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~~~~~~~Chapter 5- Moving Forward~~~~~~~~
POV Shift- Rise Mikey
Consciousness came slowly to Mikey. Although maybe that wasn’t the right term to use, because when Mikey opened his eyes he was surrounded in a thick black smog. There were streams of light dancing through the space that reflected rainbow-colored light around him. This space was familiar. He had been here before when meditating and practicing his mystic abilities with Draxum. It looks like when Mikey passed out during his fight with the gator, he had subconsciously activated his mystic arts and entered his mind!
This was amazing! Whatever had caused his abilities to falter from the portal was finally wearing off. Mikey spun to sit in a cross-legged position with a bright smile on his face.
He let out breaths of air to slow his breathing and focused on reaching out to his abilities. Mikey could just barely feel a spark of energy running through his veins. His powers were weak and probably needed rest, but he was improving. Mikey slowly opened his eyes and smiled even brighter at this realization.
He was feeling more like himself what with being a turtle agian. The cloaking magic from the broach doesn’t work inside one’s mind, so Mikey felt more at peace. When he wakes up, he would have to take a break from wearing the thing. The magic that covers his body feels similar to waking up with makeup on after a while. It was starting to irritate him.
Mikey glanced around the space, eyes moving to the various colors that made up his mind. He needed to find a way to wake up. He left the waking world in a less-than-decent way and didn’t want to get squashed by a giant rampaging gator. Mikey needed to get back home to his brothers in a better condition than he found himself in if he didn’t want to get grounded for eternity by Raph. Leo and Donnie would even start watching his every move if he came back black and blue.
He didn’t want to deal with his brothers being overly productive so soon after finally getting some peace after the invasion, so he had to think. If he remembers correctly from his lessons with Draxum, the rainbow-colored lights were fragments of dreams and memories. Mikey recalls his dad telling him that each person’s subconscious were different and that Mikey had a deeper connection to light and emotions which reflected in his space. Thus, his subconscious was filled with glowing memories of his past and dreams for the future. Perhaps one of the light blobs could wake him up! Mikey just had to find one that would get the job done.
Mikey slowly pushed his way through the gleaming lights peering into any that caught his eye. He saw an assortment of scenes ranging from past childhood memories to nightmarish moments from his time facing the Kraang.
Mikey eventually found a pattern in how to tell the light streams apart. The scenes that fostered memories had more colors representing the emotions behind them while the dreams were less tangible and glowed a soft white. All of the more nightmarish scenes centered around darker hues and had a dimmer saturation, so Mikey stayed away from them. He didn’t want the reminder of the invasion even if those memories could potentially shook him awake…
He decided it would be in his best interest to shift through his memories rather than dreams. Mikey doubted he could wake himself up with his dreams since they were less tangible and hard to see into. He eventually came across a glowing stream of light blue and bright orange in color. It gave off a comforting feeling with a small spark of determination and braveness that felt so similar to Leo’s spirit that it had Mikey drawned to it.
Mikey looked into the memory, the light over taking his body, and was greeted with his old home in the sewers. Well, more like one of the tunnels a bit further down from his home, but it was close enough anyway. He could see that this scene was from before Donnie had made the sewers more livable and clean, so it was a fairly old memory. “It’s ok, Mikey! Your favorite big brother knows these sewers like the back of his hand! We’ll be home in no time at all!” Leo said confidently pulling a smaller vision of Mikey behind him. His big brother was so little and he was even smaller. If Mikey could guess, he would say that Leo looked to be about eight which made Mikey five since they had a three year age gap. Both the tots were dressed in their favorite clothes from back then with Leo in his bright blue apparel and Mikey wearing his beloved orange hoodie.
He doesn’t really remember this event all that well, so it just proves that he was young when it happened. “Bu’, Lee Lee. You said tha’ a while ago an’ we still are no’ home. I want’a go home. I’m super duper hungie!” Little Mikey whined with a slight lisp from his missing front teeth. The small guy looked like he was on the verge of tears and Leo quickly tried to calm him done. Leo turned around and grabbed Mikey by the shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Hey, have I ever let you down before? I’ll answer that for you. I have not, becasue I’m super cool and so are you! I got this little, bro, and with you here to help me, we’ll get home before Raphie even knows we were gone! Besides, I would never let one of my little brothers starve in the sewers and I really do know where we are, pinky promise! We’ll be home soon and get to eat some yummy dino nuggets, ok?” Little Leo said with a hug grin on his face, sticking out one of his fingers in a pinky promise gesture towards little Mikey.
