Let's Get Down To Business

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𝐀𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞-

      ──▹"The empress!"

A child's giggle echoed through the room, toys and comics spread at every corner of it. In the middle sat a man and a girl, both holding up figurines, laughing every now and then at the ridiculous made-up stories.

"Yes!" Her father agreed, holding the toy that was playing the bad guy in the play.

"Then, she saves the people!" His daughter continued, waving around the figurine in her hand.

"Of course, she does!" He laughed at her cheery tone. "She saved them all! Because-"

"Because she's me," the younger girl grins, staring up at her father.

"Yep, she's my daughter."

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In the dark of the night (evil will find her-), four figures swiftly jumped from one building to the other. Each was quick, making sure to be silent.

Finally, they stopped at the edge of a rooftop. And, just as they did...

Mikey shrieked.

"Mikey! What's wro--!?"

"SOMEBODY JUST GRABBED MY FOO--"

"Boo."

He screeched even louder, trying to pull his feet away in horror. Once he did, he took off running, as though the thing was after. Except, the thing had just climbed up, the other three turtles staring at her dumbfounded.

"I hate this," Raph groaned.

After much chasing and assuring, they'd finally gotten the orange-masked turtle to stop.

"Well, Y/N," Leo was the first to speak up after everyone had calmed down-- well, it was just Mikey. "As Sensei ordered, you'll be on patrol duty with us from now on."

"Yes, sir, I am aware and I am prepared," Y/N replied, trying to fight back a wide grin. She eagerly nodded, tapping her foot repeatedly. Her gaze was-- filled with stars it seemed, since Leo was having a hard time looking into her eyes.

"Great- so..."

The blue-masked turtle paused, deeply... concerned. Master Splinter hadn't just given him the responsibility of the new girl but, his brothers too, were to take part in helping--- teaching her. And, looking around, his brothers were- well...

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