#Ghosts of our days

[dluebirb]

AU Status

I thought I'd list out the status of all my AU's for those of you who came from my other acc! Also just for me for organization purposes.

Ghosts of Our Days: (2012 AU w/ @theosb0rnway) On hold! (also slight writers block on my part) Who even knows what's going on with that thing! Not us.

Of Mutants Mystics and Magic: (ROTTMNT x TOH) I'm going to be reposting the prior arts to @m0ths-wanderings. I ran a tag list for updates last time! (@allyheart707 would you still be interested in that?)

Cardinal Rules: (Post movie rottmnt au) I'm just disregarding my actual plot for that. it's a silly little series. I might do smth with it. I don't know lmao

The Ride the Cyclone AU's: Like two people (and a discord server) know abt these. You'll know when you know lol

What's In a Name (W.I.N.): (My online experience comic, ft. my moots) Active! I've been brainstorming how to worldbuild the internet hehe... (also if I missed you when I was doing my rounds, or we're moots or in a discord server now and you want to be featured, LET ME KNOW! Love y'all)

I forget who wanted to be tagged in WIN status updates stuff so uh excuse my bad memory (sorry it's not much of an update, but I'm still doing the thing)- @paytato435 @friskyeee @fanatess @purple-the-turtle @averagetmntfan @justletmereadmycomics @bigmoneysniffler

[the-osborn-way]

Some G.o.O.D advice

A Ghosts of Our Days (G.o.O.D) meme!!

Designs are towards the end of the story (hence why Skullshot has long ass hair) and it's really hard to tell but yeah, there's a grocery list on Skullshot's right arm for candy, lighter fluid, and cheetos underneath all her drawings. Priorities, people.

Individuals under cut

Thanks @clanofjones @kallmefren and @all-american-bitch for the inspiration!

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days (GoOD) Masterpost

Warning: Spoilers for TMNT 2012 are afoot!

What is GoOD?

Ghosts of Our Days is a TMNT 2012 fanfiction written in tandem by myself and @theosb0rnway. It centers on Casey and Raph, features Rasey, and takes place during and after the Season 4 episode 'Requiem'.

It features several character deaths (it's TMNT so some aren't exactly static) and extreme violence. Characters swear, and allusions to child abuse are present, as well as homophobia and transphobia, both internalized and not. It also features the deterioration of mental health and sanity, in-depth murder plans, lack of self-care, and gender dysphoria. (This section is subject to additions and changes.)

Summary:

When the battle against Super Shredder goes fatally wrong and Raphael pays the price, Casey is forced to go into hiding while plotting revenge against his newest foe. Despite abandoning the turtles, April, and his old life for secrecy, he's not as alone as he thinks he is... or is that just his newfound insanity?

Where can I find it?

I publish all chapters on Tumblr and Ao3.

Ao3 (slower updates)

Chapter One: Shredded Heart

Chapter Two: Iced Iced Baby

Chapter Three: Best Laid Murder Plans

Chapter Four: A Lover's Desperation

Chapter Five: The Ugly and Casey Jones

Chapter Six: So You're a Ghost Now - A Tutorial by Hamato Raphael

Chapter Seven: Death, Like Truth, Is Entirely Relative

Chapter Eight: Meanwhile in Tokyo

Chapter Nine: A Better Life is a Boring Life (TW: References/implications of child abuse)

Chapter Ten: Sleep is not Listed in the Plan of Casey Jones

Chapter Eleven: Two's a Company, Three's a Crime (TW: Homophobic language, semi graphic descriptions of the murder of a cop.)

Chapter Twelve: Assault and Amaze (Sex scene, warnings are placed, so dw)

Chapter Thirteen: Fire in a Denny's Parking Lot at Three AM (Referenced sex, nothing happens)

Chapter Fourteen: Murder Masquerade

Chapter Fifteen: I Have A Foot But No a Head: What Am I?

Asks?

Asks for Oz and I are open! No spoilers or info on future chapters, so don't ask or we are legally and morally obligated to give you a response that is hilarious to us and infuriating to you.

