[LN] Raphael is cool but rude, Michelangelo is a party dude...

[othersdestructive]

"Jus' - jus' five more minutes, Master Splinter."

Come on, it'd been a busy night. Couldn't he sleep in just a little bit longer?

Except...except he wasn't in the lair.

As Raph opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't even in the city.

New York was New York and after spending the majority of his life under it, and exploring every facet of it from above after he and his brothers had started exploring at night, it was practically in his blood.

Wherever he was now, it didn't look like New York, it didn't sound like New York - it definitely didn't smell like New York.

And his head felt like it'd been cracked open and...something was rushing in. Something unnameable and shifting. It was making even his memories fuzzy. It was almost like something that wasn't himself was trying to push in and make...something else into himself. For a moment, all he could do was push himself up onto his knees and hunch over, holding his head in his hands.

"Ugh, my head."

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[othersdestructive]

"I don't know. She threw me hard enough to kill me and I'm definitely feeling it but somehow I'm not dead either," Raph said, climbing to his feet, pulling out some throwing stars as they approached. "Maybe it's tied to the stuff that was going on in our heads. Whatever it is, let's take advantage of it and give them a beating they won't forget."

[fearasaurusrex]

"Good sense of story, my friend. Your newfound durability is tied to whatever unrest you have in your heads," said the voice they'd heard earlier, coming from all directions.

"I'm afraid you won't live long enough to find out the true scope of it all. That's not your story."

Something was flung out of the shadows of the roller coaster and it rolled over to their feet.

[othersdestructive]

"GRENADES!" Raph cried out, tackling his brother out of the way and trying to shield him with his body.

They did indeed look like grenades, but when they exploded, instead of blowing them up, they released a cloud of thick gas in the air. Raph started coughing, his vision starting to blur.

[bestnamer]

"Tear gas!"

Nobody had ever used tear gas on them. And Mikey was glad now they hadn't - already the pain was a special kind of, well, painful.

This guy was an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a WEIRDO who wanted to do something bad to them. Like maybe feed them to all their childhood fears.

No. Not THEIR childhood fears - but childhood fears in general. They were going to die a kid-friendly death. A story-death. Why?

"Hey!" Mikey called out, as loud as he could, though his voice was failing as the tear gas burned his eyes and throat. "Creepy story guy! What's - aaugh - genre savvy?"

[fearasaurusrex]

"Genre-savvy is understanding that all the world's a story and seeing the rules of that narrative, understanding them implicitly," said the man in the shadows. The voice sounded almost pleased that Mikey was asking about it. "Right now the narrative law that applies most to your situation is this: sometimes the villains win."

Out of the cloud of gas, through tearing eyes, they would see Trunchbull suddenly appear and with two swings of his riding crop, the world faded away.