Chains and Bones

Episode 1 pt 1- Mutation Day

Leonardo, the turtle with the blue mask, talked to his brother, Raphael. Raph tightened Leonardo's metal prosthesis that replaced his dear brother's right hand.

Donatello cringed as the metal prosthesis he made squeaked. "Raph, you sure I can't help? That prosthesis is very delicate and if you were to break it I would have to take the weeks to fix it!" He squeaked as his creation squeaked.

"It's my responsibility, Don." Raph said, finishing up.

"Aw, Raph. Just because you're older doesn't mean you have to take care of us." Leo smiled, placing his left hand on Raph's giant shoulder. He would've put his right hand on Raph's shoulder, but after tightening the hand he had to not use it for a while. It was just a feature of the prosthesis Donnie was trying to fix. "That's Dad's job."

"Where's Mikey?" Raph looked around suddenly.

"Probs trying to persuade Pops to let him cook the cake. Can't blame him, honestly." Leo stretched his right arm, wiggling the metal fingers.

Donnie yawned, adjusting his glasses. "I'm smart enough to know not to ask, but do you think Pops'll let us up to the surface this year? We can't wait until we're fifteen. I like you guys, but you cannot be the last thing I see before I die." He asked, looking at the smart watch he also made on his wrist. He typed a few things on it, possibly calculations for something he just thought of, and sighed.

"Ha. No," Leo said.

"Wow. Such optimism." Donnie shot a glare at Leo.

"Whaaat? I'm just stating the obvious! Besides, we maybe have a chance. Not a big chance, but a chance!" Leo raised his left hand, slipping his right arm in a weird carrier on his plastron that he sometimes put it in.

Pops called from the kitchen. "Hey, boys! Cake's ready!"

Leo crossed two of his three fingers on his left hand, hoping that Mikey made the cake this time. Mikey cooked well. Not Pops.

They all made their way to the kitchen, sitting down at the dining table.

Mikey made the disgusted face he always did. That was signal for "Nope, Dad made the cake. Abort!"

"Happy birthday, my sons." Pops was a tall rat man. Taller than anyone the brothers had met. Which wasn't saying a lot, since the brothers hadn't met anyone else.

The turtles tried to eat the cake as fast as they could. Mission successful. Donnie had only thrown up in his mouth once.

"So, uh. Pops, Father, Dad! Are we allowed to go up to the surface today?" Raph drummed his six fingers on the table, trying his best to ignore the disgusted rumbling in his stomach.

"Perhaps." Pops ate a bite of cake.

"I-is that a yes?" Mikey straightened his back a bit more. That still only made him shorter than all of his brothers minus Donnie.

"Yes. I believe it's time. But, you must always carry your weapons. Humans are vile creatures, emotionless and compassionless enough to harm what is not similar to them." Splinter said firmly.

Donnie smiled as his brothers cheered.

"But, if you are to get into any danger, you must return to the sewers immediately!" Splinter ordered.

"Yes, sir!" All of the turtles hopped off of the chairs and rushed to get their weapons.

And they were out in the open air for the first time in their lives.