Art asks are also open! Just adhere to the rules of common decency, we reserve the right to refuse a request. Scene redraws are encouraged and probably taking up a good chunk of our own WIPs. Don't be afraid to ask!

Anything Else?

Assuming you read/enjoy the fic, any sort of support would be greatly appreciated!

All chapters, art (by myself, Oz, and others), and additional content will be tagged under the tags ' Ghosts of Our Days ' or ' GoOD '

If anyone would like a tag list to be tagged in all chapters, let me know and I will make one!

I hope you enjoy our brain child! :)

[the-osborn-way]

@clanofjones

big fan of when grief drives characters to do fucked up things that are ultimately pointless and do more harm than good rather than just like. going to therapy

[shotmrmiller]

size difference where the one afraid to fuck you is simon. he thinks you soft. which is what you are. soft. fragile. small.

you're not like him. nothing like the guys. battle-scarred. muscles carved by relentless missions, scars that speak of duty.

your skin divots under his fingers, yielding to his weathered touch and if he squeezes hard enough, you'll have marks by morning. (he needs to be careful, he can't hurt you, won't—)

and so simon watches you touch yourself in the beginning, clever fingers swirling over your slippery clit with practiced movements even though his cock is straining against his trousers painfully. he can hear you mewl his name through bitten lips and it takes all of his self control to not tug his jeans off, slot himself between your spread, inviting thighs and push— stretch open your fluttering walls, so hot and slick, until he meets resistance, until he can push no more but—

he can't. you'd hurt. and he'd hurt because he hurt you. he won't.

after, when your eyes are heavy lidded, mouth slightly parted in exertion, you remind him that you aren't made of glass. that you won't break. you'll shatter— in the way you do when his tongue replaces your fingers— but not break.

"not a virgin either, for christ's sake," you groan.

maybe he's thinking too hard about it. he knows your teeth have edges, knows your bite is swift when deserved. but all he's truly good at is making things give. biology made it so with his bulky frame and raw mass.

his eyes trace the contour of your collarbone. delicate. then it darts to the pulse on your wrist. vital. his hands, the size of dinner plates don't coax. they demand. he'd snap you like a twig, leaving nothing but splintered remains in his wake.

you don't seem to mind, however. it slightly alarms him. where's your self-preservation? do you enjoy pain? is this some masochistic thing?

he looks at you, all glassy eyed and dewy skinned (ethereal; you're practically glowing under the soft light of the full moon that paints the room silver) and he thinks of how it's going to take work to make it work. his cock is large (he's seen the guys' eyes pop out of their heads in the showers once they caught a glimpse of what's between his legs) but you're persistent in the end. one too many nights of having him without having him.

he understands. simon knows better than most what it's like to yearn. to want and not have. he'd cause you pain by not giving in, and cause pain by giving in. damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.

so he caves. promises to go slow. careful.

"i can take it," you bravely say but he's barely pressing himself to your entrance and you're already making noises that tug at his pathetic little heart. the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip-- you look so pretty, how'd a twisted creature like him get someone like you to come home to-- as his cock fills you has him feeling lightheaded. it takes every ounce of self control to not sink into your heat, to hook your legs around his thick waist and let gravity do the rest.

an unsteady hand weaves its way down to your stuffed cunt, fingers splitting into a vee, feeling how he splits your puffy lips, and the view makes him buck his hips involuntarily.

his hands tighten around your calves when you keen, a high pitched noise that swells the lust he feels burning white hot at the base of his spine, tips of his fingers, deep within his loins. he feels ready to burst.

and he's only halfway in.

your voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. "m-more, simon, c'mon," the n is low and drawn out.

his fingers bite into your flesh as he pushes slow, oh so slowly, until your vise-like cunt envelops him completely. the sibilant hiss you let out makes his hair stand on end. (shame pricks at his nerves like a thousand tiny needles when his cock twitches at the sound of your slightly pained moans)

simon doesn't move, feeling your swollen walls around his cock ripple, tighten and slacken, like it's got a pulse of its own. he could be here, in you, cock deep in paradise for the rest of time.

