I'm Still Here

After the shock of a blue portal spitting out four turtles, each different kinds and sizes—

"AGAIN WITH THE ANOTHER DIMENSIONAL US?!"

"That would be 'Nardo's fault"

"Fascinating. They're all different species. So that one is a box turtle, a soft shell, and—"

"Gee, that's really interesting Donnie. I just got another call from someone named 'I don't give a flying fuck!'"

"Raphael!"

— and sorting out what to call each other and not get confused, 8 three-dimensional turtles stood around getting to know each other. Leonardo was standing with Raphael and Raph. His hot headed brother seemed somewhat intimidated by his counterpart's size. In turn, the alligator snapper was slightly jealous at Raphael's natural instinct of being good with animals and that he owned an alien space turtle. As gentle as he seemed, the other Raph wasn't good at getting affection from animals, particularly a creature named Mayhem. Donatello and Donnie were having a conversation at a rapid rate talking about science and machinery ("Oh it's so nice to have an intellectual conversation!"). Leonardo smiled softly watching his younger brother's brown eyes sparkle as he could finally hold a conversation that he was passionate about and didn't have to dumb down the words. Michelangelo was introducing Mikey to Ice Cream Kitty. The youngest terrapin of the bunch was starry eyed over the mutant cat.

All in all, it was a good time... except for one turtle.

Leon was at a loss in this dimension. His counterpart was nothing like him. He was serious, focused, short, and all-in-all kind of boring. He also seemed very bossy. But even all that was forgivable. It was the fact that everyone had seemed to push him to the side while they got to know each other. His first thought was to go to the youngest pair of siblings. They had broken off from the group first and went to the kitchen, yelling catchphrases:

"BOOYAKASHA!"

"COWABUNGA!"

"You should try combining them"

"Oh me gosh!"

"BOOYAKABUNGA!!"

Leon poked his head through the curtain and watched them. The two were grabbing ingredients out of the cupboards and fridge and talking at a rate and level only a Michelangelo could comprehend. Leon smiled softly, happy his baby brother could be as carefree as he wanted without annoying another turtle. He decided to let the two of them be, before going to the next group of turtles, the Donnie's.

Donnie and Leon had always had similar mannerisms, temperaments, and actions. Both of them could bounce off another's thought, either for agreements or arguments, the latter being the most likely. But that is where they ended. Donnie was extremely intelligent and preferred machines and science to people... or creatures. Leon needed to have eyes on him and chat with someone who would be willing to listen. Donnie too craved praise, but was often more confident in his work than Leon. He pushed the metal door open and saw his twin and the other Donatello talking about robots or something...

"What's up Donnies?!" He interrupted their conversation, nearly knocking some liquid in a beaker over in the process. "Oops. That's on me"

Donatello blew out a breath of limited patience and Donnie just rolled his eyes. "Did you need something, 'Nardo?"

"Just wanted to see if you needed any help with your nerd stuff."

"It's actually quite fascinating," Donatello started going off on a tangent. Leon groaned aloud. Apparently this world's Donnie had a speech mode too. Donatello flashed Leon an annoyed look. Donnie snarked.