Scattering sparks (tmnt 2012)

What a waste.

Hours, Weeks, months, years! Or maybe it had been a few minutes... Mikey wasn't great with time, but it felt like a shell of a long time!

Michelangelo had roamed the depriving void beyond space and time for what felt like a millennia of miles. Every sound was overwhelming to his eardrums but eventually blended into a mush of background noise he didn't notice- except for that damn phone call. Who even left that message? A deity?

Was some god looking down upon him in suffering right now? This had to be death. Or some tormenter's game. But nothing Michelangelo wouldn't be able to find his way out of...

It was excruciatingly numb. He was hungry yet there was no food. He did not die from starvation or thirst though. He didn't die from exhaustion despite not resting on his constant journey. His body was running off of nothing, yet it kept going.

He never changed at all.

This was impossible, even Mikey knew that.

Time goes by so slowly- or maybe it doesn't go by again all! Mikey would feel a bit less wound up if he had a watch, maybe.. but Mikey barely had anything!

Not his holophone, not his weapons, nothing...

Atleast he still had his mask! He wouldn't ask questions about that though.

How long would it take to reach anywhere..?

It was exhaustingly numb.

Mikey felt like he was going crazy!

Absolutely insane in the membrane!

Yet finally, after so long of what felt like aimless wandering, he saw something else. He couldn't quite make it out from the distance... something shiny covered up by the swirling spots in his shattered vision.

Yet when be knew what it was- he felt a sudden surge of hope! And ran as fast as he had in what felt like a very long time!

His holo-phone! Yippe!

He cautiously picked it up, not wanting to end up in a place somehow worse than this.. he pressed some buttons and wasn't sent anywhere! But a familiar face popped up!
"Renet! You dunno know how happy I am to see you!"
The timestress smiled and did an all finger wave as a hologram of her popped up out the screen, she was dressed a lot more casually at the moment- so she probably wasn't in the middle of an adventure or a lesson by
Lord Simultaneous.

"Mikey! What is up, besides the beautiful blue sky? My dearest turtle friend!"
Mikey cackled a bit, and Renet's smile dissipated like ice in boiling water. The turtle did manage to look a bit disheveled...
"Oh dude you're not gonna believe this- but there is no sky! I fell out of it a while ago,
Chicken little musta been way off! I don't even know where I am.."
Michelangelo shrugged a bit, his grin widening with a squeak before he swayed his head and continued on.
"It's just some void- I feel like I was totally drawn on a piece of paper and somebody forgot to add the background! It's all- empty.."

Renet seemed extremely concerned the more and more the Turtle went on.
"You- You fell out of the sky into some blank void? How did that happen..?"
Her voice was drenched in worry, yet her eyes held a fragment of knowledge- hinting that Renet may not be completely clueless about the predicament Michelangelo was in.
"Oh, ynow! I was tryna call you and- buzzt! I accidentally zapped myself here!"
Mikey let go of the holo-phone and it floated on its own for a moment before he had to catch it, how odd.

"I think I might know where you are.."
Renet gave a small nod, and placed a finger to her cheek as he began to speak.
"Lord Simultaneous told me about how he used to have this one student before me! Apparently they got themselves in a very similar predicament that you're in now. what you're stuck in, is what we Time Lords call The
Chronos-Crunch! But I can get you out in a tweak!"

Michelangelo enthusiastically nodded at that answer, ready to get out of here. Renet gave a wink and hung up the holo-phone, and Mikey waited a few long moments that seemed like forever. Not only was Renet really bad at
time-travel in general- but it was also really hard to travel to a place like this, most likely. so he would be waiting awhile.

Mikey sat on the floor, he felt exhausted but it was like trying to sleep in a psych ward with no medication, impossible. He didn't change at all here- he didn't even bleed from getting injured... the blood would just bubble up as a solid mass of suds until the skin swiftly sealed around it, leaving not a new scar in sight.

It made him feel like a lamb in a padded cell.

Utterly soft and hopeless.

Helpless.

Eventually- but it was hard to notice due to the distinct lack of color and enervating sound of the void, Renet had ripped through the fabric of this place and come to get Michelangelo out.

The turtle practically threw himself onto her in a hug as soon as she ripped through time and space to reach him, and the timestress almost collapsed in a screeching heap as his weight dropped onto her- he was heavy for his short size. Renet was warm as dandelions and smelled like sunshine, and Mikey wanted to tear out his organs every time he was anywhere near her. Dig his fingers and claws past his sturdy plastron and play with his own guts like an infant throwing around spaghetti. He really liked her, she was a good friend.

He almost broke down into tears- yet the ducts of emotion seemed oddly dry, when the faucets of his eyes were usually broken. Sobbing out whenever he got the chance, even if he would just stare ahead with a glob in his throat with no word or emotion on his face and hide the tears as a sense of emasculation and self pity fell upon himself. But his globby salty emotions were no linger freely dripping out of his eyeballs, he was in a drought.

Mikey felt like he was going to sink into Renet as she gently held him closer, but she suddenly pulled away, and Mikey wanted to pull his
non-existent hair out. Maybe eyelashes would have to work, since he had those... and those were hair!

"Michelangelo! What happened to.. uh, all of you?"
Renet gestured to his whole body and Michelangelo felt waves of confusion smack into him like he was surfing in a tsunami.
"Whatdya mean? Arnt me and my bro's heroes in your future..? I probably look like this in the history books!"

Renet clenched her teeth and shook her head, looking just as clueless.
"No- you definitely don't have any scars like that! And your eye doesn't look like a cracked lava lantern either!"
She gently cupped his face and ran her thumb over the pitted scars that ran all across Michelangelo's scales.

Mikey felt a void emptier than the one he was in form inside his gut, and his heart instantly plummeted into the empty space, splattering into a mass of squishy red organ that struggled to pulsate anything but unease.
Why was he suddenly so different than what the future had destined and described him to be? It made absolutely no sense.

Had he broken time itself?

Wasted away his destiny?

Destroyed fate itself?

What a waste.

What a waste.