"fuck me," you warble out, hand rubbing your swollen clit to well up the pleasure that's being smothered by the searing pang of discomfort.

when simon cants his hips back, he watches his cock come out of you, glistening with slick. his jaw aches from how hard he's clenching it. control. got to keep it slow, gentle. slow, simon, slow, slow--

"harder."

he feels the sudden sharp sting of your nails and jerks forward in surprise, filling you completely in one fast movement.

your moan this time is needy, thick with want, arousal dripping from your voice as it does your pussy, coating him in creamy white, a frothy ring at the root.

simon can see the barest of bumps below your navel, or maybe he's seeing things, your hot cunt putting him in a state of delirium but the way you take all of his cock and continue to beg for more, beg him to fuck you like he means it even though he's twice if not thrice your size well...

you'll just have to forgive him on the finger-shaped bruises they're going to be on your body after.

(you'd looked so cheeky before he flipped you onto your knees, grabbing onto your delicate neck like a lifeline as he pulled your hips to meet his. you'd taken him easier here, cunt sodden with slick but the angle had him reaching a devastating depth no one else could ever dream of reaching and even though it'd sprung tears to the corners of your eyes at the pinch, "mama ain't raise no bitch.")

[dluebirb]

Oh yeah happy one year anniversary to when @theosb0rnway and I started thinking about GoOD

don't ask abt the next chapter... bestie we don't even know anymore

But YAY 🎉

[the-osborn-way]

@clanofjones

[the-osborn-way]

My "Fashion" propaganda for the @tmntausummit !

Please go vote for Ghosts of Our Days, or GoOD, and help us tie with @lackablazeical 's Addams AU!

First chapter of GoOD is here and masterpost is here!

(Please tell me if I screwed up the links at all I just had surgery and for some reason my keyboard is blurring-)

[clanofjones]

sea urchin jumpscare

anyways your ghost of our days fic reminds me of my casey jones fucking dies fic a little bit, with the whole raph and casey being the main characters, one of them dies, and the one who dies haunts the other one kinda thing

(please read it you're way cool and i wanna know what you think)

Everyone BE NORMAL Be normal be normal there's a cool person in the asks!!

@theosb0rnway GET UP OVER HERE A COOL PERSON THINKS THIS DUMPSTER FIRE IS WAY COOL

*ahem*

I actually remeber seeing a concept post or synopsis or smth that I believe was yours! And when I tell you that I went "🤩" I MEAN IT

Of COURSE I will go read it!! I'm so so so so so so so SO SO glad you value my opinion! You seem amazingly cool as well!

[bruciemilf]

I wonder how many times Clark and the batkids + Alfred revived Bruce with the Lazarus Pit and just never told him abt it

[the-osborn-way]

@clanofjones

Us about G.o.O.D and me about my Ghost Mutant Apocalypse AU-

anyway,. back to your usual queue'd posts.

[sainz100]

🩵🩵

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

Excuse me, who invited you to their tea party??

[kayzean]

Bungie once again COMING FOR MY FUCKING LIFE.

I- I'm... I'm going to scream.

[the-osborn-way]

