ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

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"Alright, so the last thing we heard of Donnie was when he was fightin' the person. So we just have to find his cuff and see where he was last. Maybe there's a trail?" Raph suggested.
"Sure, because a villain who wanted to kidnap our brother because he danced well is going to leave a trail for us to find him. Smart idea Raph." Leo deadpanned. "What's it gonna be? A trail of music notes? Some ballet shoes? A backstage pass to SIX the musical??"
"Leo we don't-"
"No. . A trail of footsteps!" Mikey exclaimed.
"What? No they aren't that- oh my God a trail of footsteps."
Raph followed their gaze, noticing the rough tracks. His eyes ended up drifting over to an odd pile of suspiciously shiny silvery metal, walking over and picking it up before freezing up in horror. "Eh- guys-?"
"Yeah?"
"What, did you find something?"
"I found Donnie's. . " He turned, showing the crushed device.
"His cuff!" The two yelped, scrambling over and examining the tech.
"Shit so that's why he cut out-"
"Yeah-" Raph nodded.
"Wait, didn't the person say something about him being 'quite a dancer' or something?" Mikey questioned.

"Yeah. . ?"
"So that means he must be in some sort of dance studio!"
"Why would he be in a dance studio?" Leo cocked an eyebrow ridge in suspicion.
"Why wouldn't he be? They wouldn't have said something about him being a dancer If they weren't gonna take him to some sort of dance studio!" Mikey countered.
"What if they were just mocking him?!" Leo snapped.
"Guys, stop it! We don't have time for this!" Raph butted in. "Leo, I get you're stressed but hear him out! Mikey could be right, I mean, it doesn't hurt to try."
"But what if it's all for nothing?"
"What if it's not?"
. . . .
"Fine." Leo turned, walking over to the other pieces of discarded tech and snatching them before making his way towards the turtle tank.
The other two followed wordlessly.
"We need to map out every dance studio and theater in the city. Mike, you okay with doing that?" Leo turned to face the youngest, standing just before the entrance to the tank.
"Yeah-" He nodded, running into the vehicle.
"Raph,"
"Yeah?"
"Can you drive?"
"Yeah, yeah I can." He nodded.
"Good, I'm gonna locate everything and give them to Mike so he can map it out, until we are done we can just drive around the city and see if there's any possibility he's around here."
"Got it."

The two nodded in acknowledgement before practically leaping into the tank, taking their positions and rolling out.

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"Hello there, turtle." The puppeteer grinned, walking up to a gracefully posed Donnie. "Did you enjoy that show? It was more. . Colourful- than anticipated, though. You could have waited 'till after the performance to do that" They sighed.
"F- fuck you. ." He rasped.
"But alas, the crowd did quite like the performance nonetheless. They assumed that was part of the show, apparently deciding that was showing the progression and intensity of dancing. Or something of the sort." They moved their hand, as if to wave something off as they talked. "Heh. . Who knew blood would be so entertaining to the public. I suppose I'd have to keep that in mind. ."
"W- why- why are my feet g- going. . Stiff?"
"Oh, I must have forgotten one teensy-tiny detail-" They grinned. "No I'm just kidding, I've been lying to you about the whole 'rods in your limbs' thing the entire time. While yes, there are rods embedded in your joints, they aren't just any old rods."

"Wh- what are they- Then. . ?"
"One of my. . Colleagues, gave them to me. Said they were from some sort of 'mystic city' or something." They chuckled. "But of course, that's ridiculous. There's no such thing. Although I did decide to test them out nonetheless. And it seems they work wonderfully!"
"S- so-?"
"So you're becoming a puppet. Just like I had planned." They giggled. "But it's okay, you won't be alone or anything-at least not for long-because I'll be getting the others as well!"
"W- what?! No-!" He yelped, coughing a little after as a spray of red erupted from his mouth.
"Awww, that's too bad for you. What are you going to do about it little softshell? It's not like you could just come after me, not unless you want your limbs to be turned into paper shreds."
The softshell scowled, expression quickly dropping to one akin to horror as he felt his feet completely stiffen, almost feeling wood-like. He could feel his joints changing, the limbs around them beginning to grow stiffer as well.
"Well, I suppose I'll leave you to it, have fun puppet. Our next show is in about three hours." They grinned, trotting off and leaving him in darkness yet again.

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"Leo, is that all of them?" Mikey questioned, a red marker in hand and a map laid out in front of him.
"No, there's about three more for you to put down." He shook his head, pointing to a monitor and beginning to mumble to himself.
"Raph? Anything?" Mikey craned his neck to look at the snapper.
"Nothin' yet bud. . ."
"Oh. . . If only Don were here- He'd know what to do. ." Mikey murmured, slumping back down to the paper.
"Yeah well he isn't." Leo snapped, venom placing his tone. "He's gone and so far we're not getting any leads because this damn city just has to keep growing." He threw his hands up in exasperation, clenching his fists and dropping them to his sides.
"Sorry-" The box turtle sunk into his shell a bit.
"I- Nevermind, Raph where are we now?"
"Eh, we're at thirty-fourth street. Just past Albearto's Pizza." The snapper replied.
"Good, we'll head to this street's theater first. It's the closest and one of the largest." The slider stated.
"Got it." Suddenly the tank jolted forward, Raph having pressed the gas pedal slightly harder and speeding the vehicle up.

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My legs. . What- what happened to my legs. . . ? They're wood- I can't feel the floor anymore? But why can I still feel the rods in my joints? My fingers- no my fingers, they're completely- Nonono. . No what is happening?! Where are the others?! WHERE ARE THEY?!?

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STOP IT-! PLEASE IM BEGGING!! LEO! RAPH! MIKEY!? SOMEONE!!

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