#hahaha he's so cute and sweet and not the bringer of chaos at all :)

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Part 2 of this Inspired by Cass Apocalyptic series by somerandomdude

Which is very cool and you should read it 🥺

Predictably, his brothers are tumbling through the door in seconds, ready for a fight. Donnie looks toward them, hunched over the empty mug hastily repurposed to contain the creature.

“Everything is under control.” “Donnie what happened? Are you okay?” Raph asks as his eyes dart around the room, searching for a threat. “Everything. Is under. Control.”

Leo frowns at the mug Donnie clutches in a white knuckled grip, one hand covering the top. “Um. Donnie… What’s in the mug.” “It’s under control!” Donnie hisses, curling further over the mug. The beast within chirps. “Hello family, Upset? Comfort?” Three pairs of eyes jerk to the cup.

“What was that?” Mikey gasps. “Nothing! It was nothing haha why would you think it was something?” “Donnie… what did you do?” Leo asks, stepping forward.

Donnie scrambles back. “Me? I didn’t do anything. Why would you think I did something? Casey Junior certainly didn’t catch me snooping in my future self’s lab and I certainly didn’t accidentally spill some random substance on him!”

“You did what?” Raph asks, strangled. “I said I didn’t! Annnnd it didn’t turn him into a baby mutant turtle!” “You turned him into a what?” “I SAID DIDN’T!”

One short wrestling match later Raph is the proud holder of a mug full of baby mutant turtle. Well. Full is a bit of an exaggeration.

Casey is a bit too small to do any filling of the mug, being about the size of a particularly ambitious quarter or perhaps an under achieving kumquat. But he’s perfectly capable of chirping loudly for attention and reaching grabby little hands for the sides to try and climb out. Thankfully, he’s too small to reach the edge.

“Raph stop crying over the mug, you’re going to drown him!” Leo says, hovering over the mug himself from his perch on Raph’s shoulder. Mikey, perched on Raph’s other shoulder, rolls his eyes. “He’s literally a turtle, he’d be fine!” “Okay, well he’s a freshwater turtle not a salt water turtle so it can’t be good for him.”

Raph sniffles, making a valiant and doomed effort to stop crying. “He’s just- he’s just so small.” Raph sticks one finger into the mug and strokes over Casey’s head. Casey immediately latches on and starts climbing. Raph is delighted. Donnie is not.

“NO!” Donnie lunges, grabbing the mug and sending an arm from his battle shell to gently snatch the beast off his brother and put him back in his containment unit. Casey, unbothered, chirps cheerfully and nips at the metal limb. “Do not free the beast.” Leo glares at him. “Donnie, he’s a baby.” “He bit me!”

Said baby chirps again. Tiny fingers briefly wave at the edge of the mug before vanishing again. There’s a muffled thud and a soft clink before they reappear followed by another thud and clink. The repeated failure does not discourage Casey from continuing to jump for the edge of the mug no matter how many times butt and shell hit the bottom of the mug.  

“Raph used to bite when he was excited! Or sad. Or hungry. Maybe he’s hungry? I could cook him something.” Mikey hops off Raph and tries to take the mug from Donnie. Donnie holds it as far away as he can, putting all his skill as an older brother into evading Mikey’s grabby hands.

“Hungry for flesh.” “Well red eared sliders are omnivores. I could make him something and then maybe he won’t try to eat Donnie!”

Raph leans over and snags the mug again. Donnie refuses to let go, letting Raph simply hoist him into the air with the mug.“I don’t think he was really trying to eat Donnie. Mikey’s right, he’s probably just an excited widdle baby- yes you are! Yes you are!” Donnie, dangling from the mug he refuses to let go of, pretends to gag. Raph freezes. He looks over to find that Donnie isn't the only one judging him. At least Casey Jr and his happy little baby chirps isn’t judging him.

Raph coughs and tries to pry Donnie off the mug “…But we probably should feed him anyway. He’s a baby right now so he’s probably hungry too.”

Donnie hisses and refuses to let go, swinging one leg up to latch around Raph’s arm for a better grip. Raph rolls his eyes. “C’mon Donnie there isn’t even a mark!” “So? He still bit me!” Raph stands, holding the mug over his head and swinging it gently back and forth, making Donnie flop about.

“Careful! You’re shaking him!” Leo gasps, clambering up Raph’s raised arm to peak into the mug. “Yay, climb on Raph time!” Mikey flips up onto Raph’s shell and perches there, crossing his arms over Raph’s head and resting his head on them.

Donnie stays firmly attached to the mug and Raph. Raph puts his other hand over Donnie’s chest and pushes until Donnie loses his grip and falls on his butt.

Leo balances precariously on Raph’s outstretched arm, peering into the mug. “You all right in there Case-” Raph drops his arm and Leo slips, tumbling gracelessly to the floor. Mikey snickers. Leo makes a rude gesture at him. Raph gasps. “Leo! Not in front of the baby!” “He can’t see! Plus he isn’t actually a baby!” “He is right now! And Mikey is here too!” “Hey!” “Rude gestures fall under the no cursing rules, Mikey,” Raph says, frowning up at Mikey as best he can. “I’m fifteen,” Mikey grumbles, but settles down. “Ok, ok, how about we all just head to the kitchen and get the lil’ man something to eat?”

“I call dibs on baby duty while you two cook!” Leo scrambles up to hitch a ride on the Raph express. “Wait. Do we have anything safe for baby red sliders to eat? Donnie what can baby red sliders eat?” Donnie groans. “I guess I’ll make sure you three don’t accidentally poison him-” “Is that a possibility?” Leo squeaks. “- or something equally undesirable even though you’re all letting his adorable exterior lull you into a false sense of security.” “Donnie.” all three of his brothers say as one. “What? He’s vicious and he has you all wrapped around his finger!”

Donnie’s brothers ignore his perfectly reasonable dramatics to let Raph carry them to the kitchen while Raph chrrs back to Casey’s tiny chirps. With a final roll of his eyes Donnie rushes after them, clambering up on Raph’s free shoulder.

[Part 3]