Casey Jones Vs. The Competition - A Ghosts of Our Days Minific

Being in a competition this big was no threat to Casey Jones, but finding out who he and Raph were up against was another story. It took them at least 15 minutes searching through the main board before- "Raph, look! There's us!" She pointed to the board and Raph let out a little "Huh." "Looks like we're up against... the Rise Addams Family?" "Like the TV show with the creepy little girl and the walking hand and the big silent monster guy? I always thought the mom on that show was so hot, the dad too-" "Casey, focus." In the distance, the duo could see four turtles, a bunny, and a human under a banner reading Rise Addams Family AU. As they approached, a girl with noose-like hair was the first to speak. "Are you the competition?" "Doesn't seem much like competition, it's just one guy!" An orange coded turtle towards the back of the group spoke up. "Two guys. One is no longer with us." "Guess we know why they're called Ghosts of Our Days." That came from a purple coded turtle, and Casey wondered if they were all the same as his own four mutant friends."Yeah, we're the competition. Are you guys Mikey, Leo, Donnie, and Raph?" "And Master Splinter?" Raph added.The noose hair girl nodded. "Yes. I am April. April O'Neil. We're very excited to be up against you." Her monotone voice made Casey unsure of her true emotion. "Uh, we're excited too!" "So who are you?" "Oh! I'm Casey, Casey Jones, and this is my boyfriend, Raphael!" Raph gave a soft wave. "There's no one else there." Leo deadpanned. "Didn't you hear me say one passed on? He's a ghost, dumbass." "Ohhh! Couldn't be me! I have a very much alive boyfriend!" Casey growled, but Raph held him back from any fighting. "Ugh, another fag." Mikey muttered in the background. "Shut up, Mikey!" Leo yelled back, burying his face into Usagi's fur. The two boys shared a look at each other, silently telling the other that this Addams group was going to be a bit of a challenge. Raph was having quite the conversation with the only person who could see him. "How did you die?" "Stabbed." "How unfortunate. Was it through the head, the chest, or abdomen?" "Um... chest." "Hm. How long did it take for you to bleed out?" Meanwhile, Casey walked over to see if anyone else in the group was remotely friendly. He decided to try the rabbit first. He was surrounded by his very clingy turtle boyfriend, looking mildly uncomfortably as Leo talked nonstop into his fur. "Hi there!" Casey waved, and Usagi smiled tiredly back. "What's your name?" "Miyamoto Usagi." "Whoda whatta?" He sighed."Usagi." "Nice to meet you, Soggy!" "Usagi." "That's what I said!" The rabbit rolled his eyes. "So, hows the dead boyfriend treating you?" Casey looked about to kill the bitch, a knife sliding into his hand from his sleeve in such a smooth fashion that Usagi flinched. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Jack Skellington." "And why not? Afraid I'll beat you in THAT competition too?" "In case you haven't noticed, you're losing pretty bad in the first one, idiot." Casey looked up in horror to see that yes, they were losing pretty bad to these people, but he had no idea why." "H-How is that happening?" "I don't know, maybe cause you pulled a knife on us?" "You dissed my boyfriend, loser!" "I don't think I'm the loser, Casey Jones." He snarked, walking off with Usagi still wrapped around his waist. "Nice to beat ya, clown!" "Ohoho, I'm gonna shove that knife so far up his-" "Case?" Raph gently tapped his shoulder. "We're already losing, Raphie, and we didn't even do anything yet!" "It's alright, Case. Least we have each other, right?" Casey perked up at that, smiling down at her boyfriend. "Yeah, you're right. If I've got you, who needs to win anything?" "You're already my favorite prize, Casey Jones." "Raphie!" It was just Casey Jones and Hamato Raphael against the world, but honestly? As long as they had each other, they had already won the entire competition.

PLEASE help me and @clanofjones tie G.O.O.D with at @lackablazeical 's Addams AU in the @tmntausummit!!

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days- Chapter Fourteen

A/N: It's finally here!! I owe the latter half (and then some) of this chapter to @theosb0rnway, as per usual! You rocked, Kasey!!

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Possible TW's: Implied bodily harm and murder

Chapter Fourteen: Murder Masquarade

Karai’s POV

Hamato Karai was getting tired of watching her brothers fail to do their jobs on live TV. While she favored the more traditional forms of gathering news, such as overhearing conversations or getting it hand-delivered on a piece of paper from her eager-to-please Foot soldiers, Shinigami was obsessed with the oversized flat-screen, and Karai was not one to say no to her girlfriend over something as petty as this.

"Karai, look! The skull boy is back on!"

"Shini, we're looking at the exact same thing."

The witch rolled her eyes. "But this is new footage!"

"Why do you care so much about him anyway? If I didn't know any better, I would say you were into him or something." She smirked, crossing her legs and focusing back on her phone. She could watch her brothers lose to some random teenager any time she wanted. She was surprised that the news station managed to catch them, but the vigilante was good at being seen when he wanted to, and hidden when he didn't.

"I'm not 'into him!' I just think this city needs more strong warriors like him!" "Shini, he's a dangerous killer who put Donatello on crutches, and we all know he's involved with Raphael's disappearance. He's not someone this city needs, Casey Jones or not."

