Chained to memories

No one

A.N-
Hey guys! Sorry for the late update and everything! I had midterms and studying to do. Luckily I've managed to squeeze down writing time into my schedule for you. :)
Im also out of town right now and not that good of wifi connection. Im sorta at a poor place, yet they're not that poor- not saying or offending anyone or anything- but yeah... Here you go!

----- Chained to memories-----

"Donnie, where did we come from?" A little voice asked from the corner of a room. Donatello looked shocked and speechless, his mouth seemed to dry in three seconds. He turned around to come across his baby brother holding his light orange blanket and his stuffed teddy bear in the other hand. By the way the blanket was, Donatello could only guess it had been dragged. Well, poor blanket.
Donatello sighed and smiled, making his way towards his brother he thought of what to say. It depended on exactly what he was saying. As to where they had moved from or where they came from, as to how... They were.... Born....
Once Donatello was at his brothers side he looked into his sky blue orbs and gently patted his round plump head.
"Depends. We came from a very far away place where dreams come true!" Donatello exclaimed and tickled Michelangelo, making him squeal and squirm.
"No Donnie! Where did we come from!? Like, where and how did we come to be born?" Michelangelo smiled and looked so desperate for an answer. He watched as Donatello stood speechless as emotions and facial expressions slapped him on his face. He akwardly smiled at his younger brother and forced a laugh.
"I told you already. We come from a..." He began to twitch as Michelangelo inched his way to Donatello. "A... A very special jar!" He made up and smiled as Michelangelo cocked his eyebrow.
"What?"
"A very special jar!" He repeated.
Michelangelo raised his chin as his mouth formed an 'o'. He then jerked his head back down and smiled. Mischief colored in his eyes.
"I'm gonna go ask Raph now. See if he knows." He sprinted off from Donatello's lab and all he could do was reach out for him and scream his name. Helplessly, he pulled his mind back together and ran after the bundle of joy. Giggles echoing through the lair as the owner of them squealed in delight.
Raphael looked up from his racing red motorcycle toy to find a turtle screaming with a smile so wide he could see his teeth, coming at him full speed like a chicken without his head.
Raphael widened his eyes, gathered his toy motorcycle, and screamed as he ran off too. Michelangelo only squealed in delight again and seemed to change gears, making his feet just blurs with Donatellos cries and pleads in the background.
Leonardo was peacefully perched under the tree in the dojo before being tackled and forced to his feet and a figure stood behind his using him as a shield. He turned his head to his right to peek behind him and saw Raphael wide eye, shaking and looking dazed. He shakily locked eyes with Leonardo before pointing to the entrance of the dojo.
It was quiet and Leonardo turned his head back around to look at the entrance. A noise arose and became louder as it went. Without warning Michelangelo, the turtle who cried chicken came flailing through the entrance and Donatello following him. Raphael and Leonardo screamed and hugged each other tightly before taking off towards the common room.
Raphael jerked Leonardo and him in front of the couch, that faced the t.v and away from the dojo entrance. Leonardo, dazed, looked over to Raphael with an eye twitching and a shaking and crooked smile that said 'I'm mentally scarred'. Raphael gulped and looked back at the entrance.
Again, they came running back and Michelangelo was probably by now foaming at the mouth, but he still pursued after his two eldest brothers.
The two older ones screamed and ran off into the common room again with Michelangelo on their tails, and Donatello on his tail. The four went on like this, screaming, yelling, and laughing as their father watched it all happen with a satisfied smile, accounted by a shake of the head.
Michelangelo- "RAPH!"
Raphael- "LEO!"
Leonardo -"DONNIE!"
Donatello- "MIKEY!"
Raphael was started to groan as he ran, holding Leonardos' hand and jerking him everywhere he went. Donatello wasn't doing any better, though they might be older than Michelangelo, they're deffinantly not faster than him. He was everywhere and they had to hold his hand to make sure he didn't go anwhere hes wasn't suppost to.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIE!" Raphael moaned and screamed as they went through the the dojo for what felt like the millionth time in an hour. Leonardo was sweating and huffing as he was dragged alongside Raphael and Michelangelo somehow managed to keep running and Donatello had kept up with his younger brother.
The four had ran in circles in the dojo before Raphael ran behind his father that was standing and watching the scene unfold in front of him.
Raphael and Leonardo had slumped into their knees and huffed and Michelangelo was hugged from behind by Donatello as the orange clad turtle had stopped running.
Michelangelo slightly smiled and looked up at his father, who looked over him.  His eyes widened and his breathing gotten even faster.

It stared down at him, smirking. Getting up, he looked up at the figure with horror filled eyes, his mouth partly open.
"Get up." It commanded, it's words echoing throughout his head. He gasped as the figure grabbed him by his hair and jerked him back up to his feet.
"Pathetic!"

"MIKEY!"
He jerked his head up to Leonardo and his worried features, alongside his other brothers and fathers. He looked between the four people I front of him and slightly smiled.
"I'm okay, really." He reassured, his smile slowly fading when Leonardo looked unimpressed.
"Look, I am. Okay?" He asked and walked out of the dojo, his brothers glances giving him shivers.
He went to his room and sat down at the head of his bed, hugging his knees close to his plastron.  He frowned as he stared at his feet, wondering about those images and figure he kept seeing.
He sighed. Why did he keep seeing these? Who was the figure and what does it want with him?
'Maybe I'll never know.'
He looked at the family photo on his dresser beside he bed on the right side.
'Or remember'