The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles had taken (y/n) in during their daring escape out of New York City as the Kraang invaded the only home (y/n) ever knew. After getting past the fact she was with seven feet tall, talking mutant ninja turtles, (y/n) gr...
"So let me get this straight; you all are mutant turtles..." Donnie, Raph, Leo, and Mikey nod their heads slowly. (Y/n) sat at the feet of the four brothers, who squished themselves onto the old, leather couch in the living room. It was only eight o'clock but to this group it felt as if time was moving slower than usual due to the fact they had yet to eat dinner.
"...and you were transformed by some mutagen to make you..... what you are now..." the brothers nod again, Casey and April watching curiously from the kitchen.
"...and for the past three years you have silently been saving New York and the world countless times from the shadows?" (Y/n) trailed off, staring at the floor to keep her mind steady and focused as to not forget a single detail.
"Well, when you put it that way... go us!" Mickey jumps to his feet and does his 'victory dance', making the others groan.
"Yep, that about sums it up," Donnie claps his hands together and rubs them together furiously. "Now that we have that out of the way, can we please go eat? I'm starving." The turtles murmur in agreement and all rise and head to the table. Raph and Leo being the slowest due to Leo's bad limp. And then of coarse (y/n), who stayed motionless on the dirty living room floor, processing the information she had just received.
"I know, it's a lot to take in..." April approached the young girl and patted her on the shoulder. (Y/n) flinched at April's touch, the opposite effect she was looking for.
"Look, I understand you are overwhelmed, but they are my family. They have gone through too much, and I will not tolerate any 'screw ups' that could bring any more harm to them, do you understand?" April's shoulders rolled back and her eyes hardened, hoping to get her point across. The girl nodded, seemingly unfazed by the hidden threat she had just received.
Satisfied, Aril headed back into the kitchen and joined her friends at the table.
"What- is this?" Mickey grabbed a fork and poked the mysterious pasta shells, the other turtles leaning in in confusion as they study the new, most likely gross, food.
At this moment (y/n) decides to walk in, "They are pasta shells, stuffed with spinach, turkey beef, and a couple other things. Topped with pizza sauce and mozzarella cheese." She grabs a plate and helps herself to two shells and happily tears them apart, placing bite after bite inter her mouth.
The brothers still seemed uneasy, until April reminded them about Mr. Marakami's food and trying new things. With a groan they reluctantly each tried a bite, then a couple more, then before anyone knew it, all the plates had been licked clean and tossed in the sink.
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(Sorry real quick story, this is actually a real meal I made last night. It is really good but time consuming so we don't make it often. Anyways, my parents used to make this all the time before I was born, and they had a buddy who would pronounce it's name wrong due to his accent. Instead of calling them ton shells, like, a TON of bricks... he would call them ton shells. Like how you would say tom, but with an 'n'. Anyways, just thought y'all should know so you can get that visual. Thanks!)
"Woah!" Mickey rolled back onto the hind legs of his chair and placed his feet on the table, rubbing his plastron. The others, including April and Casey, murmured in agreement as Donnie let out a loud yawn.
"Thanks for dinner." Leo whispered, wincing as he sat himself up straighter.
"Easy, you have been in bed for a while, your body can only handle so much..." Donnie rubbed Leo's shoulder. The table went quiet for a few seconds before Casey announced he was going to bed, then everyone started to head in the same direction.
"Here, I'll help Leo to his room tonight, you get some rest." (Y/n) gently grabbed Leo's arm and rapped it over her shoulder, helping him to his room and dismissing Raph to his.
"Thanks," Raphael smiled and walked ahead of the two up the stairs and into his room.
"You don't have to do this." Leo grumbled, angry at the fact he needed help with the simplest of tasks when he should be the one helping. (Y/n) smiled,
"I know." She said simply, and started the journey up the stairs and towards the room the turtles had prepared for Leo for when he would wake up. After placing the wounded turtle on his bed, (y/n) whispered a quick 'goodnight' and rushed out of his room to avoid any weird conversations that she hated so much.
With everyone asleep, (y/n) decided to head outside for patrol. No one told her to go on patrol, but she did anyways. She wasn't very fond of sleeping. Not because of the fear of being attacked, but the fear of her nightmares. Nightmares that grew more vivid and brutal with every passing night.
But it wasn't just the nightmares that kept her up at night, it was the soft, worry-relieving breeze that flies through her hair and brushes softly against her skin that makes her feel as if she was flying. Free from anything, and everything. Free. What a confusing word, freedom. A lie. Made up by our brains to make us feel better about ourselves. A lie.
(Y/n) paced the roof she was sitting on earlier in attempt to clear her head of this nonsense. How on earth did she get herself in this mess? How did everything go from perfect to madness in only a few hours?
(Y/n) was shaken from her thoughts when she heard a rustle come from a nearby bush sitting at the edge of the wood.
"Who's there?" She whisper/yelled, not expecting an answer, but satisfied she asked. She studied the bush, and found a strange light blueish-green goo seep into its roots and out of her sight.
'Weird' she thought and jumped down from the roof in one quick, swift motion. As she steadily snuck up to the already glowing bush, (y/n) slowly grabbed her knives from her boots and held them up in a protective stance.
"Last chance! Come out!" She yelled, louder this time, more threatening like. She squinted her eyes at the 'dangerous' bush, realized how stupid this situation was, took a deep breath and lowered her weapons.
"So stupid," she whispers, grabbing one of her throwing knives and throwing it at the bush just for good measures. Turning her back to the woods, (y/n) started walking back to the house when a low growl erupts from behind her.
The hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up as she slowly turns back around, finding herself face-to-face with a ten foot tall... monster, was the only word that came to (y/n)'s mind when she saw the beast. It was covered in grass and dirt and smelled of manure. What frightened her most was the cold, unforgiving look the beast gave her before dragging her into the pitch black woods.
And no one would even realize this until morning....
