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Mutant Animals escape from the Lab that created them |
| [Introduction]
OK this story is a Ninja Turtles fanfiction and maybe some other cartoon characters might appear too. But later on in this story the OC Mutants will have to save the TMNT. Dr. Victor Oban Feral once one of the richest men in the world during the 80s and 90s has fallen onto...Slightly harder times...He's still rich but he knows he won't be able to bring forth his dreams for the future unless he cuts some deals...And because of the internet these new players know about Feral's intense interests in Mutants so what they want is...Mutant Animal Slaves! Sex slaves, Laborers to do dirty and dangerous jobs, super soldiers sometimes even stranger things and Feral has no choice but to agree, having discovered the TCRI Mutagen he can now mass produce Mutants by injecting the ooze into an animal rather than his usual laborious process of Dr. Moreau -like surgery like his earliest creations, these first new mutants are the various requests by his clients they do not have the control collars he's installed on his other Mutants because they will be shipped out to places all over the world unless they can think of a way out first! |
| Name: Neko Sex: Female Age: 2 years old chronologically Biologically is equivilent to a 16-year-old human Species: Domestic Cat (Felis Cattus) Breed: Bombay Likes: Tuna, Milk Jazz and R&B Music, Reading Books Dislikes: Being in a cage, Wearing frilly dresses, Blood and Gore History: Neko was created to be a 'Companion' (i.e. sex slave) for a wealthy computer hacker in Seatle Washington who dreamed of having his own 'Anime Cat-Girl' and Neko as a human-sized mutant cat was close enough hence her Japanese name as dictated by her soon-to-be-owner when she is finally shipped off to him unless she can find a way to get out of the Lab first! Neko watched with a sneer as she saw Dr. Feral now bent over and hunchbacked from his years of hard work trying to usher in the Utopia of Humanity he dreamed of but was slipping farther and farther out of his grasp since the end of the 90s when his previous backers began to catch on that the 'Fountain of Youth' drug he kept promising never materialized now he was reduced to making various Mutant Animal Slaves for new wealthy clients, even though Feral felt the idea was dangerous...The old control freak felt all Mutants should only be controlled by him which is why he felt a compulsive need to snatch any Mutant Animal he found created by anyone else whether that person regarded that mutant as a slave/test subject or loving family Feral didn't care he showed his true colors showing he couldn't trust other humans to make their own choices that unless the mutant animals were under his strict control the 'Beasts' might get funny ideas they might think they were people and compete with Humanity to become the dominate species of the planet... |
| Name: Johnny Sex: Male Age: Looks to be 18. Species: German Shepherd dog Likes: Being able to run, swim, and do things. Dislikes: Being locked up in a cage. History: Johnny was created to be a Guard for some paranoid dictator-type. There isn't an explosive he doesn't know, he can identify many drugs and poisons off of scent. He also knows many unarmed fighting styles. However, he's heard stories about his new owner-to-be, and wants nothing to do with them. Johnny was looking over the cage, yet again. He knew its weaknesses, had an idea on how to disable it. However, what he needed was a route out of the lab. If he had that, who knew what could happen. He knew that he didn't want to go to the one who wanted to buy him. There was a number of stories about that person, none good. |
| "Johnny..." Neko whispered "Hmmm?" The Dog cocked his ear They both knew they had to be subtle because Feral's own Mutant Minions (Who both had control collars on) Karl the Rabbit and Igor the White Rat were constantly prowling and listening they both had been ordered by Ferel not to hurt the new Mutants too much because they were being sent to clints and any damage could cost Ferel dearly |
| "Itchy shoulder blade?" Johnny asked. It was a way for them to get close without being overheard, and of course, deal with itches one couldn't get to without help. |
| "I...Had the dream again..." Neko said Ever since Feral had mentioned wanting the 'capture those turtles that live in the sewers' Neko had begun have dreams of those Turtles that each wore a mask of either blue, purple, red or orange. "I...Saw...The Turtle with the purple mask...He was sleeping in his bed and I was like hovering over him...I wanted to reach out and touch him..." |
| "Well, no offense, but try to focus on what's in front of you," Johnny said, as he scratched the cat's shoulder blade. "Keep an eye out for a length of wire the next time you're let out for training or whatever, and try to get it, especially if it's a few inches in length." "What are you going to do with it?" Neko asked. "The less you know, the better," said Johnny. "I get examined a lot closer than you, due to what they train me to do. Other than making sure that you're in good shape, and unbruised, they don't search you too much." "You got a plan?" Neko asked. "Yep, and I need a length of wire for it," said Johnny. |
