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Turtle Rush Part 5

Hey everyone. Hope you’re enjoying this fanfic. Be sure to read it in order if you’re a bit lost in the plot. 

Stay safe, healthy, and in good spirits!

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[HIDDEN CITY]

“Get your fresh fish here~! Straight from the well’s mouth!”

“Organic leaping fruits! Put a pep in your step! Get them while they’re still springy!”

“Want to impress your lady? Then come down to our ancient jewelry! Where we treat every woman like a queen!”

As the markets of Hidden City bustles with shopkeepers and goods of all kinds, Dahlia trails to the forest. When reaching her destination in the deepest parts, she opens the bag and starts collecting whatever she can get her hands on.

‘These look great. Perfect for this season.’

Zip~

“This should be enough.”

Mayhem sits on her shoulders as they walk further down.

*Squeaking*

“I know you can teleport us there, but it’s been a while since my last visit. Let’s enjoy the view as we go. I’ll even let you snack on a few of these.”

Dahlia rubs his cheek as he meows with glee.

“You’ll like it there, Mayhem. It’s peaceful, quiet, and has the best—"

Rustle-Rustle~

“!?”

Mayhem snarls as Dahlia scans her surroundings.

RUSTLE~

The sounds become louder as she takes a fighting stance.

SHOOM!

“AAHHH!”

THUMP!

In a flash, someone flies into her, knowing each other down.

“Ugh~....”

“Augh, what in the—”

“Dahlia?”

Her head shoots up to see the younger terrapin.

“Michael?”

They stumble back on their feet.

“Where did...how did you...and why is there a rope tied to your waist?!”

Rustle—Rustle!

Just then, they see Leo2k3. 

“Mikey, there you are. I was...Dahlia?”

Seeing the shock on her face, his eyes shift to the weapon in his hand then back at her.

“I-I...let me explain—”

“Are you insane?”

Frustration takes over as she comes closer.

“I said I would handle this, and yet you go behind my back?!”

“Um, guys, this really isn’t the time to—”

“I know and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand by and do nothing! I want to help as much as you do!”

“That’s our mission too,” Mikey2k12 argues, “but I ain’t acting loco like you, homie! Let’s go back already and talk about this where it’s safe, please?”

“He’s right. You’re on the outskirts of the Hidden City. The wild here is just as dangerous and unpredictable as that sword you’re holding, you thief.”

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy here?”

“No duh, Mr. I-Know-Everything’.”

“Aren’t you just as upset as I am, Michael?! We’re stranded in another dimension and our only chance of getting back could be this! I had to try!”

“And you could’ve wound up in some whacko world with no oxygen, or in space, or...or...you get the idea!”

Unbeknownst to them, something lurks in the woods, circling the trio.

“You didn’t have to follow me!”

“But I did anyway! I throw myself into a portal to drag your sorry shell back to get you out of trouble! And that’s rich from someone who’s a screwup!”

“Enough! Both of you!”

The turtles turn away from each other.

“Nardo, I....I am disappointed that you...hah...but I’m not...I don’t hate you for this.”

She doesn’t see the confliction in his face.

“But you have to understand. This place and the one above...both are my home. I know them better than anyone. What you did was just dumb luck. If you hadn’t shown up here, you could’ve been in a worse situation where I or April, or—or your brothers wouldn’t be able to find you.”

Both turtles look to her as Mayhem hugs her neck in comfort.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing or how I’m gonna do it...but I’m not giving up. Right now, all I want is for you to give me a chance...and so far...you haven’t.”

“......”

SHAAA~

“...Um, guys...”

GRRR!

They gasp as a ten-foot lion appears. Two tails, crystal-pattern on its body and a glowing, red gemstone embedded in its chest.

“It’s that freaky creature again!”

“An Inferleon...here?”

FWIP!

“Look out!”

BAM!

“Ahh!”

Using her foot, she uses her powers to push the boys away.

CLANG!

“Ngh!”

She forms two spears to hold the beast’s paw in place.

“Dahlia, above you!”

FWOOM!

WHAM!

She backflips away in time before its tails take a whack at her.

“Is the portal you came from still open?!”

“It’s due east over there!”

ROOOOAAAR!!

“Well, what’re you waiting for!”

They make a run for it while dodging the yokai’s tails with each strike.

“What is that thing?!”

“An Inferleon! But they’re usually docile! Which one of you ticked it off!?”

“We didn’t! It just charged right at us!”

“I don’t wanna be cat food~!”

“There it is!”

Only twenty-feet away from the blue light as they run faster.

FWIP/AHH!

“Mikey!”

SNATCH/WOAH!

“Leo!”

Dahlia slides back when the beast coils its tails on each of them.

At the exact moment, the four turtles return to the lair to see their brothers holding onto ropes while a portal is open.

“What the shell?!”

“U-Uh, hey guys.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Woah!”

Raph2k12 feels a tug on his end of the rope and tries to pull back. Raph2k3 and Donnie2k12 help him while Leo2k12 and Mikey2k3 do the same for Donnie2k3.

“How long have they been gone?”

“Three minutes.”

“Then what’s keepin’ them from—ahh!”

WHIP/BAM!

All of a sudden, they get lifted up and hit the floor.

“Woah/Augh~!”

WHIP/WHAM!

“What—OW—is—OUCH—happening?!”

“How should—OW—I know—OOF!”

BAM!

“Augh, my shell!”

WHIP/SLAM!

Like themselves, Leo and Mikey are getting flipped back and forth by the beast.

Ringtone!

Just then, Dahlia gets a facetime from April.

Beep!

“Hey, April, can this wait for a moment?”

“Just checking on how y—WHAT THE WHAT IS THAT!?”

“AAHHH!”

SLAM!

“Long story! Gotta go!”

[Wait, what are—]

Bleep!

Dahlia quickly dials a number.

[Hello?]

“Raging Red, it’s me!”

[Dahlia?! Where—]

“When I say ‘now’ you pull on the ropes as hard as you can! Get Franken-Foot to help!”

[What are you gonna do?]

“Something stupid.”

Staying on call, Dahlia charges in.

SNARL!

BAM!

She leaps sideways and snags a fragment of the Inferleon’s crystals.

CLANKING!

FWIP/SLAM!

She forms chains strong enough to restrain the mystic lion down on its back. Landing on its chest, Dahlia heads for the firestone.

SHAA!

Dahlia creates a protective layer over her hands with larger ones.

FWOOM!

CRACKLE!

But when reaching out, a forcefield pushes her back.

“Dang it, should’ve known it repels magic,” she curses.

“Ugh~ I’m gonna be sick—ouch—woah!”

Biting her lip, Dahlia had only one thing to do.

“Sorry about this, big guy.”

Inhaling sharply, she plunges her bare hands onto the gem.

FSSSHHH!

“AAHHH~!”

“Dahlia/Dahlia, no!”

The agonizing pain is too much to bear, but her persistence grows as she uses all her strength.

CLANG!

ROOOAAAARRR!

The beast cries as the gem pulls out from its body and loses its tail grip on the turtles.

“Now, Raph!”

“PULL~!”

YANK!

The turtles, Franken-Foot, and Shelldon tug on the ropes as the brothers get pulled in.

FWOOM!

“(Both)DAHLIA!”

SWHING!

THUMP!

Leo2k3 and Mikey2k12 are now back in the lair as the portal disappears.

“Little bro!”

Raph2k12 collides into his youngest brother and helps him up.

“You alright, buddy?”

“Ugh...I won’t be riding rollercoasters for a while.”

“What happened? And where’s Dahlia?”

“Oh no! Dudes, she’s in trouble—we gotta go save her!”

Raph2k12 tries calling her, but only hears static.

“Aw, sewer apples, the line’s dead!”

“......Huff...”

A drop of sweat drips down Dahlia’s cheek. Her eyes glued to the Inferleon, its face only a foot away from hers as she is cornered into a wall. The beast breathes slowly as its fangs let out a menacing growl. Mayhem tries to shield Dahlia, but she holds him in place, not breaking eye-contact. She can sense it. His pain much stronger than her tarnished palms burnt by the stone she forcibly removed. It only makes her chest burn with anxiety, sadness, and remorse. Dahlia ducks her head, curling up with Mayhem in her lap. She prepares for the worst, and she knew she deserves it.

SLUMP~

But after a long, unbearable silence, Dahlia is stunned as the Inferleon lies on its belly in front of her. Relaxing herself, Dahlia leans forward as Mayhem jumps beside the lion. His behavior confused Dahlia. It’s as if it can read her thoughts and emotions. Slowly, she reaches out, watching his movements before he licks her hand, a low howl coming through his throat.

“...I’m sorry, too. I’m so sorry.”

Dahlia then remembers the gemstone and sees it lying on the side. Even if her palms, still feeling the fiery pain deep in her skin and numb to the touch, she knows what to do to make this right.

REOW~!

“...Mayhem? What’s wrong—”

SHOOM!

“Uh!”

TWIRL—TWIRL!

ROAR!

Out of nowhere, a giant net made of glowing strings ensnares on the Inferleon. Dahlia and Mayhem see a man. Or at least she thinks, till he came closer. Stripe patterns on the visible, glowing red-orange skin, wearing black leather with a pullover face-mask.

“Not bad, little lady. Even the wild beasts respect you.”

He twirls the net-gun and drops it back into its case.

Click

WHIRR~

The stranger uses a high-tech bubble to carry the gem inside as it magnetically pulls to his hand.

“Thanks for doing the job for me.”

The Inferleon snarls at the figure.

“So, you’re the one who forced him out of his cave.” 

“Wasn’t that difficult. Oh—(chuckles)sorry, where are my manners.”

The brunette pulls his mask down, revealing his face that appears merman-like as his golden eyes smile.

“I’m Jax. Your friends are already acquainted with us.”

“Figures they’d be a walking magnet for fellow clowns.”

“Aren’t you adorable.”

He tosses the orb a few times while walking sideways.

“Wish we could’ve met earlier. You would’ve made a great apprentice. But for now, I’m in the middle of something, so~...”

C-CLACK

BOOM!

With another gun, he opens a portal.

“Have fun playing catch-up.”

“Think again, fish-lips!”

Skid!

Dahlia gets on her feet and collides into him as they fall into the portal.

SHWING!

TUMBLE!

Next thing they know, they’re rolling into the middle of an abandoned construction site.

KICK!

“Ow! Hey, not cool!”

Dahlia chases after Jax as they jump from one steel column to the next till they stop halfway.

BOOM!

SHWING!

Jax escapes through a portal and reappears on the other side of the building.

FWOOM!

“Ngh!”

WHIRL!