"Do you think it's really the Jones boy? I think he has too much skill and too much spirit to be the same person."

"I agree. Casey's mission was always to save the city, not rip it apart at the seams. To me, it feels like this is only the beginning. Almost as if he has a darker plan than just murdering the old Foot soldiers and a cop or two. But what, I have no idea."

"Do you think we should try to follow him? We could learn more about what he is doing."

"Maybe. But this isn't just some excuse for you to meet your new favorite celebrity, Shini."

"I know that. What about your brothers? Should we invite them along on our trip?"

"No. But I will visit them before we go ourselves." She slid off the couch with ease, giving Shini a kiss before she walked out of Shredder’s old lair, which they had repurposed into their home.

"Have fun with your brothers!"

"Oh, I doubt I will."

Karai was right. She was not having anywhere near a good time, especially with Leonardo. She told him her plan and he was quick to disagree. Karai doubted that the concept had even made its rounds around his brain.

"You’re doing what?”

Karai sighed. There shouldn’t be this big of a deal about her going snooping around in the business of some random kid.

But this was Leonardo.

So of course there was a big deal.

Some days, days like these, Karai almost missed her time under Shredder’s thumb, back when she thought she was his daughter, if only for the near disregard for her wellbeing whenever it didn’t concern her prowess in battle.

Almost.

“Patrolling. It’s not exactly novel,” Karai drawled.

“You got a building dropped on you like, a week ago!”

“And Donatello is in crutches, and he’s going to be up and hitting crime in the face with a stick like a dumbass in another week.”

“Karai, we’re built for that! You’re a human, you need to recover!”

“I’ve been recovering!” Karai snapped.

“Shini can attest. I'll call her myself.”

The witch picked up on the first ring.

“Shini, Leo wants to know if I have been resting well.”

“Oh! Yes, Leonardo, she has been resting wonderfully!”

Karai could almost see her smiling through the phone.

“Hear that? It’s fine, I’m fine, and, contrary to popular belief, it’s going to continue to be fine, as will I."

Leo sighed. "If you say so."

“I do say so.” Then, to the phone, she continued in the same breath. “Thank you, Shini! Talk to you later.”

“Goodbye!”

A beat of silence passed between Karai and Leo. A battle of wills, if you will.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to deal with this Skullshot boy myself, and unlike you, I will get results." She looked out at the lair from where she stood at the entrance, noticing the at least seven cork and bulletin boards that made the usually empty living room look like a maze. She almost laughed out loud. "B-Brother, what are those?"

"Those... are all the theories we have on Skullshot and whatever his plan is."

"They're our conspiracy boards! Ooooo! Creeeepy!!" Mikey yelled from his spot between two of the boards. Now Karai could actually laugh.

"So big, strong, tough Leonardo says I can't go on patrol, but he relies on... I'm sorry, CONSPIRACY BOARDS for all of his information?"

"Karai, he's dangerous, he put Donnie in crutches, blew up an entire police station, killed a cop in cold blood, and not to mention almost killed me and April in close quarters with actual bombs! He's not somebody to be taken too lightly anymore, he has the potential to hurt even us."

"Leo, look around. He's a second-rate vigilante with stolen gear and from what you've told me, lame puns. Sure, he got Donnie hurt, but you have all been hurt before by far worse. He's dangerous, yes, but not dangerous enough to take any of us down. Plus, it's just a routine patrol, I won't engage with him unless he tries to engage me. I'll be FINE."

She walked out without saying goodbye, ready to grab Shini and the rest of her gear at home.

Casey's POV Raph had finally let her go out alone, and for the first time in three months, Casey was happy to be without him. It was just supposed to be a patrol, look for any Foot activity, and check for cops before going back to the apartment, but the night seemed to have other plans.

One very important piece of information, Casey supposed, was that she was not an idiot. Sure, he wasn’t as smart as Donnie in the intellectual sense of the word that would please the school system, but Casey still had a few brain cells. Furthermore, those brain cells had been directed toward more… Specialized knowledge.