| While Johnny was dismissive of her dream Neko kept feeling her dream was important and that it was important to find the Turtles for some reason. Then she was taken out for training, mostly putting on frilly Anime dresses and doing flirty poses |
| Still, Neko had to admit that Johnny had a point about keeping an eye out for things. Thus, she looked for a length of wire. |
| She found a length of wire while traversing back down the hall back to the cages she hid it under the pink rubber apron of her dress...The client's obsession with Anime maid outfits would prove to be his undoing! I don't want to do the breakout without a few more characters in the group so I'm seriously thinking I'm not going to add to my next turn unless at least one other person joins |
| Johnny was busy. He was laying on his back, on mud, while he tried to disarm a bomb. Sure, no real harm would happen, but what the vial, that would break if he failed, had was something he hated - a concoction that was a mix of vomit, rotting meat, and other foul-smelling things, to say nothing about a blue dye - it was hard to wash out. He looked at the wires. He had to admit - the person that made it was smart to make it difficult to disarm - all the wires were coated in yellow. |
| Name: Jet Sex: Male Age: 17 Species: Roadrunner Likes: Birdseed, Running, Pranking the Guards Dislikes: Cages, Crashing, and ~The Dungeon~ History:Taken as a Egg from the zoo, Jet was raised and trained to run at fast speeds to act as a delivery service for high paying crime lords, mafia's, and crooked cops. On the track running around the area Johnny was running, Jet, a mix of light and dark brown feather's roadrunner, was currently running from a few guards he pranked by putting pink hair dye into the laundry. Where he got it from. Nobody knows. |
| Name: Drac Sex: Male Age: 20 Species: Vampire bat Likes: trying new types of blood, sleeping, hitting on any female he meets Dislikes: Bright light, being rejected by females History: Unknown Drac hung upside down from a bar in his cage, when he was aroused from his sleep by an unfamiliar scent.Opening his eyes, he saw a female cat dressed in an anime style outfit passing by his cage. Drac had been here longer than any of the other mutants, but he'd never seen this one before. He smiled slightly to himself. Time to put on the old charm, he thought. "Hello there." He said in a smooth, suave voice. The cat turned to see him dismounting his perch and approaching her from behind the bars of his cage. "Who are you?" The cat asked. "Call me Drac. I've been here a long time, but I've never seen you around. You must be new here." The cat nodded "Relatively speaking, yes. My name is Neko." "Pretty name, for a pretty kitty. Say, would you mind doing me a favor? I'm awfully thirsty, and need a drink. Think you can accommodate me?" Not realizing what he meant, Neko hesitantly nodded, thinking he wanted water or something. "Thank you."Drac grinned, before suddenly reaching through the bars and grabbing Neko's arm, preparing to bite her! |
| Name: Tikanni Sex: Male Age: Appears to be in his late thirties Species: Dire wolf Likes: Quiet, Being Left Alone, Picture books of Architectures Dislikes: Loud noises, Other Beings, Not Being Left Alone Tikanni started life in an illegal genetic lab, brought to life as a proof of concept that extinct animals can be brought back into existence. He has been the subject of numerous experiments, both as an animal and as a mutant. His brain has not been so much trained as it has been hardwired. The process makes it difficult for him to speak. He is often used as punishment, with other mutants being placed in the same cage with him. At present, Dr Feral has no plans to sell Tikanni, preferring to use him as a continued test subject. But if the price is right… ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ It was at that moment that Dr. Feral’s lackeys rolled in a cage with an anthropomorphic wolf inside it. A very large anthropomorphic wolf. One that was well muscled and heavily scarred. The lackeys were being careful how they rolled the wolf in, but the lupine was too engrossed in a picture book full of Grecian buildings too pay attention to them. The lackeys looked relieved when they placed the cage in the center of the room. They laughed as they exited the room, telling the other mutants to enjoy their new roommate. |
| Of course, Dr. Feral's own Mutant Henchmen Karl the Rabbit and Igor the Rat had quickly learned about Drac's habits so when the Vampire Bat grabbed Neko's arm they were quick with what Dr. Feral taught them to do in this situation "Bad Bat!" Karl said whipping out a spray bottle filled with Holy Water "She's not for you!" Spraying Holy Water in that Bat's face to get him to let go. The two Hench-Mutants returned to escorting Neko back to her cage "You are too young..." Igor grunted "...Drac does that to every female he sees but if any harm comes to you before you can be sold Feral will have our hides on a platter!" |