Dahlia spins sideways to dodge the metal hoop and sees Hypno floating in the air.

“Hello again, my dear.”

“And goodbye!”

She runs ahead.

CLANG!

She’s cut off by Ghostbear and Meat-Sweats.

“Peek-a-boo, little mousie.”

“We have a reservation for one, runaway brunch.”

Dahlia raises her hand out, but feels a sharp twinge, forcing her to retract.

“Looks like you’re out of luck, lassie.”

However, Dahlia spots the rope flung over one column and a wheelbarrow of bricks. Her smirk changes quickly to shock and points down.

“Oh-mi-gosh, is that Guy Flambe eating pork risotto with Annihilation?”

“Huh/Que?”

💥👊🏼PUNCH/OOF!

Dahlia runs to the wheelbarrow and ties the rope onto the handle.

“You’re French toast, pest!”

KICK!

“AAHH!”

CRASH!

The impact makes them fall with the wheelbarrow.

WHOOSH!

Dahlia grabs the other end of the rope, despite the pain, pulling her up. She leaps off and keeps climbing to the top.

“Forgot about me?”

SWING/CLANG—CLANG!

She dodges the hoops, then finds herself heading for a ledge.

“Whew—okay, okay, you got this. One...”

CLANG!

“Dah~ three!”

BOING!

She manages to form coils onto her feet to bounce towards the other rooftop.

TUMBLE~!

“OW—OW—OW!”

POOF!

“...Ow.”

She hits a pile of cement sacks and slides down.

SHWING!

Reow!

“Mayhem!”

SWIRL/GRAB!

“Augh!”

Dahlia squirms as Meat-Sweats’ tendrils get ahold of her.

SHLOOP!

“Ngh...gah~!”

The glowing, green, blobs appear as it sucks out her energy.

“Struggling only makes it worse,” Meat-Sweats cackles, “but an ingredient who puts up a fight makes the flavor even more delectable.”

Mayhem lunges towards them.

TWIRL/SNATCH/WHIMPER!

“No!”

A high-tech bolas net traps him onto a pillar.

KA-THUMP!

Coming out of a portal are two more men appearing alien-like the same as Jax.

“Told ya I would knab the sucker, Colton.”

The dirty-blonde mohawk has sharp, pointed teeth that sneer with joy. He tosses the bow, and his redhead friend with goggles catches it with his tail.

“Not bad, Skeet. I give it an 8-point average.”

Once Dahlia no longer had the willpower, Meat-Sweats drops her to the floor.

“What shall we do with her, boss?”

They look to Jax, who sits on an isolated bench.  

“Dahlia/Where are you?!”

Jax sees the turtles outside the fence, his eyes glow eerie with intrigue. He gets up and walks forward.

WHOOSH~

A gust of wind blows his hood off, revealing dreadlocks that act like living tentacles as they hover over Dahlia.

“You boys go on ahead.”

SHWING/SHOOM!

Once the others disappear, Jax picks Dahlia up by her throat with one lock of his hair.

“Ugh...ah...”

She groans, could barely utter a word as her vision starts to blur.

“You made it this far, kid.”

A smile still lingers as his expression grows dark.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

TOSS~

A cold rush of air. 

WHOOSH!

Unexplained sounds fading. 

CRUMBLE~!

The night sky and the world around turn into a dark void.

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 CRASH!

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

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Death

It still didn’t feel real.Even after nearly a month of Michelangelo’s absence. Every time Casey would visit the lair he half expected a water balloon to the face. Any second now the movie would have to be paused because Mikey always made sure to get everyone during the saddest or most suspenseful part of any movie. Raph would always spring up from his seat and charge the orange banded turtle, Something was bound to get broken during the fray, usually it belonged to Donatello and that always meant that he would have to get involved. Leo would join in attempting to stop the chaos and before Casey knew it he would be alone on the couch and he’d eventually find himself joining in as well.

Or that’s what would have happened.But a water balloon was never thrown.

It was real.

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Turtle Rush Part 1

Hello~ everyone! As promised, I give you the first part of TURTLE RUSH. The second part will be on its way, but I hope you have time to read this story. As I stated before, I’ll upload artwork of panels, either ‘sketch or color’, whichever I have the time to finish, so be on the lookout. Anyway, feel free to ask me any questions regarding this story. Your feedback would really help me know on how I’m doing so far. Best regards to you and your loved ones. Have fun!

Stay safe, healthy, and in holiday spirits!

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[NEW YORK...]

Spring Break. A whole week off from school here in NYC. Now the first day, students charge out of campus like a stampede. From hitting the books to hitting the sandy beaches, partying, and just doing whatever they can within seven days of freedom. At least, for some of them.

Beneath the city and within the sewers lies the hidden lair of the turtles. Except this time, no turtle or rat to be found. Instead...

BRIIING!

Beep

“C-hello~.”

[Hey, Dahlia.]

“Hey, April. You coming over?”

[Yup! I am so ready for this!]

“Good, cause it’s kinda quiet around here.”

[Well, since the guys are finally taking that camping trip—]

“Survival training.”

[Right, right...which means somebody’s gotta watch the lair...which, I would totally do, but—]

“I know, you’ve got a ton of homework like I do and still looking for that perfect job. Y’know I can ask Hueso to have you fill in during the day.”

[Thanks, but I don’t want anything that could eat me, spit bodily fluids, or slip any funky, mystic junk that might explode. I don’t know how you do it, but you handle like a boss.]

“It’s what I do.”

[Anyway, I’m jealous you got a break three days earlier cause of...what was it again?]

“A school carnival incident. Let’s just say the board will be diving real deep into budget repairs.”

[Hey, so, I’m ten minutes away from a manhole. Go take a break and get something to eat]

“Sure, I’ll even bring back something later. Just let me tell my co-sitter. Oh, Shelldon~!”

WHIRL~

“You rang, dudette?”

The purple droid floats above her as she stands up.

“I’ll be back in a few. Mind turning on your safety protocol. Just in case.”

“No worries, Dahlia, I got this.”

Shelldon nudges his head into hers as she smiles, petting him.

C-CLANG!

Using an exit outside of town, she conjures her powers and forms a pair of wings to fly out.

FLAP—FLAP-FLAP—FLAP!

Dahlia closes her eyes and breathes the air in the night sky. Looking down, she gazes at the multicolored lights that give a glow to the city that never sleeps.

“Alright...which joint should I hit up? Chinese, Thai, Italian, seafood...or~ Lou-Mike-Toney-Tony’s Pizza like we usually do? Hmm...”

But her thoughts are interrupted when spotting colorful characters standing in the harbor.

“Hello~ what do we have here?”

FWOOM~

She glides slowly and lands behind a stack of shipping containers.

“What a delicious variety.”

“Muy Bueno...”

Peeking around, Dahlia sees none other than Hypno, Meat-Sweats, and Ghostbear circling around a pile of stolen goods, no doubt.

“I told you this villain retreat would be a mesmerizing idea,” Hypno implies.

“And a special bonus in defeating those pesky turtles,” Meat-Sweats smirks.

“(Whispers)What? No, that can’t be right...”

“Are we sure those were the turtles? They look, uh...different...”

“And many in numbers,” Ghostbears grunts, “one tried to bite my ear off like a squeaky toy.”

“Who cares. More food for an appetizing full-course turtle cuisine.”

The trio laughs, wickedly, not seeing Dahlia glance at the nearby shed.

“Sorry, April, but takeout will have to wait.”

Dahlia sneaks over to investigate.

C-Click...Creak~

Opening a window from the roof, she leaps down on the catwalk in pitch black darkness.

“Ugh...hiding someone in a dark room. Clique much?”

“Hey, get your elbow outta my face.”

“If you get yer’ foot off my foot, pipsqueak.”

“Say what!”

Suddenly, she hears voices and looks somewhere in the middle of the room. It’s hard to make out, but the silhouette of a rope is seen hanging from one end and a large net ensnaring people in.

“Enough, you two! We’re getting nowhere with you bickering for the past five minutes.”

“Dude, I’m cramping up here.”

“At least you’re not getting the blood rushed to your cranium.”

“Psst!”

“Shh, everyone shut up. I heard something.”

“Hey...hey you.”

“Who’s there?”

“Up here.”

Dahlia waves her arm, regardless of if they could or couldn’t see.

“Who are you?”

“My name’s Dahlia Shinzo. I’m here to help.”

“Finally!”

“Shhh~!!”

“Sorry.”

Using the material from the metal rail to form a knife. She jumps and lands above the net.

Bonk!

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, miss.”

“I’ll cut the—”

“Wait! Our weapons are right under us.”

Dahlia sees them, the blades especially pointing in their direction.

“Relax, I got this. Now hold still.”

“No, no, no, no—”

SLASH!

“AAAHHH!”

FWIP/CLATTER!

Dahlia forms a foot and extends downward to kick the weapons out from under.

THUMP!

Next thing they know, they’re on the ground with minor concussions. Dahlia leaps down in front of them.

“In all fairness, I did warn you.”

“Oh no, I love falling ten feet above ground and taking a shell to the face.”

“Again, sorry. Are you guys o...kay~...?”

Her words become lost as she stands there in shock once the moonlight shines through, revealing the captured victims. Once noticed, they all wide-eye each other. Until the taller one in orange nervously chuckles.

“Ah-ha-ha...hi...”

“I-I...you...what the what?”

“Don’t be scared/Don’t freak out, please.”

Dahlia shakes her head before sliding her fingers across her forehead.

“O-kay~ either I overworked myself, gone crazy, or I’m dead. Hopefully not crazy...”

“It’s, uh, not as bad as you think.”

“Seriously, Don? You think giant, talking—”

“Wait-wait-wait...what did you say?”

“Well, we’re...uh~...”

Dahlia gets closer to the gap-toothed one, making him feel uncomfortable as she circles around him.

“Um...this is...awkward, right? Anyone...?”

“Oh my Pisces...Donatello?”

“You...you know me?”

“You know us?”

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“No way.”

She looks at the others.

“Michelangelo?”

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“That’s me.”

“And me!”

“Raphael and...a-and Leonardo?”

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“That’s us.”

“...I knew it. I’ve gone nuts.”

BAM!

Everyone jumps from the door opening abruptly.

“Well, well, well...seems a little mouse is trying to steal our cheese.”

“What cheese? I see only those tortugas and small girl.”

“It’s an expression~ we’ve been over this. Just like the saying: ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’.”

“Now there’s animals falling from the sky?”

“No~ it’s—”

“Cats, dogs, mice, whatever! Let’s just batter and fry these pests on a—huh?”

In their rant, they now realize the teens have snuck out of the backway.