Little Leo’s words seemed to catch little Mikey by surprise and he giggled in response, sticking his own finger out to complete the ritual. Little Mikey giggled even harder when he said, “But Lee Lee, I’m your only little brother!” Little Leo let out an offended gasp and dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “It doesn’t matter how many choco-bars Donnie has bribed you with! He is still two whole minutes younger than me which means I have two younger brothers, not just one.” Little Leo exclaimed with all the sass an eight-year-old could muster.
Suddenly, little Leo’s face turned serious as he glanced at little Mikey. He gently patted little Mikey’s head and took his hand back. “Now, come on Mikey. I need you to be super brave right now. Can you give me your brave face?” Little Mikey looked back at little Leo and gave him a big toothy smile. “Ya, Lee Lee. I’m gonna be super duper brave ju’ like you!” Little Leo looked pleased with Mikey’s statement and turned around to start moving forward. “Right, you are little brother. Let’s go! I’m sure we are-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when off from the distance a loud voice could be heard calling their names.
“LEO! MIKEY!” Raph’s voice could be heard with a worried tone. Both the boys glanced at each other with differing emotions. “WE OVER HE’ RAPHIE!” The younger of the two screamed, beaming at the realization that his brother was near, while the older looked nervous. Just as the memory was fading Mikey could hear a small mumble come from little Leo. “Oh, Shell.”
Back in the color-filled space, Mikey let out a laugh as the warmth from the memory overtook his senses. Hearing his brother’s voice again was just what Mikey needed to feel more at home. He let his worries subside for a bit as he thought back to his second-oldest brother. Leo never really changed from back then it seemed. He was always trying to lighten the more serious situations the boys got themselves into with jokes.
As they got older and got into more fights, Leo upped his act, proclaiming himself as the face man of the group. Mikey was worried that Leo took the role too seriously and masked his emotions behind his jokes. It became clear when Leo was given the title of leader by their father that he was dealing with a lot more than Mikey knew. Mikey doesn’t like to think about that time too much, however. Raph and Leo were always fighting and it put a damper on the team’s moral…
After the invasion, that aspect of their lives improved strangely enough. His two older brothers worked on communication more, with the help of many lectures with Dr. Feelings and Dr. Delicate Touch combined, and got along a lot better. He was proud of his brothers progress. Now, if only he could get Donnie to light up more as well… That was a problem for when he got home, however. Mikey needed to get back on track.
So that memory didn’t wake Mikey up, but he wouldn’t let one step back ruin his mood. He just had to keep going… Maybe he could find a memory with Donnie next. He missed his purple clad brother. Maybe it was ok if Mikey took a little break. He had been so focused on his mission that he was starting to fall into negative territory. He didn’t need that mindset right now and who knows when he will be able to come back here again. It was his mind after all. What could go wrong?
With that thought in mind, Mikey turned away from the the glowing ball of light blue and orange in search of another stream of light when he noticed something strange. Lifting his arms up, he glared down at his lighting bolt like scars. They were giving off a faint light with small tingles of pain. Not good. He instantly regretted jinxing himself. When was the last time he had a flare up again? He vaguely remembers before he went out on patrol he had a slight incident, but he had applied his medicine before it got to bad.
The medicine was supposed to keep his mystic powers at bay, sealing them back in, and allowing his arms to heal back up for a few days once applied. Donnie and Draxum had worked on the medicine together, creating a vail specific to Mikey’s needs. Draxum had explained that when Mikey opened the portal, his mystic arts had gone haywire and his body wasn’t able to get it under control. Thus, his mystic arts tried to fix the lack of fuel themselves taking the extra energy needed from Mikey’s physical body.
In simpler terms, Mikey’s body was like a jar full of water. The jar had outside presure applied to it which caused the jar to crack and the water to spill out. On top of this, Mikey also had serve nerve damage as a side effect from opening the portal which caused occasional tringles of pain to spread throughout his arms.
On Mikey’s worst days, his arms could stop working entainly and he would need to ask his brothers for help with the most simplest of tasks. It drove Mikey insane for he didn’t want to bother his brothers with his needs. They had their own tramas to deal with and Mikey was grown now. He didn’t need to be babied.