| Johnny managed to disarm the bomb. Thankfully, the solution was simple - yank out all the wires. As he was taken to the next test, he heard about what Drac had tried to do to Neko. I'll need to explain a few things to him, he thought to himself. He then noticed Jet, who was up to one trick, or another. Sooner or later, the roadrunner was going to end up in trouble, if they weren't careful. |
| As Jet was running, he never noticed a trip wire played out in the hallway and ended up tripping over it and screeching to a halt in front of both Karl and Igor. Cuffing his arms together, Karl helped Jet to his feet. "Up to your pranks again I see Jet." Shaking his head, Jet pouted a bit as he knew he was in trouble. "Since you two caught me, I'm guessing... ' The Dungeon'? Sighing, Igor only nodded. The Dungeon. The place where all the experiments go if they get to rowdy and need time to either calm down, or just be stuck in a cell for the rest of there lives. "Yeah. But, why did you have to dye all of the security teams clothes pink? Where did you even get the dye?" As the trio began to walk, Jet chuckled as they walked by Johnny's group, giving a toothy grin. "Sorry boys, but a true prankster never reveals there secrets. |
| After escorting Jett to the dungeon, Karl and Igor were distributing the caged mutants meals. When they reached Drac's cage, they gave him a plastic bag filled with blood. Drac took a swig and scoffed. "Cattle blood again? Would it kill your boss to give us a little variety in our diets?" Igor shrugged. "That's the most cost effective stuff he can get. Not our fault if he's a mad scientist, and a cheapskate. " Drac sighed, downing the rest of the pouch. He was something of a conneseuir when it came to blood, preferring the sweeter variety. Which he typically found to belong to females. At this point, he had been caged so long, he'd forgotten what the other types tasted like. He'd give anything for just a bit of new blood. Maybe even from a human... |
| After feeding the bat and a few more denizens of the Dungeons, they were joined by an anthropomorphic ferret, pushing a cart full of thick steaks. “About time, New Guy,” Igor told the ferret. “Don’t want to keep this guy waiting,” the Rat continued, gesturing at Tikanni. The dire wolf seemed oblivious to the discussion about him, looking to be completely engrossed in his picture book. “What’s so special about this guy?” The Ferret asked. Picking up one of the steaks, he added, “This ain’t the cheap stuff, either. These are all prime cuts.” Karl did a quick count of the steaks. “He got one extra tonight. Doctor must have plans for him tomorrow.” Turning the ferret, the rabbit added, “We don’t ask questions, New Guy. We just do what we’re told.” “Seems like a waste of good meat,” the ferret observed. Tossing the steaks in the cage, the ferret yelled, “Eat up, soldier.” Tikanni ignored the steaks piling up in his cage, apparently enraptured in his picture book. “I said it’s chow time, wolfie,” the ferret yelled, before turning to Karl and Igor. “What’s his problem? He stupid or something?” Igor shrugged. “His brain is pretty much fried. He has problems talking, so mostly he doesn’t. Don’t worry, he’ll get to steaks when he’s ready.” The ferret wasn’t listening though. He had gotten a pole and as poking at Tikanni. “Hey dummy. Your supper is here.” The dire wolf just grunted every time he got poked, but otherwise ignored the ferret. “I wouldn’t do that, New Guy,” Karl advised, then added, “And i definitely wouldn’t do that.” The ferret was reaching into the cage to retrieve one of the steaks he had tossed in earlier. “Screw it,” the ferret said. “I’m hungry, and I’m not going to —-“ The ferret never had a chance to finish his sentence. As soon as his fingers touched the steak, Tikanni reacted. He didn’t just movie quickly. He was a blur. Tikanni struck the ferret. The ferret stumbled backwards, dead before he hit the ground. Tikanni looked at Karl and Igor, a low growl issuing from his throat. The rat and rabbit backed away from the dire wolf’s cage, hands up in placation. “Easy, big guy, those are your steaks.” Karl told him. Tikanni took one if the steaks and started chewing on it, before going back to his picture book. |
| Neko was back in her cage next to Johnny she was out of her Anime Maid outfit but she hid the piece of wire under her arm (It helped that she had black fur) "I found this in the hallway..." Neko said passing the piece of wire to the Dog "Excellent! This is just what I need!" Johnny said "Now why don't you lay down and rest, this will take a while..." "Johnny..." Neko said before she curled up to sleep "...You said we may have to pick and choose who we help escape that we can't take everyone...Who do you have in mind?" "Let's not talk about that now..." Johnny said |
