Day in the life of Sewers

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All night your brain was in overdrive thinking about all the crazy events that has just conspired a few hours ago.

You escaped your father, he got what he wanted out of he but couldn't contain it, his key was forged but right as he was about to put it in the lock for the prefect mutagen, it got snatched away.

Your new form was holding your soul, your DNA, the perfect DNA that they've waited so long to get and you escaped with other turtle mutants.

You came back to reality.

You were on the couch in the turtles lair, is was very comfy for your standards since you've been locked in a cell all your life.

You looked around the sewers with the headache rolling around in your brain.

It was dark but that only because it's very early in the morning.

They had a TV and a bunch of old tapes, you can't read the labels, but you were interested in this stuff since you've only learned about it and never seen it.

The black blanket cover all of you pretty well so when you stood up it covered all of you and a little puddle around your feet.

You got down to the floor and picked up one of the old tapes, you looked at every corner of the object.

'Space Hero's!'

You had no clue what a 'Space hero's' was but the pint on the tape looked very worn out.

There was a lot of these same tapes of the same show but different episode numbers marked on them with pen.

Other tapes were all one shots of different shows, you put them back and just started at the TV.

They had no clock in the lair, otherwise you just haven't seen one, you stood up and went back the couch.

You still had year tracks down your face, your eyes were puffed up but it wasn't that bad, you got what you deserved.

Looking around the rest of the lair from the couch you could see the dojo doors were Splinter left to.

A wooden platform spire was in the center of the lair, you would look but you did not want to climb up there.

The headache came to you like you had been shot in the head, you fell onto the floor with your hands over your head.

You wanted to scream but you didn't want to wake the brothers up more, silent screams filled the lair has your head pounded.

The pain went to your eyes, they started to glow the hued colour of your eyes, they were wide open has the pain increased.

More, fresh tear ran down your face from your open eyes.

Then the pain just went away, just like that, it just stopped, your eyes dimmed again but your headache went away.

You sat up, the blanket forgotten on the couch, your hands were shaking as they wiped your eyes.

You were just sat there when Mikey walked in from his room, he had to start making breakfast before his brothers and father were up.

Mikey got less sleep than he would of like, he missed a few hour since he needed to calm down.

When seeing you on the floor he was confused, you had your hands to your face.

You heard steps behind you and quickly wiped your face with one hand, you turned your head to see the orange turtle stood there.

You held eye contact for a few seconds before you sent a smile his way, he smiled back and give you a wave before walking away to the kitchen.

You just sat there until the rest of the brothers walked in to you inspecting the tapes again.

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