“Book it, people, let’s go!”

“What do ya think we’re doin’?!”

“No fair, I’ve got shorter legs than y’all!”

CRASH!

“Uwaaahh!”

The villains burst through the shed.

“Not so fast, missy!”

FWIP-FWIP—FWIP!

Hypno uses his color-changing scarf trick to lasso Dahlia.

“They got her!”

“I got this!”

Leo2k12 charges in.

“Leo, behind you!”

FWIP!

CLANG!

“It’s those flying hoops, yo!”

Ten of them form a barrier around Hypno and Dahlia.

Tap-Tap

“Huh?”

Donnie2k3 turns but doesn’t see anyone.

SHWING~

“Ahh!”

“Peek-a-boo, tortugas.”

“Donnie!”

CRUMBLE!

Raph2k3 pulls his brother just in time and swings his fist out.

WHIRR

But it goes right through his transparent body.

“Heh-heh-heh.”

“Augh~ shell.”

POW!

“Raph!”

Leo2k3 runs over after his brother hits a shipping cargo.

“Ugh~ forgot he can do that.”

“Seriously,” Mikey2k3 exclaims, “ghost powers, floating magic tricks, and an oversized cannibal pig?! What kind of mutants are they?!”

“The kind that’re kicking our butts...again. But not this time!”

“Wait, Raph, we need a plan.”

“Dudes~! We could use some help over here!”

Mikey2k12 gets their attention as he and his brothers try to break the barrier.  

“Looks like your act is all tied up, missy.”

“Subtle...but did you forget?”

CLANG~!

Using her powers, she forms two blades from the ground, cutting the fabric apart.

“The best performance—"

TWIRL—TWIRL—CLACK!

“—can come from improvising!”

“What the.../Woah~/She has super powers?!”

Ghostbear and Meat-Sweats jump beside Hypno.

“Take. Her. Out!”

ROAR!

SHWING!

Ghostbear disappears and reappears behind Dahlia.

FWOOM!

“Huh?!”

But she vanishes before he throws the first punch. (Ninja Stealth/Invisibility Lesson #3😉)

Fweet—Fweet~

The wrestler looks up at the sound of a whistle and sees Dahlia spin towards him.

💥KA-POW!!

“OOH~!”

THUMP!

“A double spin-kick to the face!”

“Girl’s got game.”

FLING!

CLACK/CLANG-CLANG/CLASH!

Hypno’s hoops swoop in from all directions and she repels with her swords.

“Your performance is exceptional, as always! A shame I have to draw the curtain down on it!”

“Wanna bet!”

SHWING~

The swords turn into a bow and arrow. With focus and precision, she has the targets in sight.

FFT!

SHOOM—SHOOM-SHOOM—SHOOM—SHOOM!

The arrow takes off, a thread hanging by the tail as it shoots through every hoop.

CLATTER!

With one pull, the hoops are tied up.

“RAAR!”

BAM!

Dahlia ducks, still having the hoops in her grasp as Meat-Sweats swings his giant meat-tenderizer.

“Those pesky turtles may be the main course, but your powers will make a wonderful dessert.”

“Sorry, but I think my flavor would burst that pork-belly of yours. Ever thought about going vegan?”

“Grr~!”

POUND!

Dahlia jumps as Meat-Sweats hammers a crater into the ground.

“Get ready, boys!”

“Ngh!”

FLAP!

Pushing herself off of the pig’s head, she soars up high.

Dahlia transfers a fraction of her powers down the thread .

SHACK!

Everyone gawks as she warps the hoops into a giant hook.

“Oh~ shallops...”

FWOOM!

“RETREAT~!!”

Screaming in terror, the villains could only run ten feet as the hook snatches them up.

WHIRL!

“WHOAAA—AAA—AAHHH!”

With enough spin, Dahlia finishes things off with one swing.

FLICK!

“UWAAAA~!!”

💦💦SPLASH!💦💦

Dropping the trio along the waterfront.

GURGLE—GURGLE!

SPURT~!

“Ugh/Ooh.../Cough-Cough~!”

“Hah...I hate those pests.”

While the villains wash their pain and shame in the harbor, the others escape into the sewers, with Dahlia leading.

“That was epic,” Mikey 2k12 cheers, “you’re like a superhero, girl!”

“Are you part mutant or somethin’,” Raph 2k3 questions.

“Half-human. The other half is yokai.”

“Wait, you’re a yokai?”

“Are there more of you,” Donnie 2k3 asks.

“Yokai have been in this world for generations. Mystical powers, magic, you name it. But as far as I know, I’m the only half-breed of my kind.”

“No wonder you were owning that fight,” Mikey 2k3 grins, “you got some next-level skills, dudette.”

BRING~!

Dahlia takes out her phone.

“Oh crud, it’s April.”

“As in, O’Niel,” Raph 2k12 questions.

“I’m assuming you guys have one of your own, too?”

“Think of us as parallel universe versions,” Donnie 2k12 implies.

Beep!

“Hey, you.”

[You on your way, Dahlia? I got some pizza as backup if all the joints are booked.]

“Thanks, April.”

Dahlia eyes the turtles before awkwardly smiling to herself.

“I hope you bought extra...I think we’re gonna have a long~ night.”

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

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Turtle Rush Part 8

Hi guys! Thanks for your support! Here’s the next chapter in ‘Turtle Rush’. Hope you like it. Stay safe, healthy, and in ghostly spirits!

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[New York, 8:35 pm...]

BLAAAAARRRREEE!!

“Move it, already!”

HONK—HONK~!

DING!

“Order up!”

“And so I was, like—and then, you know...”

As the city that never sleeps continues its nighttime entertainment, it’s oblivious to those who are about to change the course of everything.

“Is everyone in position?”

[East wing reporting, Jax. Meat-Sweats and I are on point. Skeet?]

[West wing, here. I’m with the abominable bear ready and waiting.]

[I’m Ghost-Bear, not a bomb!]

[I said a-bo-mi-na-ble, ya moron! Or do you have trouble hearing through that old rag you call a mask?]

[Come te atreves, cara de pezscado apestoso! (How dare you stinky fish face!)]

[Speak—not spit, you overgrown furball!]

[Here we go/Ridiculous...]

Jax groans while signing off his communicator. He then turns to Hypno.

“Did you memorize the incantation?”

“Fear not, my lad.”

The mutant gestures to the symbol drawn on the rooftop they stand in.

“This ritual you set up is quite impressive. And with the gemstone from that ferocious lion you snatched, it will enhance the spell’s energy force to spread over the entire city. Uh, speaking of which...don’t you think one of us should be guarding it? No doubt those presumptuous turtles will return.”

“I need you to assist me in casting the spell. Besides, Colton planted an electrocuted forcefield as an extra measure.”

Jax looks to the sky where the moon is nearly at its peak.

“Begin the ritual.”

“Right-o, boss. Oh, I can’t wait to tell Warren when he gets back from the newsreel convention.”

WHIIIIRRRR~

Hypno warps his magic as it transfers to the symbol, giving off an eerie afterglow. While their plan is in motion, another has already begun the moment they stepped foot on city grounds.

FWOOM~

KA-THUNK!

“How’s it going, guys? Talk to me.”

[Team-B, reporting, other April. We’re heading for the east point.]

[Dudes~ they’re glowing! Creepy glowing stuff is never good!]

[Calm down, shell-fer-brains. Team-C, here...we’re almost at the west wing.]

“Does everyone know the plan?”

[Stop the bad guys from finishing the spell.]

[And if that fails?]

[Stall long enough for the others to get here in time.]

“They’re already on their way. And so are we.”

April turns to Leo2k12 and Draxum, a.k.a., Team-A.

“Think you can break that barrier Drax?”

“Child’s play, O’Neil.”

“We’ll distract Jax while you do,” L2k12 advises.

“Then, let’s go bust some fishmen! Team April on the move!”

“Wait, that’s why you wanted us to be Team-A?”

FWIP!

All teams head for their targets, unaware that their friends have just arrived through an unusual exit from the Hidden City.

CREAK~

Dahlia looks around before looking back down.

“All clear.”

She gets out of the dumpster before the others climb up by a rope.

“Ugh...can’t exits look more like an exit?”

“Try getting spat out of a mystic book. Are the comms’ ready, Donato?”

“Just need to link to the others’ communication devices and...”

Beep!

“Got it!”

“Nice work, Don.”

“Wooooaaahh...”

Mikey2k12 gets their attention as they see the sky turn a different color, a beam of light connecting to the gemstone.

“They’re already halfway through the ritual.”

“Not for long. Let’s go smash those overgrown sardines.”

“Raging Red, you’re on the west wing. Michael, you take the east. Donato, you help Draxum take down the barrier. Get the gemstone, and the spell will break.”

“With these new mystic gloves Brutus and I built, it should withstand the high temperature levels of the firestone to retrieve with minimal damage.”

“Blue and I will head for the south where Jax is.”

“Not ‘Nardo’ anymore,” L2k3 jokes.

“Meh, it gets old fast,” Dahlia shrugs.

They put on their ear-comms and ready their weapons.

“We’ve got a city to save.”

“Michael...do the honors.”

“Booyakasha!”

FWOOM!

CLANG—CLANG!

“Hah! Is that the best ya got, frog boy?”

Skeet dodges Raph2k3’s attack.

“That’s ‘turtle’ ta you, ya overgrown shrimp!”

“Ya got that right!”

FWIP-FWIP-FWIP!

KICK/OOF!

A swift kick in the face sends Skeet stumbling as Raph2k12 swoops in.

“Did I miss the fun?”

“Nah, we’re just warming up. Right big guy?”

“Buddy~!”

GRIP/ACK!

Franken-Foot brings Raph2k12 into a bone-crushing hug.

“G-Good to see you too, buddy. But you know who else needs a hug?”

Pointing his thumb to Skeet, Franken-Foot laughs with glee.

“Hey, what the—AHH!"

CRUSH!

“G-Get off me, you stupid paperweight!”

Both Raph’s fist-bump as the giant origami squeezes him relentlessly.

“SURPISE~!”

SHAA!

R2k3 pulls his doppelganger in time before Ghostbear lands a punch.

“Coming atcha!”

CLANK/WHIRL!

M2k3 links his nunchucks with M2k12’s, swinging him over his shoulder.

“Wuaahhh!”

SMACK/URGH!

Colton runs right into Meat-Sweats, sending both crashing into a ventilator.

“Awesome entrance, lil’ me!”

“High-three!”

“Hey dudes,” Shelldon cuts ins, “hate to break up the celebration but...”

WHIRRR~

“Uhh/Aw, snap.”