The light and pain only grew, causing Mikey to snap out of his thoughts. It’s ok, Mikey. Just breath. You’ll be ok. This was all that stupid portal’s fault anyway! It seemed to be the cause of all his issues right now! It just had to transport Mikey away from home and tamper with his meds! He didn’t even pack his medicine too, so it’s not like he could alleviate the pain! He would just have to sit through it… all on his own… without his siblings there to comfort him.
He was tearing up, now. The pain was just too much and he was alone and scared. The space around Mikey was brightening as the pain in Mikey’s arms grew. The swirls of light were combing into a messy array of colors and overwhelming Mikey’s senses.
It was all too much, so Mikey curled himself into a ball. The short-lived adrenaline he got from seeing his brother again was long gone as he closed his eyes in pain. A loud whooshing sound picked up as the swirls of light spun around Mikey. The sound only got louder and louder as Mikey was shocked awake, letting out the loundest scream he ever heard leave his lips.
Mikey was sure he had awaken from the sheer amount of pain he was in, but he could care less at the moment. He just wanted the pain to stop. Mikey slowly turned onto his right side feeling a sharp pain as he put pressure on his injured arm. He gently curled up, pulling his legs close, and vaguely sensed that his cloaking broach was not on.
In the back of his mind, a voice reminded him of the fact that he had passed out from fighting a giant mutant gator and should take note of his surroundings. Mikey ignored the voice, however, curling up tighter. Over the overwhelming pain, he mentally cheked on the rest of his body. His leg was feeling a lot better and gave off a slight tingle. His bruised body was also feeling better, so he didn’t get squashed by the gator. Maybe his earlier thought of the gator being similar to Raph was ture and he patched him up.
Mikey tried to open his eyes to get a better handle on the situation, but they wouldn’t budge. He was letting out quiet whimpers and whines now instead of all out screaming which was a plus in his book. Mikey could feel tears falling heavily from his eyes. He tried to stop them in order to not show weakness and tried to shift his body to hide further. He couldn’t move that much, however.
Suddenly, he felt a comforting hand land on his shoulder, gently rubbing it. He could just barely hear voices around him through the blood rushing to his ears. The voice closest to him was familir in a way Mikey couldn’t put his finger on, but still felt slightly off. Mikey couldn’t open his eyes, but he could use another ability he had to feel out the room. He had been holding off on using it in fear of what he might find, but felt like it was his only option now. He didn’t want to active this ability in fear of not sensing his brothers. He still wasn’t sure what all that portal did to him and his abilities and he didn’t want to risk it.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, however. Mikey concentrated on activating his ninpo, the magical connection he had to his family and the world around him. Since the invasion, Mikey had been honing all his magical abilites including his ninpo. He advanced his understanding of it to the point where he was able to sense things in the world around him without using his eyes including a person’s aura. It was kind of like echo-location, but with mystic senses instead of sounds.
Draxum was surprised by his increase in ability over just one year, but he wasn’t gonna be a super cool mystic warrior by twiddling his thumbs. Mikey just had a talent for all things mystic which he was gonna use to his advance.
Mikey gently let out a wave of orange energy, taking in the room around him. The first thing he realized was that he was not in the abandoned train station any longer rather in a poor excuse of a lab, similar to his older brother’s when they were kids. The bed he was laid on was clearly a hasty put together medical bed of some kind. It was just a metal table with a white sheet on it, but was a step up from the hard ground from before. His wound had left a blood stain in the white sheet.
The second thing he noticed was that he was bandaged up asides from his arm (in fact his wrappings were falling off, almost like someone had tried to remove them to see his mystic scars) and his ninja gear was laid close to him on a separate table. The table had some pain killers and materials needed to give stitches. That explains why his leg was giving off a stinging pain. Whoever had patched him up had gave him stitches which was not boding well for him. Hopefully, he would be able to hind the severity of his injury from his brothers when he got home. He didn’t think his injury was enough to need stitches. He had been through worse and his advanced healing would take care of it eventually, but clearly whoever patched him up didn’t know that.
The third thing he noticed was someone else’s spiritual energy, or rather a few someones, but that didn’t make any sense. The energys he was sensing were that of his brothers. For a split second, Mikey was overcome by joy but that feeling left as quickly as it came. His brothers’ energys were different from the ones he was picking up on.
