(Spoilers for ROTTMNT season 1, 2, and the movie.) (Angst warning) (Descriptions of gore) (Vulgar language)
What if the Hamato brothers weren't raised together, what if they had vastly different upbringings?
This story explores the idea of what woul...
After the battle at the Nexus had concluded, Huginn and Muninn return to the wreckage of Draxum's manor. They approach Draxum, both of the goyles nervous beyond belief.
"Hey, uh, Boss. We have to tell you something." Stammers Huginn.
"What is it, you buffoons?" Questions Draxum.
"Well- Only one of the turtles survived." Claimed Muninn, with chattering teeth.
"Damn everything to hell! Which one was it, the snapping turtle?" The Baron asks.
"It was this one." Huginn replies, displaying the softshell.
"The weakest of the four was the only one to survive?" Draxum pondered, "How peculiar that the most fragile would be the one to live."
"So... what are you gonna name him?" Muninn asks.
"Something simple yet sophisticated and bold..." Draxum responds. "Perhaps I'll call this turtle K, short for Knowledge."
"Kei? That's a great name." Replies Huginn, misinterpreting what the Baron had said.
"Yeah, and it's a pretty name too." Muninn adds.
Kei (or as how we know him, Donatello) churred and cooed, writhing and wriggling. The turtle had endured substantial damage to his body, teardrops fell from his beady eyes.
"You two should bandage him up immediately." The Baron spoke, tossing the goyles rolls of gauze and bandage wraps.
"On it, Boss." The two gargoyles agreed in sync.
Baron Draxum stood in silence, staring at the wreckage of all his life's work. He thinks of the prophecy, silently enraged.
As the two gargoyles dressed Kei's wounds, they gently patted the terrapin.
"Do you think this makes us uncles?" Muninn questioned.
"Definitely, we're the best uncles." Replies Huginn.
"Good as new." Muninn comments, tying the bandages into a bow.
"Aww that's cute." Says Huginn.
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The turtle appeared to be feeling better now, he chirped friendlily. In fact, Kei seemed to really like the feeling of compression the bandages gave him. So cute, so innocent... but that won't last. It won't last at all.
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At the Foot Clan headquarters, the recruits take turns holding the box turtle (Who we know as Michelangelo.)
A young girl who isn't quite a member of the clan yet (Because she was a toddler) stares at the turtle with wide eyes, reaching her hands out towards him.
"Oh, you want to pet him, Cassandra?" An older clan member asks.
Cassandra nods in response, cooing. As grasped the turtle with her hands and held him tightly.
"We still haven't got a name for the turtle." Another clan member comments.
"S-shell! Shellby! He name Shellby!" Cass babbles, patting the turtle.
The clan members seem to like that idea, and so that's what the terrapin would be named.
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Big Mama walks through a long hallway, lined with metal doors, She has Chikara in her arms. She steps up to a door labeled 'Lou Jitsu.'
"Oh, my snugglemuffin beefcake~ I have some splendiferous news to tell you!" She calls, opening the door.
Big mama becomes silent upon noticing the room is empty. She takes a moment to process this, she is shaking with a mixture of rage, sadness, fear, and confusion. She nearly enters an outburst, but she's brought back to reality by the sound of her 'son' cooing and chirping.
"Guards!" Big Mama shouts, "Find Lou Jitsu!"
The woman cradles the terrapin in her arms, she's full of despair but atleast she has her sweet little 'turtleyboo'...