Their faces pale when Colton brings out the big guns.

C-CLACK/WARP/CLANG/SHACK!

Literally.

“HIT THE DIRT!”

⚡PHEEEEWWW!

UWAA/DAHH/AAHHH!

💥KABOOM!💥

At the center of it all, both Donnie’s and Draxum work on disabling the barrier.

“This thing is like ‘Fort Knox’ tight,” D2k12 grunts.

“Any invention could have a technicality with just one slipup,” D2k3 advises, “there has to be a vulnerable point in the—"

“Ahem.”

Coughing, Draxum snaps them out of their calculating process.

“Does that count?”

Pointing his thumb, they see the oval-shaped plaque lodged in one of the rails.

“Give us a boost.”

Draxum uses his chlorokinesis to summon a vine and lifts the Donnie’s up. Reaching the plaque, Donnie2k3 uses a screwdriver to unlatch the top. However, it reveals an empty black screen. No buttons, no wires, no nothing.

“...That’s it?!”

“A high-tech security system I’ve ever seen...but what triggers the discharge?”

“Well, we can’t press any codes.”

“Voice activation?

“Fingerprints?”

That’s when the answer stares straight at them. By a mere reflection.

“(Unison)Face recognition!”

“Mikey! Mikey—come in!”

[Little busy, D!]

SLICE—SLASH!

M2k3 ducks Colton’s laser sword while M2k12 hangs on to Shelldon as Meat-Sweats chases them.

[Listen. You need to get Colton to us.]

“And that’s a good thing—why?”

SLICE!

M2k3 goes stiff as a board, nearly escaping the retractable chainsaw in front of him.

[The barrier is facial recognition. We need Colton to disengage it.]

“How are we supposed to get him up there,” Mikey2k12 exclaims, frantically.

[Just do what you do best.]

“Eat a dozen pizzas in five minutes?”

“Skate on top of the Brooklyn Bridge?”

[Annoy the shell out of everyone!]

“Now—that—we’re the experts on!”

“Let’s do this, brah!”

WHAM!

“Urgh!”

RATTLE!

“I gotcha Leon!”

April swerves left and swung her baseball bat sideways.

CLUNK!

“Oh no.”

TOSS/WOAH!

“April!”

WHIP!

“Ngh!”

Leo2k12 and April get caught in Jax’s dreadlock tentacles.

“My associates and I made it this far.”

WHIRL—BLAM!

He slams them onto a water tower. No swords or bats can cut, bruise, or even make a dent on the indestructible hairs.

“I’m not going to let a bunch of kids get in our way.”

“Wanna bet!”

💥KAPOW!

Out of nowhere, Dahlia and L2k3 barge in, riding on the muscle-version of Fable as he swats Jax like a mosquito. Free from the entanglement, L2k12 and April run to their friends.

“You made it!”

“How are you feeling Dahlia?”

“Better than ever. Now we just n—"

“Look out!”

BLAM!

Jax jabs two of his impenetrable dreadlocks towards them.

“April! Leon! You got Hypno!”

“Gotcha, girl!”

FWOOM!

L2k3 lunges towards Jax.

“Haven’t you learned your lesson back in the forest?”

“I did!”

⚔SLASH!

WARP!

The terrapin leader shocks his enemy as he disappears into a portal.

WARP!

KER-BLAM!

Then reappearing from behind.

SLIDE!

Jax tumbles, but gets back on his feet, facing L2k3 with the o-dachi in hand.

TWIRL~

A low toss of the weapon forces Jax to jump sideways.

CLANG!

Right when Dahlia grabs the blade and swings.

WARP/FZZT/SHACK!

SHOOM!

Three portals open as metal pillars fly out.

CLANG/URGH!

WARP!

Jax gets pushed into another portal, before getting pinned on the ground below. Dahlia and L2k3 high-five/three. April and L2k12 hoot to them after binding Hypno’s hands and legs together.  

“Nice moves, guys!”

“Got a few pointers from her.”

“Naturally. Considering you’re the one who got us into that mess.”

“Fair enough.”

[Ringtone]

“C-hello~.”

[Yo, Dahlia! Get a load of this!]

On facetime, Shelldon points the camera where both Mikey’s are performing a comical fight.

[C’mon, piggy, piggy! Try and catch me!]

[Hold still so I can dice you!]

[Keep dreaming, potbelly porkchop!]

[I fought an overgrown sushi that moves faster than you, fishpaste!]

[That’s Colton to you!]

[At least he had a cooler villain name!]

[Why you—]

WHACK!

The four cringes but chuckle when Meat-Sweats swings his tenderizer hammer at Colton instead.

[Got him/Aw, yeah!]

“Nice job, wild cards.”

[Gotta make a delivery run! Later girl!]

Beep!

“We better get a move on, too.”

RUMBLE!

Suddenly, the sound of thunder roars in the skies.

⚡CRACKLE!⚡

A flash of lightning strikes the gem.

SHOO—SHOO—SHOO!

Three beams of light shine onto each symbol they stand in.

SHAAA~

The civilians look up, witnessing the glowing green fog that fills the night.

SHAA—SHAA!

That’s when things take a turn for the worse. The particles of the fog fly around like balls of fire.

WARP/AHH/WARP/GASP/WARP!

Like spirits, they possess the bodies, causing them to scream uncontrollably.

“Nice try, kids.”

Jax climbs up, dusting himself off before freeing Hypno.

SHATTER!

The teens watch as people break into shops stealing items, destroying property, and even fighting each other.

“What’s happening?”

“They’re going berserk.”

“The Subpoena of Madness.”

SHAA!

Dahlia disappears then reappears in front of Jax, grasping the hem of his coat.  

“How did you get that spell?!”

“When you travel from one dimension to another, you find secrets in many strange places.”

WARP!

“Hey/Dahhh!”

WARP!

“Gasp/Woah!”

Using his magic, Hypno traps April and the turtles in bubbles, floating midair.

“That spell is too much for amateurs to handle,” Dahlia warns.

“Why do you think I brought the hippo?”

“You don’t understand! The more the fog spreads, it won’t be long till—”

SHAA!

“Gasp!”

WHOOSH!

“Dahlia/Mr. Jax!”

That’s when they’re hit by the green mist, pulling them apart.

“Dahh/Urk/Ahh!”

The same happens to the sea creatures and mutants, and the others are free from their magic prison.

Dahlia stumbles to get up.

“D-Draxum...find them.”

“You’ve been infected. I have to—”

“There’s no time! Mayhem!”

“Wait—no!”

SWOOSH!

The mystic yokai portals him and Draxum to who knows where.

BA-DUMP!

“Ack...u-urgh...”

But then, a surge of energy stirs in Dahlia. Her heart races, hands tremble, flashes of colors disorienting her vision.

SCHULP/SHOOM!

“GYYAAAHHH!!”

BAM/CLATTER/CRUMBLE!

All of a sudden, her powers burst like wild fire, lashing out at everything.

“Dahlia, stop!”

“April, what’s wrong with her?!”

“She told me about this spell. This doesn’t just bring chaos and destruction; it turns you into the worst version of yourself. She must be having one of her past episodes as a kid when she couldn’t control her powers.”

“Snap out of it, Dahlia!”

“You’re gonna hurt yerself, kid!”

“Wait—what’s she doing?”

Despite the struggles, Dahlia raises her arm up, with a vine of her powers forming behind her.

“Don’t—”

THWACK!

The back of her neck is struck, and she falls face-down. Her powers slowly diffuse.

“Dude! I-Is she—”

“It’s okay, Mikey, she knocked herself out on purpose. Now we can—"

ROAR/SCREECH/RAAA!

The villains cut them off, but they aren’t in the right mind. behaving like savages. 

“Aw, snap—I forgot about them!”

“Any ideas?!”

“Yeah...RUUNNN!”

CRASH!

“Grab her!”

WHIRL—WHIRL!

By April’s orders, Frankenfoot extends his arm and carries Dahlia.

“Get ready to jump!”

“From here?!”

“We don’t have a choice!”

RUMBLE!

“Now!”

SCREEEEEECCCHH!

“AAHHHH~!!”

They plunge over the edge.

🚨BLAARRREE!!

KA-THUNK!

Suddenly, they’re spotted by a giant vehicle riding its way in.

“Huh/Gasp/Woah!”

RATTLE!

“Dahh/Ahh!”

A chain lasso and pulls everyone into the metal behemoth.

THUMP!

The turtles groan in pain while April quickly stands up.

“About time you guys.”

“C’mon, April, y’know we like to make a grand entrance.”

Both dimensional versions gawk at their third doppelgangers.

“What do you know,” L2k18 smirks, “even in other worlds, I still got my ruggish good looks.”

“Dude...”

“Yeah, no kiddin’.”

“Woah~ cool!”

M2k12 circles R2k18, awestruck. Though not aloud, R2k12 felt a little envious and intimated by his other self’s stature.

“He’s twice as big and buff as you are, bro! I bet he benches a truck, yo!”

“Ehehe...you’re still the same ‘Mikey’ alright.”

R2k18 awkwardly pats the smaller Mikey’s head. Meanwhile, D2k3 and D2k12 marvel at the interior tech installed.

“This is magnificent.” 

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“The old Turtle Tank has its charm,” L2k18 comments.

“Look, D’, this Donnie’s got a gap like mine. We’re twinsies!”

KA-SHACK!

M2k18 takes a snapshot of him and D2k12.

“Um, if you’re done, we need to—”

“Omi-gosh—Dahlia!?”

“Who?! Where is she?! Out of the way!”

D2k18 pushes past everyone and gasps Dahlia in Franken-Foot’s arms. From the way his face drops, his brothers have a bad feeling about this.

C-Click!

“Uhh, Donnie...?”

“What are—"

SHACK/FLARE/VRRR/CLANG!

“Woah, woah—easy Don!”

R2k18 shields everyone when his brother activates the lethal protocol on his tech-bo.

“Alright, fess up! Which one of you posers got her into this mess?!”

“Woah~ this Donnie’s got issues.”

“You’re first, mister know-it-all!”

“Dahh, not the face!” 

“Will you relax,” April huffs, “she got hit by that mystic fog and lost control.”

D2k18 narrows his eyes as he disengages his staff before giving them a stern warning. He then turns to Franken-Foot and grabs Dahlia. The shift makes her grumble before her eyes open.

“Dahlia...‘Lia, it’s me...”

Staring back, her eyes widen in shock.

“Don...”

“Thank Galileo. You okay?”

“I...I think so.”

“Good.”

GRIP!

“BECAUSE YOU GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!!”

D2k18 shakes her shoulder then paces around the tank.

