ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Much Deserved

April walked along the busy streets, humming to herself as she listened to a random Spotify playlist. Her hands were shoved inside her pockets, her hair up in her usual dual buns, and her signature yellow jacket being worn. She bobbed her head along with the music, making sure she didn't accidentally rip the headphones out by getting them caught on her sleeve or something.

She made her way to the main entrance alley, looking around to make sure no one was watching before lifting the manhole cover and hopping in. She closed the cover, climbing down the ladder and hopping to the solid ground beneath. She dusted herself off, marching her way towards the lair using the path she memorized all those years ago when she met the family. She continued humming, drumming her fingers in the air and doing a little jig every once in a while because she could. She finally arrived at the lair about twenty minutes later, stopping in her tracks at how unusually quiet it was. Weird. . . Maybe they're doin' something in Don's room? She turned off her music and neatly rolled her headphones up, shoving them into her pocket and marching in.
"Ohh boys! I'm back!" She called, pausing for a minute before calling out again. "Boys!"
Nothing.
"Okay now I'm gettin' freaked out—" She said to herself, looking around as she walked towards the lounge.

"Splints? Have you seen— Huh-? Yo splints you okay?" She asked, walking over and kneeling beside the recliner.
The rat just sighed, shaking his head. Perhaps she will understand.
"Okay, talk to me then. What's wrong?"
"Alright, I suppose. . . Purple and I got into another argument because of the T.V. and we had said some quite unnecessary things. . I admit, we both had gotten angrier than needed. Although he had gone as far as to say that I only keep him around because of his tech machines. I simply asked if he had been taking those therapy sessions with orange and he blew up at me. So, in defense, I snapped back. Although I didn't go that far. He proceeded to then tell me that all I do to acknowledge them is to 'yell at them' or 'use them for errands'." He frowned. "He blamed me for his mistakes, then saying that I was apparently too blind to notice when they 'needed more than just the bare minimum.' And yet they fail to realize I provided for them since they were but little creatures." He summarized.
". . So- what else was he saying? And did you say anything back?"
"He was being an ungrateful brat is what he was." He growled.
"Sooo. . ?"
"So I kicked him out. The only smart option I knew."
"You did WHAT?!" She exclaimed, causing the rat to flinch back slightly.

"I-"
"No no. . I heard what you said I'm pretty sure. You said you kicked him out? Just because he had an opinion?! What the shell splints?!"
"I do not see the problem."
"He's your son!"
". . ."
"What?"
"He is no son of mine. If he cannot follow simple rudimentary instructions, and has an attitude or screams at me when he doesn't like my ways or get his own, he does not deserve to live under my roof. He can go find his own home and follow his own rules if he is going to act in such a way."
"Where are the others?" She growled.
"Wh-"
"Where. Are. The. Others?" She repeated.
"They. . Left."
"Good."
"What?"
"I said good. They shouldn't be livin' in a place like here if you're gonna act like this. They took the smart route. So good."
"But—"
"No, I don't even have to hear the rest to know you screwed up. You screamed at your child over a t.v. because you knew you were to blame and didn't want to take the fall. He just defended himself. Sure, he might've taken it a bit overboard but that's because he doesn't have a filter. So you should be working with him on that, not making Mike's do that! You should be taking initiative for your son's well being instead of throwing him out onto the streets of New York. He's a damn mutant! What if someone sees him?! What if someone doesn't react the way you expect them to?! This city is practically unpredictable and you just decide to let your son out alone with probably nothing but a backpack and his hoodie."

"I—"
"I ain't done yet, Splinter." She scowled. "To be honest, I understand what he's getting at. Because whenever I come over, all you're doing is sitting in this damn recliner and watching that now broken T.V.! The most I hear from you for hours on end is you asking one of them to do something for you or to say hello and goodbye to me. I don't hear nothing else from you at all."
"I do not do that—"
"Oh and here you are again, playin' victim and denying it all! I assume you have been doing this for awhile now haven't you? I'm also guessing you left out quite a few details when you explained what happened. So, I'm not taking your side until I find out the rest. And I'm gonna find them and bring them back so you guys can talk this bullshit out! I've heard of family problems but this is a whole new level! This could probably be considered neglect and, I hate to say this but, abuse."
". . . ."
"Mhm, wordless now, huh? I'm pretty sure I got more to say but I can't think of anything right now. So consider this my formal goodbye until I find everyone." She stood, dusting her pants off and turning to leave. She stopped in the doorway, turning back to the recliner for a second. "Oh, and Splints? You're really gonna regret not havin' them here. Just sayin'." She stated, turning back and leaving without another word.