The blue coming from the person closest to him was much darker than his Leo’s light blue. The red coming from across the room was more of a blazing red and not a comforting one. The deep purple that was his brother’s was much lighter on the figure hunched over a laptop. He could even sense an engry close to his own yellow-orange, but it was more of a… Cheeto color? (He could even sense an energy further down from this room similar to his father’s murky silver.) He wasn’t sure how to describe each of the occupants in the room for they felt so familiar and yet so foreign.
Mikey must have let out too much of his ninpo when he sent his arts throughout the room since he now noticed all the noise from earlier had died down. The hand rubbing his shoulder had slowed it’s movement as well. Oops. Hopefully, the mutants (they were definitely mutants from the way their energy was presented) weren’t too mad that Mikey had invaded their inner chi. Draxum informed him it’s considered rude to look into someone’s arts without their permission like Mikey just done. From the way the mutants were treating him, he didn’t think they would flip out on him. They probably just thought he was a lost and scared little kid…
Come to think of it, what were other mutants doing down in the sewers in the first place? Mikey knows there weren’t any other mutants near his home growing up. He and his brothers would go off on trips around the sewers to find others like them when they were old enough but had no such luck. Maybe he was further than his home than he had thought. Well, Mikey would just have to see for himself.
The pain from his flare-up had greatly subsided now, leaving small tremors in his hands. They still hurt, but not as much as before. Mikey could feel more of his body now that the pain was bearable and felt ready to open his eyes. He slowly did as such releasing the last of his tears as he peeked up at the figure rubbing his shoulder. It was another turtle mutant wearing a dark blue mask around his eyes. The turtle was more boxy than Mikey’s brother and didn’t have his signature red bananas and yellow crescents. He was taller than his brother and looked older, too. If Mikey stood next to him, the mutant would be a few heads taller than him. The blue-cladded turtle wasn’t looking at him but rather turned whispering to the other mutants in the room.
The other mutants were turtles too, it seemed. Each of them had on masks much like his brothers but in the color of their chi. The purple turtle was still hunched over his laptop with the red turtle next to him. The purple turtle was the tallest in the group, being smaller than Mikey’s eldest brother. The red turtle next to him was the second to smallest in the room and had many scars littering his body. In fact, all of the turtles had various scars on them, but the red mutant had the most. They seemed to be talking to each other in a frantic manner. The blue turtle was talking to them as well, although not contributing as much as his red counterpart.
The last turtle left Mikey baffled. The turtle was taller than him (rude) and was wearing an orange-colored mask much like his own, but off-colored. He had a light green skin color with freckles decorating his body. While the other turtles were distracted discussing and hadn’t noticed that Mikey was awake, this turtle had and was staring right at him. The same shade of baby blue eyes greeted his own as the mutant across from him gave him a lopsided smile.
Mikey’s breathing picked up as it had done serval times that day. He broke eye contact with the orange turtle mutant and quickly shifted his body away from the blue-cladded turtle, alerting the other occupants of the room in the process and hurting his arm further. Mikey pushed himself through the pain away from the turtle and jumped into a seating position against the wall near the medical bed. He brought his legs up close to his body and rocked himself side to side.
Mikey had to face the facts. He thought back to the off New York and his strange conversation at the 7-Eleven. He thought back to getting lost in the sewers and finding the huge gator mutant. He thought back to the strange energy he felt from the turtles in the room with him. He thought about how similar they were to his brothers.
It all made sense now. Mikey was wrong. He had not traveled to the past. He had traveled to another dimension.
Mikey had done this before what with opening a portal to the prison dimension to save Leo, but that was a one-time miracle! He wasn’t strong enough to open another portal since his powers were drained from the first time. Even after a year of recovery, his mystic arts were not at full capacity! He differently would have died if he even tried to open another portal! He was bedridden (and grounded for three months) after he tried to experiment with portal making and he wasn’t even able to create a spark! Whatever happened that night during patrol really messed everything up! Now, he was all alone with no way home! He couldn’t create a new portal, so he was stuck here! He would never see his family again! Mikey had tried really, really hard (and that’s two reallys) to be brave like Leo wanted, but he just couldn’t do this anymore.
All day Mikey had been trying to keep it in and not break down, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. Mikey let out all his frustrations and finally allowed himself to cry. He was full-on sobbing and shaking from the force of his tears. He didn’t care that the other mutants were in the room. He needed this. He just wanted to get home! Was that too much to ask?
