ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Slam, Crash, Bang!

The four just stood in silence for a good few minutes, before a maniacal laughter sounded throughout the theater. "Wonderful show, puppet! I love the dramatics!"
The three turned to face them, Donnie more turning his head even though it began to feel stiff.
"Wh—" The snapper was cut off, the theater doors bursting open with a loud bang noise.
Raph and Leo's heads snapped towards the entrance, spotting Mikey standing in the doorway.
"Mikey!" The red and blue clads yelped.
"Ooo! I see the whole family is here!" The puppeteer smiled.
"Why did you two— Donnie!" He exclaimed, running towards the genius brother with a worried expression.
"Wait no Michael—!"
There was a crash as the youngest collided with the seats, the softshell standing on one foot with his leg and body horizontal. He had kicked him. . Into a row of seats. . .

"Mikey!" The others called, running towards him.
"How entertaining! Although I am quickly growing bored, return to me puppet."
He straightened again, turning and making his way towards the stage.
He groaned in discomfort, sitting up and shaking his head. His expression quickly dropped as he watched the older stiffly walk towards the puppeteer. "Donnie. . . ?"
The softshell stopped beside the puppeteer, unable to turn his gaze away as his neck was now completely solidified.
"Three minutes, turtle. Have fun. ." They chuckled, pressing an unknown control on the remote and allowing him free will for the next three minutes.
His body relaxed slightly, slumping forward as his eyes widened in anguish. He screamed, hands stiffly making their way towards his face as screams became rasped shrieks, which became gurgled cries. His jaw completely shifted, bottom jaw snapping into three individual pieces as if to make a newer, smaller one. Those pieces solidified into wood, his upper jaw stiffening and one last spray of blood falling upon the stage. His eyes polished over, eyelids becoming stiff yet somehow still expressive. The pink glow never left his irises, actually seeming to glow brighter. He suddenly slumped slightly sideways. His knees bent inward, arms dropping limply to his sides and head lolling to the side. His cries quickly died out as one last stream of the purple blood trickled down the seam of his new jaw.

"Perfect! Absolutely wonderful performance!"
"What the hell did you just do?!" Leo screeched, running up towards the stage and to the twins side. He gently took the limp arms in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across his wooden knuckle joints. .

He felt cold. . . Unnaturally cold.

He dropped the appendages, startled. He took a step back, pupils pinpricks as he watched the arms drop back down with no resistance at all. They swayed a bit, like a small chain dangling from ones neck.
The other two went to go see as well, abruptly stopping as they saw the puppet's arm shoot up to the sliders neck.
The blue-clad wrapped his hands around the twins forearm, attempting to pull away from the tight grasp around his throat. He flinched his head back slightly as the wooden figure jerked it's head up, tilting it to the side and looking into his eyes with a blank stare. "D- Don—?" He choked out.
"Leo!" Mikey and Raph yelled, jumping up onto the stage and running towards the two.
The puppet snapped its head towards the duo, head tilting to the side and the arm holding Leo propping back. It tightened its grip for a second before throwing its arm forward, launching the slider right at the two.

They yelped, falling back as the blue-clad collided with their plastrons. The trio scrambled up after a moment of coughing and gasping from the brother.
The puppet simply stared at them, hunched forward and head tilted to the side. Its arms dangled limply in front of its legs, knees bent inward.
The puppeteer smiled, walking up beside it and placing a hand on its shoulder. "What a wonderful show."
"W- what the hell?!" Leo snarled, yanking his Ōdachi back out.
"What's wrong why is he like that?!" Mikey questioned fearfully.
"It's hard to explain Mike—"Raph started.
"How about I let you find out, little turtle?" They grinned, removing their hand from the puppets shoulder.
The doll promptly launched itself from its spot on the stage, directly at the box turtle with a wooden hand extended.
He squeaked and jumped out of the way, sending it crashing into the floor and tumbling a ways after.
It stood, eyelids lowering as if to narrow its eyes. It ran at him again, attempting to take down the younger quickly.