Amongst the knowledge accompanying how to keep up with her chosen crowd, was how to know when you are being followed.

Or, at the very least, watched.

And Casey was sure that both were happening.

Fantastic. The one night she went out, and someone was following her. Obviously, the dead Foot lackeys and cops weren’t going to go unnoticed, but Casey had doubted something like this, especially before she had any time to put forth an actual plan for Shredder’s destruction.

He heard footsteps to her left, followed by nothing…

Then a small thud. She flipped her mask down slowly just in case the enemy managed to get in front of him. He didn't need her identity exposed because of a stupid slip-up.

He kept on walking at the same pace, humming some random tune in the hopes that whoever was dumb enough to follow him thought that she was distracted.

He turned into an alleyway that he knew full well was a dead end, praying that the enemy would fall into her trap. He heard a small grunt in the distance and realized that his attacker was not a turtle, nor was it April. In fact, it sounded similar to someone else, someone she knew had direct ties with Oroku Saki. It was Karai, leader of the Foot Clan, or at least a portion of it. No doubt Shredder had sent her in the wake of all the increasing Foot casualties to take Skullshot out once and for all.

Then he was reminded of something. Hadn't she been an ally once? Hadn't she been friends with the turtles? With April? She shook the thought away. Even if that was true, April and her merry band of mutants were no longer his allies ever since that attack on the police station. He wouldn't hurt them, no, because that would break Raphie's heart, but he sure as hell wouldn't work with them.

He heard Karai jumping down to the ground, but still kept on walking.

"Skullshot!"

He froze. She took out her Wakizashi and pointed it at him.

"You hurt my family and now you're going to pay the price!"

Casey scowled, deepening her voice.

"I didn't do anything to Shredder, it's him, and you, who's gonna pay for what you did to me!" He pulled out her gun and spun around, shooting at the kunoichi while she deflected the bullets with ease. He ran towards her, grabbing his hockey stick from his bag and blocking her strikes.

"Casey, if it really is you- ah! Stop this nonsense! Your friends, your FAMILY needs you!" The vigilante caught her off guard with a well-timed kick to the gut.

"Your Shredder took my family away from me!! It's because of YOU that I'm doing this!!" She screamed, pulling out a knife. It was quickly blocked by Karai's sword, and in no time, the dodge-and-block routine quickly got old for Casey.

"Fight me, Foot SCUM!"

"No! I am not your enemy, Casey, I never was-"

"My NAME is SKULLSHOT!" The knife finally managed to hit her arm, causing Karai to drop her blade, fumbling for it, but Casey got to it first.

He leaned over her with a triumphant smirk on her face.

"Now, I'm gonna show you what happens when you mess with my family!"

Leo's POV

"I can't believe Karai wants to go after Skullshot." Leo slumped down on the bench, turning his back on the TV, not even interested in the latest rerun of Space Heroes.

"ReLAAAX, big bro! Skull Dude's not THAT big of a deal! He's not even after us!"

Donnie hit Mikey over the head. "Not after us?? HE PUT ME ON CRUTCHES!"

"Ow! Yeah, but like, he's not attacking us or anything! We were the ones fighting him, dude!"

April put her face in her hands. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mikey has a point."

"Oh my god, hell really did freeze over."

She shot Donnie a look and he immediately apologized to Mikey.

"Mikey's right, this guy just has some anger issues and real hate for the Foot. We can take him out in no time if we work together to figure out what his goal is."

"Did Leo just say what I think he said?"

"Yes, Donnie. Mikey's right."

The youngest turtle finally looked up from his pepperoni and cockroach pizza in shock. "WHOOP WHOOP! OH YEAH! I'M RIGHT! OH YEAH!"

April had to shield her eyes at the booty-shaking dance that accompanied the loud cheering.

The boys just sighed.

"Alright, we get it, Mikey. Now, as I was saying, we need to figure out what this Skullshot's plan is. He's targeting the Foot, but why?"

"Not to mention taking out cops and anyone else who seems to get in his way." Donnie added.