POV Shift- 2012 Leo
The little turtle’s whipmers and cries filled the room causing the other mutants to give him their full attention once more. It seemed everyone was at a lost on what to do. Ever since the small child had let out that horrible scream, Leo had been in mother hen mood (as his brothers like to call it). Had he caused this? When Leo knocked that broach off the child, had he somehow mutated the kid? Is this how their father felt when he underwent his transformation? Leo wasn’t sure about the details, but he knew this was his fault.
When the turtle had first let out screams of pain, Leo had been the first one there to comfort him. The little guy sounded like he was in so much pain and it broke his heart. The leader ushered his brothers away from the boy to give him space. This was Leo’s fault, thus his responsibility. He didn’t want to hurt the kid further, but he had to do something. Leo gently rubbed his shoulder like he did when his brothers were younger. He had spoken words of encouragement that seemed to calm the small turtle down, although he wasn’t sure if the child could even hear him since his eyes were still closed.
He had asked Donnie a million questions as to what had happened, but his brother didn’t have any answers for him. Raph had added his own input, although that had only caused another argument between the three brothers. It was than that the child jumped away from Leo and gave each member of the room another heart attack as he started shaking and whining.
The kid had let out the most heart wrenching sobs Leo has ever heard. His big brother senses were screaming at him to get the kid to stop, so he crept slowly towards the kid. Leo crouched down to the kid’s eye level to make himself smaller. He had noticed that the kid was having a panic attack and he didn’t want to startle him. Donnie had panic attacks as well when he got overwhelmed, so Leo tried to use that knowledge to help him now.
Luckily, all his brothers had quieted down from shock, so he didn’t have to use his big brother voice to get them to be quiet. Leo stopped a few feet away from the boy. He remembered that Donnie didn’t like being crowed and would shy away from touch when panicking. He slowly brought his hands up in peace and sent a gentle smile to the panicking boy. “Hey, it’s ok. We are not going to hurt you. Everything is alright. You're safe. It must have been very scary waking up in an unfamiliar space especially after being attacked like you were. No one is going to hurt you here. My brothers and I just wanted to make sure you were banaged properly and got some rest. You looked pretty beaten up, so… um, ya.” Leo left off less than gracefully. Was he doing this right? The kid wasn’t screaming and his cries had died down a bit, so maybe he was.
The kid’s eyes where now fully on him taking in his stature. He was probalry curious, having never seen a mutant before. Well beside LeatherHead, but he doesn’t count. Leo inched forward a little bit when the kid didn’t react to him moving closer. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. Here, take some deep breaths like this. In and out. In and out.” Leo said as he showed the kid Donnie’s breathing exercise. He did the exercise with hand motions and exaggerated his breathing to help the kid through the movements. The kid didn’t let on that he was listening to Leo, however, just staring at him.
Something changed in the kid’s eyes and a look of resolve crossed his face. Suddenly, the kid closed in the remaining distance between the two and for a split second Leo thought he was going to attack. He was surprised, however, when instead the kid tightly hugged him sobbing once again.
The kid fit perfectly in Leo’s lap. Now that he was holding him, Leo could really see their height difference for all it was. “It’s ok. It’s ok.” Leo mumbled to the boy repeatedly as he rubbed his shell soothingly. The way the kid was sitting was most definitely irritating his injures, but Leo didn’t have the heart to move him. In fact, Leo pulled the boy closer. It seemed to be helping the boy calm down, although he was still sobbing.
Leo looked towards his brothers for some support, but they all just stared back at him. Raph shrugged his shoulders, Donnie turned back to his laptop avoiding his eyes, and Mikey looked back at him while swaying side to side. Leo rolled his eyes at his brothers unhelpfulness and was about to tell them off when their father rushed into the room.
“My sons, what is going on here? I heard yelling and there was an influx of energy spread throughout the lair-” The rat’s lecture was cut short as his eyes landed on the small turtle in Leo’s arms. His father’s eyes widened as he froze in the doorway. “Donatello, what have you done?” Splinter exclaimed, slowly approaching the two boys on the ground. Donnie let out a squeak of offense, “Sensei, I didn’t do anything! I am an innocent bystander here! I have never done any unethical experimentations in my lab and I can’t believe you would think otherwise!” All his family members turned to Donnie after that statement giving him a look, including their father. Donnie blushed as all attention was on him and turned back to his laptop, grumbling under his breath.