“First getting lost in the middle of the woods, followed by the engine’s explosion, marooning us, then—”

As he rants like a madman, Dahlia hears someone clear their throat and looks to D2k12. He bobs his head over to his frantic opposite, and she catches on to his message of encouragement.

“—not to mention the constant jibber jabber of your dumb-dumb brothers doing their dumb-dumb stuff when they’re supposed to be—"

GLOMP!

D2k18 is cut off when Dahlia tackles him with her arms around his neck to pull him down.

💜💋SMOOCH~💋💜

Everyone reacts differently as they witness the romantic kiss scene. Knowing things have calmed down, Dahlia leans back, giggling at D2k18 who’s over the moon.

“I missed you too, Donnie.”

A genuine smile appears as D2k18 holds her by the waist, bringing them closer.

“Aww~...I knew this moment would come.”

“Finally! This secret was getting on my nerves. Y’know he was actually gonna ask y—mph!”

D2k18’s spider shell extends one arm to cover his obnoxious twin’s blabbering mouth.

“Ahem!”

From the driver’s seat, Draxum and Splinter give a smug look their way.

“Uh~ dad, I...we were just, um...”

“What took you so long? I was beginning to think purple would never stop rambling on about you, even in his sleep.” 

“Dad!/Hehe...”

“So~ what now,” M2k3 asks, “we got a whole city full of people going loco.”

“We just need to recapture Colton,” L2k12 advises, “so we can take down the barrier and grab the stone.”  

“And just how are we gonna do that,” R2k3 argues, “in case ya hadn’t noticed, we got our shells kicked. Again.”

“Man, we’re really off our game.” 

“We’ll need more firepower.”

“But who can we get on short notice?”

“I think it’s time to execute Plan N.”

“Ohhh boy.”

“Not Plan N!”

“You promised you wouldn’t unless it was an emergency!”

“And this doesn’t count?”

“What’s Plan N?”

SCREECH!

Everyone yelps when the tank comes to a halt.

“Augh—a little warning next time, Drax.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“We have company.”

They walk over to the wide pan windshield, the headlights shining on the stranger.

“Who...is that?”

“It can’t be...”

“Something wrong?”

But to Dahlia and Donnie, they’re all too familiar.

“...Artio?”

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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Turtle Rush Part 3

Hey guys! I’m back with another chapter to Turtle Rush. Again, drawings will be included as, either sketch or colored finish panels, so be on the lookout for reblogs of this series. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Stay safe, healthy, and in good spirits!

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>>>>>>>NEXT DAY>>>>>>>

BIP-BIP—BIP...BIP-BIP—BIP!

“...Mm...”

Opening her eyes, Dahlia hears the alarm on her phone. She slowly reaches for her phone and turns it off. Reading the lock screen, it’s 8 in the morning.

Rustle~

She sits up, stretching her arms out and yawns.

“Aw man...I had the weirdest dream—”

💥CLATTER/CRASH!

Before she could finish, she runs out of the spare room on the top floor and into the middle-deck. Following the sound, she finds the kitchen a mess, supplies and boxed food piled across the room.

Clunk-Clunk!

“Ahh~ help me! I’m drowning in delicious food!”

“O-kay~ it’s not a dream...”

Dahlia quickly reaches in and pulls Mikey2k12 out.

“What are you doing?”

“I, uh, got hungry so I thought I’d make breakfast for me and everyone.”

Bonk!

A cereal box plops on his head, making him chuckle sheepishly.

“You can leave the cooking to me while you wake everyone up. Deal?”

“Like a turtle do! Be right back!”

She laughs as Mikey2k12 skips out of the kitchen.

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[Moments Later...]

SLICE!

FSSH~

Chop-Chop-Chop-Chop-Chop

From the table, the turtles watch as Dahlia cooks eggs, bacon, and fluffy pancakes. When finished, Dahlia puts everything on the counter.

“Dig in, guys.”

“Yes/Thank you~!”

Dahlia goes to the sink to wash the dishes while everyone eats. While doing so, she keeps thinking to herself about these strange events.

‘So...theories become reality. Then again, we’re practically living proof of things we never thought existed.’

Her hands become still in the running water, wondering if she’s not going in over her head in this dilemma.

“(Whispers)Just get a move on!”

“(Whispers)Alright, I got it.”

Hearing someone come, she continues her duties. Though without eye-contact, she can tell who it is by their voice.

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey Leonardo.”

“You can call me Leo if you want. Need some help?”

“Uh...sure. You wash, I’ll rinse.”

Dahlia slides over and hands Leo2k3 a sponge.

C-Clink

“... ...”

“... ...”

“Psst!”

Leo2k3 looks over his shoulder and sees his brother Raph make a face with arms crossed. Leo deadpans, raising his brow-line before turning back.

“Dahlia...”

“Yeah?”

“I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I didn’t even thank you yet for saving us.”

“Don’t worry about it, Leo. I’m sorry for making you sleep in the living room, but with the guys and Splinter gone, I don’t want anyone touching their stuff.”

“It’s alright. Mind if ask something?”

“Shoot.”

“What are they like? The other us.”

“Oh, well...Raph is the oldest. He’s not as hot-tempered as those Raphael’s, but he’s got the heart of a leader with full support and encouragement as he is overprotective.”

“And the other me?”

“Easy: he’s rebellious, charismatic, carefree, and a joke-loving maniac.”

“Sounds like Mikey.”

“Well, that too, but Mikey has his savage moments.”

“Raph-level savage,” Leo2k3 jokes.

“Not sure,” Dahlia snickers, “but he is straight-to-the-point and often snaps if you’re not careful. But he does have a similar tooth-gap like that other Donnie over there.”

“What about—"

“Donnie-boy? Hah!...he’s full-on sassy, reckless, sometimes emotionless, and obsessed science kind of guy. And since he and Leo are twins, they’re always on each other’s case.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said they’re our polar opposites,” Leo2k3 laughs.

“...Leo...April and I will do everything we can to get you back to your real home. I promise.”

“Thank you, Dahlia. Truth be told, my brothers and I have been in this situation before.”

“Really?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised.”

They dry their hands after finishing.

“Hey, Dahlia! There’s a note on this cupboard for you!”

Dahlia comes over to grab the note and read it aloud.

“Dear Dahlia...I restocked some of your favorite ice cream in the fridge. If you need the first-aid, there’s one in the shelf. If any bad guys or creeps follow you at night, take Shelldon with you. I also got you extra pillows and blankets in your room. You can even borrow that giant stuffed bear you got me last year on my birthday to snuggle with.”

Both Mikey’s snicker in the background, much to both Raph’s dismay.

“Don’t overwork yourself and just relax. We’ll see you soon...Love, Raph and the Mad Dogs.”

“Who’s the Mad Dogs?”

“That’s what we call ourselves.”

“You even get a cool team name? Lucky!”

“Better than mighty mutants.”

Leo2k12 frowns at Raph2k12’s smirk.

“I knew Raph was a big softie,” Mikey2k3 leers, mischievously, “got any other hobbies besides, knitting, Raphie~?”

“Yeah...”

Pound—Pound!

“Punching.”

“HAAAH!”

ZIP!

“C’mere, Mikey! Take it like a turtle!”

They watch the older-looking brothers run around the room.

LATCH!

“AHH/HEY!”

CLUNK!

Taking a fall, they realize something wrapped around their ankles. Dahlia walks up as they’re being lifted up by her powers.

“Did I also mention that the brothers usually support each other without minimal, judgmental violence involved?”

Eventually, she lets them free.

“But if you’re not convinced, I’ll let Franken-Foot do the talking.”

“Franken—who now?”

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[Moments Later...]

SQUEEZE~

“Buddies~!”

CRUSH!

“Ooh/Urgh!”

Dahlia watches in amusement as the origami-ninja has every turtle in a bone-crushing hug.

“Ack!...O-Okay...we get it.”

“I’m sorry...you want another hug? You heard it buddy. Give ‘em some more love.”

The patchwork laughs with glee as he tightens his hold on them.

“For a ball of paper he’s—urgh...got one heck of a grip.”

“Can’t...feel...face.”

“Pay attention, cause I’m only gonna say this once: Sure, playful bantering is fine, but if you get serious on me with all this physical...mental...emotional drama...I will whoop you all the way down to the Hidden City. Capeesh?”

“W-We promise, Dahlia.”

“Swear it on my own shell.”

“...Meh, good enough.”

Snap!

THUMP!

With one nonverbal command, Franken-Foot lets them go as they breathe like their life depended on it.

WHIRR~

That’s when Shelldon glides in.

“We’re up and ready to go, Dahlia!”

“Perfect timing.”

“What’s going on?”

“Since you’re stuck here for a while, you can hang out in the lair until I get back.”

“From where?”

“Shopping. I’m gonna need some of you to go on recon with me during the day to find the information we need. So, you’ll need some new threads to go incognito. Shelldon, get their measurements.”

“On it!”

FWIP!

“Hey!”

ZIP!

“Haha—that tickles!”

The android zooms up, down, left, right, all around using a tape measure and his scanner.

“Calculating now.”

Bleep...Bloop...Bleep...DING~!

“Measurements complete. All good to go.”

He gives her a piece of paper.

“Thanks, Shelly. Keep an eye on these ‘troublemakers’.”

“Can do.”

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble for us,” says Donnie2k3.

“I don’t mind. There’s this new store I’ve been dying to check out, anyway. Well, brb with the duds, boys. Don’t break anything.”

“Cross our shells.”

Dahlia waves her hand out as she leaves through a tunnel. Shelldon floats in front of the turtles.

“Alright, my bros, let’s get this party started.”

“Whoo~ I’m all in for the arcade!”

“Count me in! What do you say, little me, one-on-one on the Carlynator?”

“Oh, it’s on, yo! Get ready to eat my dust!”

“I’m gonna stay out ‘ere and workout,” Raph2k3 says, “hey, short-stack, feel like you’re up for some sparrin’?”

“Hey, I can still kick your butt no problem.”

“Heh, we’ll see about that.”

Leo2k3 glances at the shorter him, points his thumb out and receives a nod that they’re thinking the same thing.

“What about you, Donnie?”

“I don’t know,” Donnie2k3 shrugs, “maybe read some books?”

“It’s in Donnie’s lab over there.”

Shelldon points one propellor to the door.

“Great,” Donnie2k12 smiles, “we can hang out in there—”

“Woah~ hold on, dudes. You don’t wanna do that.”

“Why not?”

Shelldon uses his head to bounce a ball up and send it to the front entrance.

C-Clack

🔪SLASH!

“(Unison)Gasp!”

