The Mutagen (TMNT Mikey fan fiction)

What the shell?

A/n: Let's just take a moment to adore how lil Mikey looks so cute eating that pizza. Seriously, I am somewhat envious of my friend's brother, this skate board belongs to him. XD

Mikey's P.O.V.

The feeling of needles stabbing me moved from my fingers to my toes. Then the feeling of something inside me began to pull away from my front and back sides. That was the worse. Though, thankfully the pain dulls after what felt like forever. I don't know exactly how long it's been or if my family is near. But if I had to guess, I'd say I'm all alone in our home. I don't hear the clinking of Donnie putting something together either to help me or for my brothers. I don't hear the bickering between Raph and Leo about what to do on the situation. I don't feel Splinter's peaceful presence, not even the gentle hand of (y/n) when she placed the cool towel on my forehead. Where are they?  All I want is to see them again. Just for them to be here. I feel that I could cry right here, right now but I can't.

I wish my eyelids will listen to me and open already!!

As if on cue, familiar blurry red bricks come into view. The blurriness doesn't go away. I'm crying, I'm finally awake! After so much time I can see around me. Let me say, the room has seen better days. But overall I'm overjoyed I try to wipe my tears to remove the blurriness. Remember that joy I felt not even five seconds ago? Gone. My heart drops to my stomach when my hand doesn't reach my face. I still can't move my limbs!

OK, Mikey, believe in yourself. Focus on moving them, like you're reaching for a pizza! When I don't feel movement I look down at my body. My eyes scan over my plastron down to...to...WHAT THE SHELL HAPPENED TO ME!?

My heart beats a mile a minute.

My breathing stops.

My legs are....hairy and pale.

My feet are...they have five toes!

I look towards my arms. They're also a bit hairy and pale as well as having four fingers and a thumb.

The mutagen, it turned me...into a human.

I have to get up from this bed. Now.

Focusing on my new limbs I'm determine to move, I try to flex each muscle.

Remembering how (y/n) moved, how she grabbed onto the pizza box. How she rode a skate board.

"Come on!!"

Wait, that sounded like my voice.

"Hello?" I smile.

I can speak! Even though I was trying to move my body, I spoke!

"Dudes?" I ask loudly.

No response.

OK, I can see and speak, I'm doing well so far. Refocusing on getting up from the bed, I try once more on moving my arms and legs. Thinking on skate boarding my leg shoots straight up and comes back as if I'm pushing off the ground. I chuckle.

"Progress!" I fist pump.

Grinning I look at my fist in the air. Time to get moving once I gained control of my other leg and arm. Pulling my arms back to help me get into sitting position, I fall straight back into bed.

"What the-?" I try sitting up again only to quickly fall back.

Hmm... I turn over and roll off the bed instead. My shell made contact with the floor causing me to grunt and bounce a little inside. I look back at my shell, noticing a lot of empty space is between my back and carapace.

"My..my beautiful shell!" I cry.

I pull my arms and legs in. My whole body is hidden in my shell now. My shell. It's no longer a part of me. I touch my chest, feeling soft, squishy and most of all, vulnerable. Anything can hurt me easily now. Is this what it's like to be human? Always having the feeling that  anything and anyone can hurt you, and you have no sort of protection? How do they live like this? I feel naked.

I am naked.

I look towards the part of the shell where my neck used to be, it seems like I can slip through. Just as I thought, I slip out easily and stand on my feet. Looking back at my shell, it's twice my size now. I take a step forward to bend down and leave it a kiss. I quickly move back and something jumps in turn. I look down and my eyes widen.

"WHAT IS THAT!?" I yelled as I stare at it.

After a minute or two, I clear my head. Pretend it's not there, I think to myself. I need to find clothes. I need to find my family. I look at my old, worn out bed sheets. An idea comes to mind and I'm off to work.

I need to find (y/n).