a wall with glasses, and a robotic fox that seemed to be pirate themed. Near the middle back of the room there were two more people, with a small robotic looking jester asleep atop some boxes, and a weird masked fellow seemingly not paying attention. Directly in front of Leo, There was the red hoodie guy, with a cigarette in his mouth and a weird hairstyle, as well as a weird cartoony looking demon (?) wearing a tan trench coat splattered with black stains. All these people seemed to have almost completely forgotten about the turtle in the center of the room, and were far more concerned with arguing with each other than anything.

However, when Leo's eyes went over to the left of the room, they were met with a calculating blue stare, like the calm before a storm. Said stare belonged to a fox looking mutant with two tails and a bag strapped across his shoulder. He was sitting on a box, his eyes almost challenging Leo to look away. Leo, however, being prideful as he is, continued staring back at the other, earning a raised eyebrow from the fox.

After a moment of the staring contest continuing, there was snapping to the right of his face, making him blink and immediately look over to where the sound originated from. (Because of this however, he missed the small grin of victory from his opponent.)

"¡Oye! You with us Muchacho?" The small demon asks, her tail swishing a bit in question as she snaps her fingers again in front of the slider.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here." He responds with an eye roll, taking advantage of his new-found sight to look around the building. The only windows were high up, (so escape through them was off the table for now) letting in streams of moonlight. There was only one set of swinging doors, about 10 yards away from him. His analysis was interrupted by a flick to the forehead from the cartoon, snapping him back to his situation.

"You sure don't seem like it. Now how about you tell us where we are, and what's going on, before I let Caveza Weca here get the info out of you his way."

The turtle gives her a deadpan expression, not wanting to repeat what he's been saying for the entire time he's been here. "I'm guessing you know the definition of insanity?" He quips, using something that Donnie had rambled about to him to his advantage.

"Psssssh obviously !! ....." The little demon boasts, putting her hands on her hips before quickly leaning to the person beside her to whisper, "Tord. What's the definition of insanity?"

"The fact that we haven't gotten an answer out of this guy yet, that's what."

"OOH I KNOW !! It's someone who doesn't have empathy, right?" The little jester jumps up, excited to help.

"No stupid, That's the definition of sociopathy." The masked guy laying down next to them corrects, sitting up a little and bonking the jester on the head.

"Oh."

"Eh, what Moon said sounds pretty right to me, Lad." The pirate shouts from across the room, apparently in this conversation now as well.

"Wait, So I am right??"

A loud sigh rings out across the room.

"Neither of you are right. Dumbasses." The cold eyed fox from before remarks, as he gets up from the box he was sitting on, "Having no empathy at all is Psychopathy, not sociopathy."

The Pirate's mouth opens as if he's about to ask a question-

"And yes, There is a difference. Fuckin' obviously." The kitsune cuts in before the other fox even says a word. He walks up to Leo, moving a little bit closer to him then the other two had. He looks at the slider for a moment, making the turtle hold back a squirm as he holds the emo's eye contact, lazy grin still plastered on his face.

"Doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results." Ice cold eyes tear away from magma ones, almost as if they were burnt. "In the words of Albert Einstein, That is the definition of Insanity."

"See, He gets it !!"

"You guys are dumb. This guy has no idea what the fuck is going on." He starts to walk to the doors, "Have fun wasting time. I'm going home."

"What the hell are you talking about emo? you're not just gonna leave us."

"Ah know we've had our differences matey, but we should stick to together on this adventure!" The animatronic fox exclaims, adding on to the masked man's statement.

"Well. you kids have fun playing house." The kitsune starts, cooing condescendingly as he continues to walk towards the door, "Being short a single pest like me shouldn't matter, right?" His grin sharpens, giving the room a small wink before pressing a button on his bracelet, making eight spider-like limbs appear from the bag on his back. He jumps up, using the top two limbs to grab onto the very top of the open warehouse doorframe. A "See ya!", a cold grin, a freezing glare, and a two fingered salute, is the last thing anyone gets from the fox, before he pulls himself backwards and up, onto the outside roof of the building.

...

"GOD DAMNIT SPIDER!"

The room bursts into chaos.