| Johnny had to admit - Neko had a point. Neko might be able to smooth talk someone, but she would have issues in a fight. The roadrunner - Jet might make for a good scout. The bat - Drac might be useful during the night or in really dark places. Then, there was the dire wolf - there was plenty of stories, but he might prove useful in a fight. |
| Name: Tigrerra Age: 17 Sex: Female Species: Bengal Tiger Likes: Fighting, Flirting with customers, drinks Dislikes: Pranks, fights among friends, torn clothes History: After having been born, Tigrerra's mother died due to blood loss from a gun wound. Dr. Feral took this as a opportunity and raised Tigrerra up, teaching her to be both seductive, and deadly when need to be. ~¤~ In the Dungeon, Jet was sitting in his cell grumbling about how much he hated being there, and how stupid he was to be caught by Igor and Karl. "Quiet your grumbling. Your cuter when your smiling hun." Sighing, Jet looked to the cell across from his to see Tigrerra, a Bengal Tigress dressed in a Chinese orange dress to match her fur coat, black yoga shorts, black shoes on her feet, and black gloves with orange stripes that reached up to her elbows. "Tigrerra, you know how much I hate it here. But then again, I ain't complaining of the view I have." Giggling, Tigrerra only shifted in her own seat. "Careful bird boy, you might make me hungry for more then just food.~" Laughing a bit, Jet began to tell her all he saw and heard about outside. But it was the mention of the new cat girl, Neko, that got her attention. "A new cat you cay? Might have to meet her when I get out tomorrow. Maybe teach her a few things." |
| With a full stomach, the dire wolf curled up around one of his favorite picture books and fell into a deep, oblivious sleep. |
| So just a warning to everyone else I warned Wolf Kingdom but this campfire is supposed to be like playing an RPG with one 'player character' per author you can make NPCs but those characters don't get their own profiles As Neko slept she began to see the Purple Banded Turtle in her dreams again...She saw him sitting on his desk typing on his computer. "I want to meet you..." Neko said "Huh?" The Turtle cocked his head, did he actually hear that? |
| Johnny looked at the lock on his cage. While unlocking it was one thing, he'd also need to relock it, until true escape was possible. They needed supplies, a path out, maybe even weapons. |
| Next day, Jet was going around the inner part of the facility, checking and/or replacing all the lightbulbs. Coming up to a workout eoom, he spotted Tigrerra talking to Neko about self defense training. |
| Drac eyed Tigerra hungrily from his cage across the room. Just the thought of tasting her blood made his mouth begin to water. At this point he was sick of cattle blood, and longed for the taste of something new. Or at least something he hadn't had in a while. |
| Igor and Karl returned to the Dungeon, this time with three visitors in tow. The rat and the rabbit seemed particularly nervous this evening, but the three visitors paid them no mind. The center one was a lean, fit man in his late forties or early fifties with a shaved head and Eurasian facial features. To his right stood a huge anthropomorphic sabre tooth tiger, wearing combat trousers and a furry vest. Closer examination of the vest showed it was made of patches of various canine pelts, ranging from German shepherds to Rottweilers. The sabre tooth was staring intently at the dire wolf. To the human’s left stood a beautiful woman, her looks somehow reminiscent of a younger Jane Seymour, from her days as a “ Bond girl.” The woman could have been mistaken for being completely human, save for her leonine tail, feline ears, golden eyes and vertical slit pupils. The woman wore a conservative pantsuit, with a control collar clearly visible around her neck (a detail missing around the saber tooth’s neck). She studied the dire wolf as well, though her gaze roamed the Dungeon. That gaze lit and stayed on Nemo for a few seconds, then moved on. The three visitors had a low conversation in an unknown language, before the man turned to Karl and Igor, saying, “He’ll do,” gesturing towards the sleeping dire wolf. With that, the three visitors departed. The rat and rabbit nervously wheeled the dire wolf’s cage out of the Dungeon, making sure not to disturb the sleeping dire wolf. “Poor bastard,” Igor quietly observed. “I wouldn’t want to be you in the morning.” The dire wolf slept on, seemingly oblivious to his fate. |
| As Neko dreamed of the the Turtle with the purple mask she continued to try to speak with him telepathically "Can you hear me?" "Who's saying that?" Donatello asked cocking his head like a puppy |
| Johnny tested the wire on the lock - it would do the job. Relocking the door, he hid the wire in the mattress he had. As he did, he could hear Neko talking in her sleep. "I hope that you're having a good dream," he muttered. He worried about whom would be take next. |
