Hagridden ninja

Ghost-trackers

•.•///A 2003 tmnt fanfic i made based off a 2012 comic!! Takes place in season 4.///•.•

"And while Leo is off twiddling his thumbs in Japan, we're expected to do all the real work 'round here!"

I hear Raph and Donnie chatting in the kitchen while I work on making myself look sick as a dog- or a turtle? Doesn't really matter! I guess a dog, i'd be pretty worried if one was green!
I wrapped a blanket around myself, and took a sip of hot water- so the thermometer in my mouth would show a fever.

"Hmm- what's missing?"
I turn to Klunk, and he stares at me with a cute and cluelessly empty expression.
"You're exactly right little bud, I almost forgot to powder my face! This old pallet ought to do the trick, it's only.."
I look to the date on the eyeshadow pallet and it's out of date by around 3 years, quite the bargain since I got it for free out the dumpster.

"Awesome.."
My finger dips into a well of colors, and suddenly i look like I crawled out of the grave, and could barely crawl out of my bed.
"Dang- too bad going sick totally messes with my cuteness..."
I looked all pale and like i hadn't slept in forever. This paired with my absolutely pitiful facade will be sure to trick my brothers!

"I Still look pretty enough!"
I gave my mirror a smooch, and the reflection against the shivering cool glass mimicked my every move, not that it felt like a kiss. It just felt like drinking something filled to the brim with ice-cubes. Cold and unmoving. Ew, makes it sound like I kissed a corpse! Yuck.

I wrap my blanket tighter around myself and moved out of my room, as Klunk followed suit like a duckling.

"Guysss-"
Slurring my words, Raph and Don look at me funny- but not because im a haha funny guy, they look at me in the
'what the shell are you pulling this time?' Type of Funny...
My two brothers just stare. Feels empty with only them and dad around.

I wish Leo were here- how long has he been on his soul searching trip again? Eh, doesn't matter. I miss him though. I kinda grieved over him, even though he wasn't dead and isn't dead... it feels like an old part of him that I'll always miss has died. And it'll never live again in the same way ever again.

But tangent aside!

"Ohh im in so much pain! Dudes- I think I see the light.. no! Its flames! Hot! Hot! Hot! Youch!"
I jump right into Donnie's arms, and he almost stumbles over as I land safely in his arms.
"Uhh.. you wouldn't happen to be sick, would you?"
Donnie puts a hand to my forehead and it's hot, i made sure it would be! April was confused on why I needed her hair-dryer but ynow... I said it was for Klunk's bath. Psst- it wasnt!

"Sick in the head bro!"
Raph scoffs.
"Yeah, you can say that again.. listen Mikey! No one's buying your little-"
Achoo! A cannon of snot flies out of my nostrils and splats right onto Raphael's face! Bull's-eye!

"Uh- ewughh! It got in my mouth!"
Raph growled as he wiped the goo off of himself and shook in anger as he succeeded in not strangling me, score!
"Right.. so Mikey's sick."
Donnie said softly with a smile that barely held his laughter at bay. I got set down on the couch and Klunk curled up on my chest.

"Get some rest while we go out and see what all those reports about the Foot popping back up are about.."
Donnie pet my head and as soon as he and Raph stepped foot outside the lair I cheered!

"Yess! They totes bought it, now it's time for Ghost-Trackers!"
I picked up Klunk and grinned, and he just meowed a bit before i sat him back down on the cushy couch. I raided the kitchen for the tastiest and unhealthiest snacks I could find, so I could watch the season finale of my favorite show!

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As Raph and Donatello prepared to leave the lair, they heard their apparently sick sibling whoop for joy. That was suspicious. So- they sneakily peered back into their home.

And yep.

Mikey was slacking and definitely not sick.

He was in a beanbag with his pet cat watching bad paranormal television.

"What the shell!? He thinks he can duck his head outta patrol just like that? Ill knock his head back into place-"

Raph was held back by his brother, Donatello.

"Hold on Raph, I've got a better idea! If Mikey wants a paranormal patrol so much.."
A playfully wicked grin pulled at Donatello's face as the two turtles both had the same idea.

"Let's give him one..."