💥BLAM!

“AHH!”

🔥🔥FLARE~!🔥🔥

“Holy chalupa/What the shell?!”

They gawk as the ball is reduced to million pieces of ash.

“Well...in that case...hey Mikey! Let’s make it a team round!”

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[Hours Later...]

FWIP!

“Hah!”

“Ngh!”

FLIP!

THUMP/URGH!

“Haha~ gotcha again, short-stack.”

“Oh~ snap! Total beat down for the twentieth time, bro!”

“Shut it, Mikey!”

Raph2k3 steps back as Raph2k12 gets up from the ground. Across from them, the Leo’s are still sparring, not showing any signs of backing off.

“Not bad, little me.”

“Well, I am you, technically.”

FWIP!

GRAB!

Leo2k12 grips his alter-ego’s arm and gets him off balance by swinging him over his shoulder.

WHIRL!

“Ahh!”

TUMBLE!

But Leo2k3 takes him down as well and locks him with a joint-lock.

“You’re right...we are alike. But a little more technique next time, okay?” 

“Ugh...noted.”

“Good hustle, guys.”

“Thanks, Don.”

“And how’s our Donnie doing?”

“Still trying to find a solution?”

“Well, no one said it would be easy,” Donnie2k12 implies, “I’ve tried calculating every possible way, but...”

“Aw man, I hate when there’s a ‘but’ in a sentence.”

“We could track those robbers and get one of their ray guns.”

“I see,” Donnie2k3 hums, “if we could get our hands on one, then we might be able modify it and send us back to our worlds. “

“Great. There’s just one problem: we’re still marooned ‘ere.”

“Taller me has got a point.”

“Oh, then what do you suggest?”

“Something that isn’t as crazy as your screwball idea.”

“Seriously? Do you really need to—”

“I’m back, guys!”

They turn to a tunnel and see Dahlia coming out.

“Hey, girl, how was the—woah, what are those?!”

Mikey2k3 points at the small, pudgy creatures holding shopping bags like she is.

“Oh, sorry. This is my familiar, Fable.”

SWISH—SWISH—SIWSH!

Fable’s body doubles disperse, and he stands in front of Leo2k12, shaking his hand.

“Um...nice to meet you, Fable.”

“Aw~ he’s so cute.”

“Oh, he’s not just cute.”

SHLUP~

The turtles watch as Fable turns into a thin, tall version.

“He’s also good in a tight jam.”

SHLUP!

The familiar then turns into his muscular form.

“Woah-ho-ho! Now that’s cool!”

“Thanks, little buddy. Get some rest.”

SHAA~

Fable disappears into thin air.

“I thought April would’ve helped you with shopping.”

“She’s currently on the hunt for a job. Again. Anyway...”

Dahlia puts the bag in front of everyone and picks one up.

“To make this easy on us, I’ll give you guys some nicknames; less confusing. That cool?”

“Sure/Alright.”

“I’ll start with the shorter turtles. Michael, this one’s yours.”

“Sweet~!”

Mikey2k12 grabs it and hugs Dahlia.

“For you, you’re more of a Leon to me. Hope I got the right fit.”

“Thank you, Dahlia,” Leo2k12 bows.

“What about me?”

“Hmm...you do have certain traits different from Raph’s...how about Red Rover?”

“🤨...”

“I’m kidding,” Dahlia laughs, “let’s call you Raging Red.”

“Meh, works for me.”

Raph2k12 fist-bumps Dahlia and takes the bag before the gap-toothed turtle comes up.

“I don’t think Donald is the right one for you, so let’s use his codename: Purple Rain.”

“Not the worst thing I’ve been called. Thanks.”  

“Okay, you’re up tall ones.”

“What’s my nickname? I bet it’s totally rad.”

“Hmm...I’m thinking either Angelo or—”

“I’ll take it! Thanks, sweet-cheeks!”

Mikey2k3 swiftly takes his bag.

“Donnie?”

“Right here.”

“How do you feel about the name ‘Donato’?”

“Well...Donato is another variation of Donatello. I like it.”

Leo2k3 steps up.

“Not sure if you can find one for me.”

“Don’t be so sure Leo...or should I say....Blue-nardo.”

“Pfft!”

Leo2k3 frowns at his brothers’ snickering.

“Or~ I could call you Blue Bishop.”

The blue-clad thinks on that before cringing a little.

“As less corny as that sounds, I’ll take the first one.”

“You sure? I was just trying to get back at you but—”

“Let’s just say it reminds me of someone we had history with.”

“If you say so.”

“Hope ya got a better one for me.”

“Don’t worry~, I gotcha covered...Red King.”

“A leader and a cool alias? This other Raph’s got it made.”

Dahlia playfully chuckles at that remark.

“I call the bathroom! See ya slowpokes!”

“Hey, don’t hog it all to yourself!”

“We’ll try them in the living room.”

“While you’re doing that, I’ll get lunch ready. Does sandwiches sound good?”

“Sure, we—”

“Hey, Dahlia!”

“Yes, Angelo?”

“What’s a sword doing in the bathroom?”

“A what in the where now?”

Dahlia runs up the skate-ramp and leaps onto the second floor, then uses her powers to give an extra boost to the top. Rushing over, her face drops when seeing the weapon in Mikey2k3’s hand.

“I-I...y...t-that—URGH~!”

The guys watch as she lets out a frustrated yet forced chuckle as her eye twitches.

FWIP!

Swiping the sword, she storms a few feet away and dials the number.

BEEP~

[Ola~ you reached Neon Leon. You know the drill.]

BEEP~

“Hey, Leo, it’s your karaoke buddy calling. Hope you’re doing okay and not bored out of your mind, buuu~t maybe this will perk you up when I say—I’M GONNA TURN YOU INTO A TURTLE KEBAB! If you don’t know what I mean, you’ll soon find out...if you live to see it! 🎵Props to your brothers and dad—okay, bye~.”

Hanging up, she doesn’t see the tiny fear in everyone else’s eyes caused by her mood-changing, threating message. Only Leo2k12 is brave enough to come forward.

“...So~...mind telling—”

“Ugh~!”

Dahlia shocks him when she dramatically whines into his shoulder.

“U-Uh, okay...um...what’s happening?”

“Leon, if the Donnie’s get a hold on time-traveling gear, let’s switch you with our Leo during weekends.”

“Wait, what?”

“Why is my bestie so fun-loving but such an idiot?!”

Leo2k12 awkwardly smiles while patting her back.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with the sword,” Mikey2k3 whispers.

Dahlia groans as she holds the odachi up.

SHWING!

“Woah/Gasp!”

They gawk at the glowing, blue circle as an emotionless Dahlia falls in.

SHWING!

“What the shell?!”

SHWING!

POOF!

The turtles see her land on a beanbag chair on the main floor before the glowing light fades.

“Okay...what is going on?!”

“Mystic weapon,” Dahlia replies, dimly, “odachi with portal-generating magic, blah, blah, blah...”

“Say whaaa~?!”

“Does all of our alter-egos carry magic weapons?”

“Except Donnie.”

“And your Leo left it behind? In the bathroom?!”

“But this is great,” Donnie2k12 hollers, “if we use this sword to harness the teleportation then—”

“Hold it!”

“W-What—what did I say?!”

Donnie2k12 puts his hands up in defense as Dahlia points the odachi at him.

“First off, I know mystic weapons cause of my dad, so I know how dangerous these things are for amateurs. Leo’s barely managing this himself. Who’s to say that you’ll end up in some monster’s belly or somewhere worse if you tried it?”

“True, true...but~ that’s where you come in.”

“Right,” Donnie2k3 pitches in, “you can use it to open portals for us.”

“So, I’m the guinea pig?”

“We didn’t say that.”

“A lab rat.”

“We didn’t say that either.”

“You were thinking it.”

Donnie2k12 leans towards Leo2k3.

“Mayday, mayday, we’re losing her, Nardo.”

“Look, Dahlia, I understand your concern.”

Leo2k3 walks towards her.

“But this might be our chance to find our way back. And we’re not sure if those thieves will ever show up here anytime soon.”

Dahlia holds the odachi close while sighing.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t risk endangering you guys. Believe me...I’ve seen this happen before.”

“Dahlia—”

“That’s why...”

“...?”

“I’ll be the one to enter the portals, not you. To make sure it’s safe.”

“Dahlia, what if you get stranded?”

“She won’t be,” Mikey2k12 chirps, “we’ll tie a rope around her. If trouble comes knockin’, she tugs, we pull her back here, repeat the cycle. Full proof, am I right, dudes?”

“Uh, yeah...it is.”

“Nice goin’, little Mike.”

Raph2k3 brings Mikey2k12 in a chokehold while giving him a noogie.

“You’re a lot smarter than you put on.”

“Hey~ was that an insult towards me,” Mikey2k3 whines.

“Knucklehead.”

“(Scoffs)Rude!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Hueso gave me intel, so let’s check out the spots as a backup plan.”

“She’s right, bros,” Raph2k12 agrees, “I’m okay with this portal thing, but not if something jumps out at us first.”

“Then we better get started.”

“Guess who’s back guys!”

“April.”

“What up, girl!”

Dahlia walks towards her.

“Woah, hold up, is that—”

“Mind helping with lunch?”

“Sure, but what’s—”

“Here’s the thing....”

The girls head to the kitchen as Dahlia explains.

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[Meanwhile...]

At Central Park, the mutated villains are meeting with the thieves just below the Belvedere Castle near the rocky terrain.

“Are you sure this is safe,” Hypno questions.

“Relax, no can see or hear us. I put up a cloaking perimeter.”

“You lads better have a good reason to drag me away from my hunt.”

“Mr. Swaggart...”

The leader comes forward.

“Rest assured you’ll get back to your meal once you agree to our terms.”

“And what might that be?”

“Do we get share of the deal, too?”

“Oh, you’ll have more than that.”

WHIRR~

He presses his watch as a holographic image appears with three different locations.

“Time is on our side, gentlemen.”

SHACK!

Drawing the weapon, he points it towards the photos of Dahlia and the turtles.

“And with your help, we will pull off the biggest heist of the century and dominate everything in it.”

BANG!

SHWING!

He twirls his firearm with a smirk.

“What do you say, boys...up for a little experiment?”

No words are needed as the trio mirror their newfound allies’ expressions. One that would shake New York City to the ground in their favor.

“Then let’s get to work.”

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TO BE CONTINUED....

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Turtle Rush Part 7

Hey guys! I’m back with another chapter of ‘Turtle Rush’. Please tell me what you think of it so far. In the meantime, let’s see how our heroes will handle their mission...

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[Hidden City 6:35 am...]