| As Jet and Tigrerra returned to there cells, they reveal to each other that managed to acquire both food and medical supplies from all over the facility and caferteria. |
| That night, as the mutants lay sleeping in their cages, Drac awoke feeling hungry for a "midnight snack". Tigrerra's cage just happened to be next to his, and as she lay curled in a ball in the corner, her tail lazily shifted side to side, coming ever so close to Drac's cage that he could touch it. Which gave him an idea. He sneakily grasped her tail once it was in reach, and made a small incision with one of his fangs, just enough that she wouldn't wake up. Drop by drop, her blood began to exit the wound, which he eagerly licked up. Her blood was, for lack of a better word, spicier than any he'd had before. It was a new experience for him, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. With every taste, he wanted more. |
| Realizing that she could communicate with the Turtle Neko pleaded "Please...We need help!" Donatello leapt to his feet and took out his Bo staff "Who's there? Show yourself!" "I'm not in the room with you..." Neko said "...I'm asleep and dreaming of you..." Don felt his knees begin to get wobbly as he realized this was no ordinary experience "Oh...Shell!" He moaned worried he was being haunted by a ghost despite his claiming there was no such things as ghosts (Mostly to calm down Mikey after he had seen a scary movie when they were younger) "Will you listen?!" Neko was beginning to get impatient "I'm a Mutant Animal like yourself my name is Neko..." "Japanese for cat?" Don raised an eye ridge "Yes...Myself and several other mutants were created in a lab and we're about to be sold to several humans and we don't want that!" |
| Johnny then noticed Drac. The dog mutant grabbed a paper plate that was in his cage and threw it at the bat. "Knock off the sucking of anyone's blood, unless you want to be left behind when I carry out my plan." |
| At Johnny's sudden yell, Tigrerra awoke and looked to see what Drac was doing, and began to growl, making him sweat. "Drink my blood, will ya?! PERVERT!!" Reaching into Drac's cell, she grabbed him by his chest fluff, pulled him close and swung a hard right to his head, sending him to the wall opposite of hers hard enough to dent it. |
| Drac was knocked unconscious on impact. "That'll learn ya." Tigrerra said, looking rather proud of herself. |
| Two of Dr, Feral’s henchmen entered the Dungeon, being careful to take no notice of any of the activities going on around them. They were pushing the empty cage the Dire Wolf had formerly occupied. They rolled the empty cage to its former spot, then left as silently as they entered. |
| "Where are you being held?" Donatello asked "In the underground of Dr. Victor Oban Feral" Replied Neko Don gasped "The famous scientist and philatropist?!" Don groaned "There goes another one of my childhood idols..." |
| As Drac woke up from being sucker punched, he felt the room spinning, despite standing still. "Damn." He said "That tiger lady can really throw one." "There's more where that came from if you try any more stunts like that, mister!" Tigerra growled from her cage. "Forgive me, miss. But I was very thirsty, and have been fed nothing but cow blood for as long as I can remember. I am a vampire bat, after all. It's in my nature." "Whatever. You just better not have rabies or anything!" Drac chuckled. "I assure you, I have no diseases of any kind." |
| "OK..." Donatello said as he massaged his temples "...You're trapped in Dr. Feral's secret Mutant Dungeon...How do you expect me to..." Just then Mikey poked his head in "Donny? Who you talking to?" That caused Neko to snap out of her dream! |
| Johnny glanced over at Neko, who had jerked awake. "So, what did you dream about?" he asked. "Anything good?" |
| Using his sensitive ears, Drac was able to hear Johnny and Neko's conversation, despite being across the room and their whispering tone. |
| "The Turtle!" Neko exclaimed "I talked to him! In my dream!" "Huh?" Johnny cocked his head "I was actually seeing what he was doing right then and there!" Neko said "And I called out to him! Told him our plight! Told him where we were..." |
| "Hmm, well, if this dude is real, and they heard you, hopefully, they might help us," said Johnny. "Still, it is best to make our own plans for our own escape, just in case. So, what I need you to look out for is things that could be used as, or turned into, weapons. Short blades and long nails would be a start, although string and a thick magazine or a big-sized newspaper will do for now. If you can get those without much risk, good, but if the risk is too high, don't." |
| Hearing this, Jet held up what looked like a foldable pocket knife. "Oh, like this?" Looking to Jet's cell that was next to Tgerra's, Johnny became a bit confused. "How did you...?" Chuckling, Jet start to hold all kinds of weapong for him to see. From knives, to guns, even teasers and flash grenades. "What, you think I prank just for fun? I learned to pick a few pockets from time to time." |