"Do you think he could be after the Shredder too? If he is, maybe... maybe it really is..." April started to shake and Donnie gently pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

"It isn't, remember? When we were at that crime scene, not only did the weapons not match up with Jones, the guy who did it was clearly right handed and good at his job."

"It's okay, April. We'll find Casey AND Raph and take this guy down together."

"Plus, that guy TOTALLY didn't know Casey's stuff! He didn't get the Goongala, bro!" April started to cheer up and Leo took notice.

"Yeah, WHAT was it he said again, Mikey?"

The youngest turtle stood up on the bench, holding his right hand in the air and yelled: “GORGONZOLAAAA!!!"

The four of them all burst into laughter.

"A-And he couldn't even hold the hockey stick right!" Donnie chimed in.

"Why do you think he was even targeting the police station?" April wondered,

"What does THAT have to do with the Foot OR his M.O.?" Leo abd Donnie shrugged.

"Ooh! Ooh! I know!" Mikey bounced up and down. Leo decided to let him speak, since he'd actually had decent ideas today.

"Go ahead, Mike."

"THE BITE OF 87!"

"Aaand we're back to normal Mikey."

"No!" April growled.

"Maybe..."

"Donnie, DON'T encourage him."

"...Bite of 83?"

"NO, MIKEY."

"It's Krognard in disguise!!" April rolled her eyes.

"He needs to touch some GRASS."

"We live in the sewers, yo, there's no grass in the sewers!"

"So touch some on patrol!"

"It's the 2010s in New York, they're getting rid of all the real grass." Donnie said.

"Yeah, it's all artificial turf now, it's so gross." Leo shuddered, and the others did the same.

"Okay, if nobody has any REAL ideas, I'm going to bed." April slipped out of Donnie's grip and stood up.

Leo looked confused. "But it's only 7:30?"

"Yeah, well... I have a test tomorrow and I don't want to be sleepy during it. Good night."

She walked off and Donnie, as usual, followed her into their shared room.

"Bite of 87, really Mikey?"

"Oh come, Lee! For all we know, the ghosts of those kids could still be out there, coming to get us! Oooohh!"

Maybe Leo needed to go to bed early too.

Donnie's POV

As soon as Donnie walked in the room, he could tell something was off.

"Donnie, go back with Leo and Mikey, I'm gonna try to sleep on my own for a bit."

Donnie frowned, walking over to April and sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Donnie-"

"April, please. Let me help you!"

"What would help is if you left me alone so I can sleep in peace for once." Donnie didn't move.

"Donnie, please, just go-"

"Look, I know you're worried about Casey, but-"

"I just hope she's okay."

"He will be, April. This is Jones we're talking about. He always finds a way to make it back to us." "Yeah, you're right. I just... can't shake the feeling that maybe she won't come back to us. She's been gone for so long, maybe she needs us to save him this time." She shrugged, burying her head in Donnie's shoulder. So much for wanting him to leave.

"If he does, we'll find him. I promise, April, we WILL find him and Raph, wherever they are."

"I know..." She trailed off, closing her eyes and falling limp against her boyfriend. Was it bad that Donnie focused more on her touch than on getting his friend and brother back? That was cut short when April immediately snapped out of her thoughts and sat up.

"Good night, Donnie." She moved to get into bed, but something was missing besides the fact that she wasn't wearing her pajamas.

"No kiss?"

"I said, GOOD NIGHT, Donnie." He walked out of the room, dejected, knowing that if he wanted any peace and quiet he'd have to sleep in Raph and Casey's old room. The thought of that alone made him wish he'd built an extra guest room instead of a bigger room for him and April, but he put her comfort first. Maybe that was his downfall. His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of shouting from the main room.

"DONNIE, APRIL, GET IN HERE!"

He ran into the room to see none other than Shinigami sitting on the bench in Mikey's lap, both of them crying as Leo stood motionless over what looked like... Karai?

Donnie could hear April's footsteps behind her and the gasp that followed as they looked closer at his sister's body. Donnie couldn't believe his eyes as April covered her mouth with her hand, and let out an aborted squeak.

"Oh... oh my GOD."

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A/N: *wiggles fingers mysteriously*