Groaning, you peel open your eyes, the light blinding you momentarily. Once you're adjusted to the lighting of your surroundings, you take them in. The first thing you notice is the bed you're lying on, then the empty pizza box at the table a few meters away, and finally the open doorway, where you can see a figure stands with their back facing you.
"What the hell where you thinking?!"
The yelling of the figure continues, until a voice speaks up.
A voice you recognise.
"Master splinter, we just wanted to see what it was like up-"
"Leo," the figure demands loudly, "I will not take your excuses!"
A different voice butts in and this one you recognise as 'Mikey's; another one of the guys from earlier, "Dad, we need some freedom..."
"You know why you can't have freedom, Michelangelo."
And then everything is silent. Thirty seconds stretch into eight minutes, which then turns to twenty, and you're still lying there.
Footsteps approach the room, your eyes closing by instinct.
Maybe you can trick them into thinking you're still asleep.
"I know you're awake, Y/N."
What?
Before you can even speculate as to how he'd know your name, your eyes are open, and you're on your feet.
Eyes grow wide with fear and the corners of your lips curve downwards. He's not even human...
He's... He's a rat!
"Who the hell are you?! What the hell are you?!" Speaking is anchient to you, so hearing your own voice puts you even more on edge. It sounds so foreign.
The creature, whatever it is, just sighs deeply.
He doesn't move any closer to you, but instead takes one step back, probably to make you feel more at ease. And it works slightly.
"I'm master Splinter."
You remain speechless for a while, confused and terrified.
"A-Are you the one that... That knocked me out?"
Your words roll off of your tongue before you can debate the affect they might have, but unlike your predictions, he just chuckles slightly.
"No, no, no," he holds his hands together, "My boys saved you. They're resting now."
You raise your eyebrows at him, taking a step backwards, "Are they like you?"
"No," he smiles, "I'm like a rat. They're more like... Turtles." (If we're basing this off of Nickelodeon, then Splinter was originally a human. If we're basing this off of the 2014 movie, he was originally a rat. So I don't know which one to put. Bare with me on this.)
"Turtle-" You're cut off by a giant turtle-like, yet vaguely human-like... Creature, entering the room.
He grins broadly, the orange bandana he wears shifting slightly as he adjusts it, "You're awake, Y/N!"
This reminds you of what Splinter said earlier, how he also adressed you by your name.
"How do you know who I am?"
The two of them exchange knowing glances, and the orange guy who you think is Michelangelo (you recognise his voice) crosses his arms over his shell/chest.
"Donatello pretty much hacked you," he informs you, and your eyes grow even wider.
Hacked you?! How did he even...
"Here's your phone back, by the way," he hands you your phone, your wallpaper now an image of three turtle mutants, and a hint of a fourth in the top left corner. Michelangelo is at the front, holding the phone, and the other two pose weirdly at either side of him.
What the hell is going on?
This has to be a dream.
Just some weird, messed up dream.