Leo shook his head at his brother, but was quickly distracted by the small turtle shifting in his arms. Now that his father was sitting close by, the kid had noticed his presence and turned to get a better view of him. The kid had a look of confusion on his face, but it changed once the boy looked at his father’s chest. It seemed like the child was seeing something Leo could not and realization dawned on his face.
Suddenly, the kid was crying again and leaped out of Leo’s arms. The kid smashed into his father’s arms and called out, “Papa!”
Ok, what? That was weird, but Splinter reacted quicker than Leo could question the statement. His father gently brought the boy into his arms and rocked him back and forth. He patted his shell and whispered into the turtle’s ear. The boy was mumbling incoherently, hugging his father tight, and was still crying, although his movements were dying down. Leo felt a bit sad that he was unable to provide the same amount of comfort his father was giving the boy, but was glad he wasn’t crying as much.
While his father was occupied he turned to his brothers, although they were all looking at the scene before them with various expressions on their faces. Mikey had barely left the small turtle’s line of sight since he woke up and was clearly very worried about him. The youngest was bouncing on his feet now, trying to sneak a peak at the boy over Leo’s shoulders. Raph hadn’t spoken throughout the whole ordeal which was starting to worry Leo. He didn’t want to bother him though, since he looked like he was in deep thought.
Instead, Leo stood up and went over to his second youngest brother, Donnie. He glanced at the laptop over his brother’s shoulders. It looked like Donnie had been trying to run some experiments on the broach they had found the child with. It was hooked up to some wires running through his laptop. Leo spook softely so as not to distrub his father’s actions to calm the child, “Found anything yet, Don?” Donnie glanced at Leo, still slaty from before, and sadly shook his head no. “I have run many tests, but have not found any trace of mutagen on the broach. I honestly have no idea what it’s chemical makeup even is! The outside is coated in a thin metal, most likely a mixture of silver, but the gem is nothing I have ever seen. In fact, the material from the weapon we found eariler is giving off a similar energy signature, but I am positive the makeup is different. It’s exciting, but at the same time, I am getting frustrated because I have no idea what they-”
Mikey interrupted Donnie’s speech at the mention of the fiery weapon. He turned his attention from the boy for the first time that day and exclaimed, “Oh, ya! The weapon toatlly glowed a bit when we brought the boy in earlier. Maybe they are connected somehow!” Donnie snapped his head so quickly that Leo went to hold his own in sympathy. The purple brother was glaring at Mikey with a fiery gaze. “My beloved brother, WHY DID YOU NOT MENTION THIS SOONER? WHAT IF THE WEAPON REACTED IN A BAD WAY-” Raph slamed a hand over Donnie’s mouth and shushed him harshly. He held a hand up to his mouth and pointed over at their father.
All the boys turned their heads as they followed Raph’s movement and noticed that the child had fallen asleep in his arms. They also noticed that their father was glaring at them which was scary in its own way. Leo had an inkling that training tomorrow was going to be tougher than usual.
Their father stood with the boy in his arms and turned to address the boys, “Well, I think this has been enough excitement for the night. I will be expecting an explanation over what happened in the morning, although for now, we should all get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” With that said their father turned from the room taking the child with him.
The room fell silent once more before Leo spoke up, “Alright, you heard what he said. Let’s get some shut eye, you too Donnie. I don’t want you staying up all night trying to decipher all this stuff. I know there is a lot going on, but we need everyone at their best if we want to get any answers. I advise everyone to turn in early for the night as well.” Donnie huffed in annoyance, but didn’t talk back. Mikey gave a small pout and Raph walked out of the room. He muttered a quiet “goodnight” before he left. Leo would have to check on him later.
“Goodnight bros! Love ya. I’m gonna text LH the situation. He's probably worried and stuff, so ya. I’ll see you all at breakfest?” Mikey said uncertainly. It seemed he was worried about Raph as well. Leo and Donnie nodded at Mikey’s question and he skipped out of the room. “I should text April and Casey to inform them as well. I am sure April has texted me at least six messages asking questions about the situation. I will see you in the moring Leo. Goodnight,” Donnie said rather bluntly turning back to his laptop. Leo let out a sigh and wished his brother a “goodnight” as he left the room.
Leo just knew that none of them were getting any sleep that night. It was going to be a long day.