CHOP!

T-THUNK!

A water-serpent yokai walks by his bulky wolf-friend, who splits giant crystals in two.

“Take it easy, Brutus. We’ve got plenty of stock to last for two years.”

“Hah! This ain’t nothing, Darin. Just a warmup before the real heavy lifting.”

“You always were the muscle.”

The duo looks up to see Dahlia.

“There she is!”

“Wait, wait, wait, Brutus—woah!”

FWIP!

The wolf tosses her up and spreads his furry arms out to catch her.

WARP!

“Huh?”

But she stops midair, floating inside a bubble of magic.

“Careful, my friend.”

A yokai resembling of a golden pheasant steps forward as he waves his hand downward, motioning the bubble to land Dahlia safely.

“We mustn’t damage her current condition.”

“Oh right, my bad.”

“I see you brought your friends.”

“Nice to meet you, kids!”

CRUSH!

“Oof/Ack!”

Brutus brings all four of the turtles into a giant hug.

“O-Okay...I take back what I said.”

“Which is?”

“That Franken-Foot’s ‘buddy hugs’ are cake-walk compared to this.”

“I told them the whole situation. Anyway, Darin’s the brains of the farm. He operates and manages everything that goes around here. And the one crushing your bones is Brutus, the best blacksmith around.”

“Second to your old man. He was the real genius.”

“And I’m Nova. Sorcerer by trade and the medical examiner. Trust me, you don’t know how many times I had to heal these guys on a daily basis.”

“Where’s Ajax?”

“He’s out in the fields taking care of the pack.”

“Thanks.”

“Ah-ah-ah, hold on.”

The pheasant takes a look at her bandaged hands.

“Hmm...doesn’t look too good.”

“It’s better than what I endured last time. Remember?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Nova sighs, “I hope you’re up for it.”

“That’s why I’m here.”  

“Alright. I’ll go make the preparations.”

“Thanks. C’mon, guys.”

Dahlia leads the turtles out to the open fields, where a fence borders, stretching far and wide enough for wild yokai to roam about.

“Hey, look. It’s that lion again.”

Mikey2k12 points to the far-left where the creature is contained in a secluded area near the barn. Standing nearby it is a gecko yokai, petting the two-tailed lion’s mane.

“Ajax!”

“Huh...oh, hey, Dahlia!”

Dahlia jumps on the fence, propping herself on top next to Ajax.

“How is he?”

“Still exhausted, but he managed to eat. And you four are the turtles from the...other dimension?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty wild, dude,” Mikey2k12 awkwardly grins.

“Thank you for letting us stay here,” Leo2k3 says.

“No problem. Name’s Ajax and I take care of the wild yokai that roam around these parts.”

“So, what now,” Raph2k12 asks, “do we just sit back and watch?”

“Not exactly, boy,” Ajax implies, “we’ll need you four to help with Dahlia’s training.”

“We’ll do whatever we can, sir,” says Donnie2k3.

“Then we best not waste any more time.”

“Michael, you’re good with animals. Why not help Ajax take care of the Inferleon.”

“Sure, I could use a pair of hands.”

“Count on me, sir!”

“The rest of you can head to the mansion. My friends will put you to work.”

Just as they are leaving, Mikey2k12 stops Dahlia by grabbing her shoulder.

“Hey, um...”

“Yes?”

“I just wanna say thanks.”

“For what?”

“Well, last night...Leo talked to me about what you said to him.”

“I was only telling the truth, Mikey. You deserve that much for all the little things you do.”

“Yeah, but you’re more amazing. I mean, it just took a few words to get Donnie to stop moping around about the uh...the ‘heartbreak thing’. I haven’t seen him smile lately until now. So...I know it was by accident, but...I’m glad we met you, Dahlia.”

The girl smiles before pinching his cheeks.

“If you were my brother, I’d spoil you rotten.”

They laugh while sharing a hug, before they part ways.

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[Meanwhile...]

Inside an abandoned warehouse, there lies the hideout of the criminals. Meat-Sweats stationed at his little kitchen. Ghostbear lifting two rundown engines stuck into a pole like a dumbbell. Colton launching clay pigeons for Skeet’s target practice while tinkering with a new project.

♨SIZZLE—SIZZLE~

“Mm~...just the right amount.”

“Hey, pork-belly, when’s the food gonna be out?”

“Patience, Mr. Skeet. Wouldn’t want to spoil the flavor.”

The mohawk man scoffs as he raises his crossbow.

“Pull!”

FLING!

TWIRL/CLACK!

“Woo~! I am on a roll, Colton!”

“I still don’t see why you won’t use one of my pistols, instead. They only shoot blanks.”

“That electrocutes,” Skeet adds.

“What? It just puts them through a short paralysis before blacking out.”

“You see—this is why I don’t socialize with you on deadly high-tech gadgetry.”

FWOOM~!

Just then, Jax and Hypno appear from the cracked portion of the ceiling.

“Hey, boss! How’d it go?”

“As we suspected, those teenagers are scouting for us.”

“That’s going to make it harder for us to plant these devices,” Colton advises.

“Unless they’re distracted,” Hypno suggests.

“Not a bad idea, magician,” Skeet smirks, “I’ll even join in on the fun.”

“Just don’t get trigger happy,” Jax warns, “that being said, you will lead our new friends into shaking those kids off until everything is in order.”

“You got it, Jax.”

“What will you do?”

“Simple, Mr. Swaggart. I will do what I do best.”

Jax uses three of his locks to coil the giant firestone, mirroring his reflection.

“Starting with this.”

Unaware to them, though, two squirrels watch from the skylight before scurrying off to another building.

Squeak-Squeak—Squeak~!

Chirp-Chirp!

Squeak!

From one woodland creature to another, it turns into a channel network that leads up to a certain rodent resident in the deepest parts of the woods.

Bark—Bark-Bark!

“Roger that, Meelo.”

Bzzt!

“This is Lemonade-Sasquatch, calling Sherlock-Corn. Over.”

[Read you loud and clear, Lemonade-Sasquatch.]

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[At the Lair...]

“Uh-huh...uh-huh...got it. Thanks, Lemonade-Sasquatch. Over and out.”

April hangs up and looks to the others.

“Looks like those goons are near Todd’s territory.”

“Well, what are we waitin’ for?”

“Hold up, Red-King. We could use this advantage.”

“What cha got in mind, Leon?”

“April, did he tell you anything else?”

“Just that they’re gonna plant tracking devices around the city.”

“Write down all the coordinates. Donnie, you hack into the security cameras pinpointing their targets so we can send the footage to the others to keep them posted.”

“I hope the guys get things done on their part.”

“We better do ours if we’re gonna get ahead.”

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[Moments Later...]

WHIRRR~

Donnie2k3 stands beside Nova, watching. Dahlia sits in the middle of crystals surrounding her, which transfers magic into her battered palms that form a bubble.

“This will restore her damaged skin, but recovering her strength is another matter.”

“Urgh!”

“Dahlia?!”

They’re alarmed by the sound of her distressed voice.

“I-I’m fine, Donato, just...gah~ I just forgot how painful this is.”

“Just a little more, Dahlia.”

Nova turns back to Donnie to continue their conversation.

“Honestly, Nova...I haven’t done much helping as of late. I’m not sure what to do at this point.”

“For one thing, you can help me monitor Dahlia during the healing process. Other than that, just be there for her.”

The pheasant smiles and pats his shoulder.

“And you don’t need sorcery to do that.”

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[Moments Later...]

TWIRL~!

SHACK!

Brutus swings the axe down onto the stump. Raph2k12 and Dahlia stand in the middle of the field with the wolf.

“Can that really cut a giant rock?”

“It’s a mystic weapon. Guaranteed to slice and dice through any solid material. Alright, Dahlia...you know the drill.”

The girl nods and walks over to the stump. Raph2k12 narrows his eyes with caution, not seeing Brutus slowly reach behind him.

FWOOM!

“Look out!”

WHOOM/SLASH!

KA-THUMP!

In seconds, a crystal is split in half in midair.

FWAP!

Dahlia cringes from gripping too long and drops the axe as well.

“Nice reaction time. Almost had you for a second. Can you keep going?”

“I’ll manage.”

“Then go chop that load over there and use the lighter axe.”

She walks down the field, while Raph2k12 glares at the wolf yokai.

“Seriously,” he criticizes, “what if she couldn’t lift that axe in time?! That chunk of rock would’ve flattened her for sure!”

“Then she would’ve dodged it,” Brutus implies, “besides, do you see her complaining?”

Dahlia rubs her wrist before lifting the axe.

“You can’t treat her as some fragile thing forever. I know it sounds unfair, but you gotta be as determined as she is that things will pull through. Either you’re in this together or not. It’s your call.”

“...”

Brutus gives a light nudge on Raph2k12’s shoulder.

“Keep an eye on things for me, kay? I’ll be back in an hour.”

Once he leaves, Raph2k12 looks back at Dahlia as she chops crystals at a slow pace.

SLICE!

WHUMP!

“...Hah...”

C-Clunk

Dahlia turns to her right to see Raph2k12 with his jacket off and holding the other axe.

“Um, Double-R...what are you doing?”

“What? It’s better than sitting on my shell all day.”

“I’m not so sure you can cut through these right-off-the-bat, though.”

“The big guy said these mystic blades can cut through stone. No biggie.”

Raph2k12 raises the axe and swings down.

CLASH!

“Ah...what the...”

Dahlia giggles when he only makes a few cracks on the surface.

“Did Brutus also tell you that it channels the inner strength of the holder to be more effective?”

“Oh yeah—how long did it take you?”

“Hum...I think I was about...8-yrs-old when I first tried?”

Hearing this makes the turtle groan in defeat.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

“I didn’t know we were competing,” she jokes.

“Can’t have you best me in everything,” he chuckles.

They smile and each go at their own pace with their share of the labor. Watching them from the mansion on the second-floor balcony is Leo2k3 and Darin. The serpent glances at the teen, noticing the melancholy expression he portrays.

“You alright, there, Leonardo?”

“Hm? Oh, uh...yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

His inquiry makes the teen turn to him in confusion.

“I’ve always been a good listener towards my friends, so I can tell when something’s wrong.”

“...I....I’m still feeling guilty about the incident.”

“Dahlia mentioned you would say that, despite her forgiveness.”

“I know, but...I’m not sure if I would do any good right now. Not after what happened.”

“You shouldn’t think that way,” Darin advises, “even if you bear some responsibility, that doesn’t mean you need to carry all of it alone. Try not to single yourself out when your friends and family will always be here for you. And I believe now’s a good time as any to step back and leave the rest to the others. Now, come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“...A trip to the past.”