| Just then, Igor and Karl entered the room, forcing Jet to frantically hide all his ill gotten tools once more. |
| Igor and Karl either did not notice, or else chose not to notice, Jet’s hurried actions. Instead they took the empty cage that had at one time held the dire wolf and hauled it away. |
| Meanwhile Don was telling his family what had just happened Splinter rubbed his chin as he thought "It seems we are not the only Mutants in the World..." He said "...We must do something about this. |
| "Let's see if we can get ahold of them ourselves, and thus, we need to meditate," said Master Splinter. "Donatello, since you have been contacted by them, you will be a focus point, while I lead along the path to this Neko and her friends, with Leonardo and Raphael providing spiritual support. That being said, make sure that you do as I say, and watch out for each other. What we are about to do can be very risky. Thus, Michelangelo, you will have the most important job of all - protecting our physical bodies from harm." "So, are bad guys going to just teleport here because of this?" Michelangelo asked. "No, for we will be dealing with something worse," said Master Splinter. "The possibility that a hostile soul will enter our body to use it for their own purposes. You would have to stop us without causing us serious harm. Your weapon is a safer option than a sword or a sai. But, just in case, let's make sure that the four of us are unarmed before we start." With that, the rat set his walking staff against the wall, along with a selection of knives, darts, and a whole lot more. "All of it?" Donatello asked. "Including the short daggers that you have hiding under your shells," said Master Splinter. "Don't need a hostile spirit cutting you with them." |
| Doing as their master instructed, the turtles and Splinter sat in a circle, closed their eyes, and focused on their task. As they did so, Mikey sat nearby, keeping a close eye on his brothers and sensei. Or rather, he tried to, until he got bored after some time had passed and ended up falling asleep. Mikey never did have a very long attention span. |
| The remaining Turtles and Splinter all saw the horrific sight of various Mutant Animals in cages! "This is horrible..." Leo said disgusted Don looked around until he saw a pretty Black Cat lounging in a cage next to a Mutant German Shepherd "That's her!" Don said "I'm sure of it!" |
| Splinter frowned. "Okay. Now, to get the right physical coordinates - we'll walk outside, to get the landmarks." "Right," said Leo. "Say, Master, is there truth to what you said about the possibility about our bodies being possessed?" Raphael asked. "Very slim," said Splinter. "I have enough spiritual energy to keep most threats at bay." "So, why have Mikey look over us anyways?" Donatello asked. "Two reasons, the first being that my protection field only works if you stay near me, meaning you can't just linger behind, or run ahead, and Mikey is more prone to that than the rest of you, although, Raphael, that means keeping your temper in check, and to not just rush into something, especially if I tell you not to," said Master Splinter. "And the second reason?" Leonardo asked. "There are some threats that are indeed too strong for me, and while they might not be able to possess me, they might possess you three," said Splinter. "That being said, your brother is probably taking a nap by now - give him a good scare if he's asleep when we get back." "Really?" Raphael asked. Splinter chuckled. "It will teach him to pay attention, and to focus on the task better, the next time we have him do something similar." |
| The turtles and Splinter looked around for any kind of familiar landmarks that would indicate their location. But saw only cages around them. "Maybe they're in some kind of warehouse?" Donatello suggested "Like the ones by the docks?" Just then, Karl and Igor came around the corner on their nightly patrol, and were quite surprised to see four mutants out of their cages. "Hey! What do you think you are doing?" Karl said "Get back in your cages!" |
| “Dude, you’re like way outnumbered,” one of the turtles observed. In response, igor let out a loud whistle. Eight more henchman appeared. “Not anymore we’re not,” Igor observed. |
| Um...I assumed the Turtles were just astral projections and wouldn't be able to be seen Unfortunatly the Turtles weren't counting on Igor having psychic powers |
| One of the henchmen looked at Igor. "Are you and Karl playing some sort of game or something? You're talking to the air." |
| "No you fools! The three turtles and the rat! They're right in front of us, there!" The turtles couldn't help but laugh. Even if the henchmen could see them, they couldn't harm them because of their immaterial projections. |
| OK because a certain someone keeps skipping their turn I'm putting this fic on hold until a certain someone has more time or they say they don't want to be part of the campfire anymore The End! |
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