Mystic Resonance

Merrill Vs. Raphael! Dance Battle!

Over the past twelve hours, I reflected and trained intensely. My anger towards the Flameheads for stealing the artifact, Raph's pointless team-building exercise, and my own weakness was overwhelming. I took it out on my punching bag—destroying it—but realized that venting my frustration this way solved nothing.

I want to clear my thoughts and seek a place that offers a calming atmosphere. Since it is Sunday, I am considering possible destinations. The library is one option where I could spend time with Diana. Alternatively, I might consult André for advice on a situation from yesterday, as he may be able to provide helpful guidance, and I haven't spoken with him in some time.

Maybe I should see Leo—I left abruptly and owe him an apology. I'll talk to André later.

On my way to the sewers, I go.

I thought about bringing Alex and the two sluts, but after last night, I decided to go to the lair without any escort. I mean, it's not hard to remember. Getting there wouldn't be a problem. Staying there is another story; that certain problem is in the form of a lazy couch potato. We both had the displeasure of seeing each other, and that lasted for two minutes. I mean, excuse me if you met a Lou Jitsu anti-fan. He needs to get over himself and fucking accept it!

I took a deep breath. I'm not here to see Splinter – even though he pissed me off more times than any archnemesis I encountered. I'm here to see my boyfriend, and if Splinter decides to cut me off, I'll slink in the shadows and sneak into his room. Besides, I might as well check Donatello to see his progress on my prosthetics. I know it was a few hours, but I'm eager to know how he's doing with them; hopefully, he didn't add anything to them or melt them for his own devices.

As soon as I entered the turtles' home, I felt a heavy tension in the atmosphere. It was so thick that a katana couldn't slice through it. What the fuck did I walk into?

My sensors went off. A large warning sign went off in my vision. I flipped backwards before something huge smashed onto the skating platform. I went into a fighting stance, yet I lowered my fists to see Raphael standing at the center while holding Leo underneath his arm. Leo, when he saw me, covered his face in his hands. I saw hints of red out of the corners. What did I walk into?

"YOU!" Raph yelled, pointing in my direction.

"Me?" I asked with a raised visible eyebrow.

"You have a lot of nerve showing your face here!"

"¿Qué?" I asked, but my eyes wandered over to the turtle in his brother's arm.

Lee groaned. "Please stop making this weird, Raph."

I dropped my stance and straightened myself. "Seriously. What's going on?"

The alligator snapping turtle jumped off the platform and stomped over to me. His finger was coming closer to my face. "Donnie!" The purple-bandana-wearing turtle came out of nowhere and walked up to me.

Donatello cleared his throat. Then, he dusted himself off. Next, he cleared his throat again. After, he pulled out a white glove and put it on. Suddenly, a robotic arm came out of his arm, took off the glove, and USED IT TO SLAP MY FACE!

I was... shocked! A robotic appendage slapped me. Why did I feel offended? "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!?"

Donnie did not respond but moved aside so Michaelangelo could step forward, carrying a scroll. Michelangelo then announced, "Hear ye, hear ye! In accordance with the rules of courting Leonardo Hamato, Rahael Hamato, eldest brother and first son of Splinter, has challenged Merrill Damian Ramirez, a human from the surface world, to a duel for the opportunity to court Leonardo Hamato, second youngest brother and third son of Splinter. How do you respond, Merrill the human?"