Scattering sparks (tmnt 2012)

Lay me down to rest.

A demon above you. It holds you down. Eyes blue as the blue sky. Blue as the ocean you drown in. It swims among the hall of failure, a path of fractured dreams and broken bodies of itself line its way.
It floats in the air to mimic to innocence of a tadpole, yet it holds within it the balance of evil like that of life itself. It is the embodiment of evil, with only a speck of good haunting its body, making its gaze seem deceivingly pure. It is the yin split away from its yang. Missing from its whole self, bringing the balance of the world into flames. The blue flames of the fire engulf you, and no matter what you do.
That last thing you see is blue. The blue eyes of that demon shall haunt, and it is tied to haunt you. For you are a sinner just as it has sinned. And now you are forced upon a furnace for your tongue and your limbs of curse.

He awoke from his dream. Michelangelo was being carried. He came to, his face feeling sticky with dried blood. His limbs felt achy, muscles feeling insulated with fire and broken glass. So long story short, Mikey was in agony.

"Ow..."
As Michelangelo groaned in agony, he noticed that he was being carried by Leatherhead.
"My friend! You were terribly hurt... I did not know if you would wake, nor when.."
Michelangelo's frown deepened, apparently he had seemed dead. He did not mean to scare his friend.

"Yeah- i was pretty invested up in dream land."
"Not too invested to stay forever, I would hope."
Michelangelo felt alot more hurt- but other than a few extra scars and bloody snout, he truly didn't look that injured. Wipe him with a rag and he's healed. Sure.

Michelangelo stayed snuggled up with Leatherhead for hours into the night. Yet his brothers ceaselessly began calling him once the light of day hit. With the questions and standards he expected- where is he? He better be somewhere permitted. Stupid.

He had to head back to the lair, waving goodbye to his precious gem of a friend, Leatherhead. I mean- not everyday your most radtastical friend agrees to help you murder your sadistic uncle. It was a gift Mikey was more than happy to have. He wondered when his brothers would find out about Shredder's death...

What would they say? Would they find out who did it? What would happen if they did? A giggle left him as he thought of it. He can't believe he had shredded Shredder!

Well- maybe not pushed him through a wood chipper type of shredding, but you get the gist. He had a few new bruises, but when didn't he? He was able to sit down with little suspicion drawn upon him.
Perfect.

•••••we gonna flash forward a few days•••••

Mikey was sitting on the couch, He had his arms wrapped around a bowl of sentient icecream- Icecreamkitty delivering delicious and chilly licks to his face. Mikey's head was in Leonardo's lap, as his eldest brother pet him like a cat and did some major channel surfing for anything good. His feet were in resting on Raphael's thighs, And Donnie was sitting on the very edge of the couch- Away from Mikey's sprawled out body. He suddenly felt his a buzz radiating through his side, it felt like it was wiggling his bones as he felt it against his plastron. It was his phone.
'💚Medusis🐍' is calling you.
✅?❎?