Darin pats his shoulder as he leads Leo2k3 back inside.

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>>>>>>>TIMESKIP>>>>>>>

Both sides play their part. April and her team monitor the villains’ activities during the night while avoiding sudden attacks. In the city below, the brothers from different dimensions do all they can to guide Dahlia to a full recovery while sharpening their own skills. Each struggle and carefully plan their next move every step of the way.

After three, long days, Dahlia regains her inner strength as much as her physical state. The men who trained her all her life made sure to test those abilities to the fullest. And all five will agree: her fighting spirit is better than ever. However, there’s one thing she had to take care of before everything comes to place.

[Nightfall 8 p.m.]

Inside the fence where the Inferleon stays, Dahlia sits beside him, stroking his mane as she holds her phone, close.

“...and I mean every word of it. I’ll even say it again, face-to-face if you’d like. Just...get back safe and sound, okay? See you soon.”

Hanging up, she sinks further back into the lion’s mane with a deep sigh.

“Do you think I made the right choice?”

The Inferleon growls, softly, making Dahlia chuckle.

“Yeah...but I would’ve regretted it if I hadn’t.”

Rustle—Rustle~

“!?”

FWIP—SWING!

CLANG!

“AAHHH!”

Using a fraction of her mystic abilities, she snuffs out one of the spies in the bushes.

“Hello, Michael...”

“Uh...hehe...what’s up, girl?”

“Alright, come out everyone.”

Though annoyed, she’s still amused as the other turtles reveal themselves.

“How much did you hear?”

“Um...”

“Well...

“All...of it?”

Dahlia and even the lion groan simultaneously.

“We won’t tell.”

“I’m pretty sure you suspected,” Dahlia smirks, “but I’ll let you off the hook. Now why are you really here?”

“Darin wanted us to get you.”

“They’re gonna put on a show for us.”

“That’s just like them.”

When they go to the backyard of the mansion, they see the yokai setting up instruments.

“Hope you like a classic old shanty.”

“You sound as if you were a sailor, Darin.”

“Better. He was the captain of his own crusaders.”

“And with a voice that could swoon even the sirens.”

“Never would’ve guessed.”

“Oh yeah, all of us has different careers.”

“I was the apprentice of a sorcerer who used magic for medicinal purposes.”

“I used to be a swordsman traveling the world to sharpen my skills.”

“And I was once a private animal caretaker.”

“How did you end up here, then?”

“Eli.”

“Dahlia’s dad?”

“All of us met here in the forest by accident.”

“We had our own problems that day, so we got on each other’s nerves right then and there.”

“That’s when Eli swoops in and whoops our tails till we couldn’t stand up.”

The yokai laugh in remembrance.

“Who would’ve thought a blacksmith could teach an old wolf like me new tricks.”

“And who could forget Jade?”

“A jewel credit to her own name, if I ever did see one.”

“Joining our skills and experience, we helped them build this place from the ground up.”

“Hah...those were some good memories.”

“We heard about what happened to them,” says Donnie2k3.

“Aye, a great loss,” Brutus sighs, “they made anything seem possible.”

“So do you.”

They all turn to see Dahlia coming out of the doorway.

“Where did you run off to, kiddo?”

“In the attic.”

She pulls out a framed picture.

“Is that...”

“This was taken the day dad proposed to mom.”

“Woah~ your dad must’ve been a super cool dragon.”

“And your mom was beautiful.”

“They were, weren’t they?”

Dahlia smiles while running her fingers over the framed glass.

“I hope one day I’ll be as great as them.”

Ajax takes the photo, setting it on a table before bringing her in his arms.

“You already are.”

“The greatest gift they ever gave to this world.”

“And you always will be.”

“...Thank you.”

“No, sweetie...it’s us who should be thanking you.”

The turtles smile at the close relationship they have to a family.

BRIIINNG!

Just then, Dahlia’s phone goes off with a facetime from April.

Beep!

“Go, O’Neil.”

[Heads up, girl. This was taken an hour ago.]

The screen moves till Dahlia sees Jax and Hypno on a security camera, using chalk to draw on rooftops from different angles.

[Can you make out those symbols?]

“Looks like a conjuring spell.”

“Yeah, but for what?”

[We’ll soon find out, tomorrow night.]

“Thanks, April. Get some rest. We’ll see you at the rendezvous point.”

[Got it. O’Neil, out.]

Hanging up, Darin gets their attention when standing.

“Alright...tomorrow begins the fight of your lives. It’s all up to you, now.”

“Thanks for everything, gentlemen.”

“We’ll send a few punches their way for you.”

“But for tonight, we’ll send you off celebrating. Would you care to join the band, Dahlia?”

“Just this once.”

“Lemme get in on the fun, too.”

“You can use my tambourine.”

“This ought to be good.”

The calming atmosphere settles before the storm comes their way. Even so, no matter the dangers lurking ahead, they won’t go down without a fight. They won’t give up on the place and the people they care for. And tomorrow...they will prove that resolution.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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Turtle Rush Part 2

Hello again! ‘Part 2′ of TURTLE RUSH is here, so I hope you enjoy. Happy Holidays~!

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In the lair, at the bottom floor in-between the skate-ramps is where the turtles stand in front of a jaw-dropping April in shock. Dahlia waves a hand in front of her.

“April~...come on girl, don’t do this to me. Snap out of it!”

In seconds, April comes to and looks back-n-forth at everyone.

“What the what?! Who—I mean...this!”

“Yeah~ so...they’re from two different worlds like ours.”

“Another dimension to be precise,” Donnie 2k3 implies.

“What he said.”

“No foolin’?”

Dahlia shrugs, trying to understand as much as April is. Shorter Mikey slides over to April, curiously, with eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Are you really April O’Niel?”

“Uh~ yeah...”

“Is that a problem?”

“What my brother means,” Leo 2k12 intervenes, “is that we figured this April would’ve been a redhead too.”

“With crazy-awesome psychic powers, yo.”

“Ours isn’t psychic,” Leo 2k3 adds, “but she is a married woman.”

“Married?”

“To whom?”

“Duh~ our boy, Casey Jones.”

“Casey Jones/No way!”

Shorter Raph looks to his brother Donnie, who turns away when hearing that intel. April leans towards Dahlia.

“Got any idea who they’re talking about?”

“No clue.”

🚨🚨BLARE~!!🚨🚨

Suddenly, an alarm goes off as red, flashing lights glow.

“Warning! Intruder alert!”

VRRR~

Shelldon guards the girls.

“Activating security protocol!”

CLACK/SHACK/BRR~!

The turtles wide-eye the equipped weaponry in fear.

“Oh snap!”

“Woah-woah—woah~ hold it!”

Dahlia waves her arms out.

“It’s alright, Shelly, they’re cool. They’re with me.”

“Y-Yeah!”

“What she said!”

“...”

“...”

“...Okay.”

The alarm turns off and the turtles sigh in relief. Dahlia pats the android’s metallic shell.

“Everyone, this is Shelldon. Donatello’s invention and high-tech-turtle all around.”

“S’up dudes!”

“Woah~ sweet!”

“Your Donnie must be, like, five-times smarter than ours.”

Donnie2k12 glares at the back of Mikey2k12’s head.

“So guys,” April speaks, “if y’all are really from different dimensions, how’d you get here?”

“Well—”

“Ah-bup-bup!”

Mikey 2k3 cuts his leader off.

“Can we have this discussion over some delicious pizza~?”

Though some brothers groan, the girls laugh at his carefree attitude.

“You’re the guys, alright...”

“C’mon on, you dorks, let’s eat.”

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>>>>>>>FAST FORWARD>>>>>>>

In the kitchen, everyone sits and eats at the table while the girls listen to everything the guys say.

“So, let me get this straight,” Dahlia hums, “you were all on patrol minding your own business when a group of...high-tech intergalactic thieves...portal to your world to steal valuable relics like they did in other realms?”

“Pretty much,” Mikey 2k12 shrugs.

“One of them used what I think is a ray-gun,” Donnie 2k3 explains, “that could beam a portal to any interdimensional universe through time and space.”

“Sounds bad,” April thought, “the portal gun sounds cool, but not when in the hands of some crazed villain.”

“If you mean getting our shells kicked,” Raph 2k3 grunts, “and those jerks tossing us into another alternate universe...”

“Again.”

“Then yeah, we’re pretty much done explainin’ ‘ere.”

“We think,” Leo 2k12 implies, “they mistook us with our alter-egos and beamed us all into your dimension.”

“And how’d you get mixed up with our baddies back there?”

“When we came through the portal,” Donnie 2k12 says, “we ended right in the middle of their ‘shoplifting-spree’.”

“Btw, the villain names are tight~.”

“That’s when someone got the idea of barging in without a plan.”

Raph 2k12 rolls his eyes.

“One thing led to another and~ here we are.”

“Not before this radical dudette swooped in and saved the day.”

Mikey tussles Dahlia’s hair, making her chuckle. 

“Guess that means you’ll be staying here,” April mentions, “until we get you guys back home.”

“You’ll help us?”

“It’s what we do.”

“Especially if it’s for our boys, even from another world or, uh, two.”

“Oh-mi-gosh, the guys! They’re still up in the mountains training. How are we gonna tell them about...this whole situation?”

“We’re not.”

“Say what now?”

“Alright, look...”

April slings an arm around Dahlia, fixing her glasses.

“Wherever they are up there, it’s a no-go on Wi-Fi. And who knows when they’ll be back. We said we could watch over the city, and that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. We got this.”

“Your optimism is astounding, yet worrisome. Still, you got a point.”

“Plus, if those thieves are still out there, I’m sure we’ll eventually run into them. And we’ve got these guys to help kick their butts if we do.”

“I agree with other April!”

Dahlia thinks for a moment before sighing in defeat.

“Alright, fine. But first things first...I gotta tell Senor Hueso to give me some time off from work. You guys better come, too, to make it more convincing.”

“Uh~ don’t cha think your boss will—oh, I don’t know....freak out?”

“Ahaha~...even in another world, you’re still obliviously adorable.”

Dahlia pinches Raph2k12’s cheek.

“I told you...yokai have been here for a long~ time.”

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[Moments Later...]

“Here we are.”

The turtles exchange weird looks then back at the graffiti wall.

“Must be the entrance to the kitchen.”

Leo2k12 jabs Raph’s side.

“Check this out.”

FLARE!

“Woah/Dang~.”

Dahlia does the finger-purse gesture as her hand lights up in blue flames.

SHWING~

The turtles gasps as the skulls glow and the paint forms an arch, leading them inside.

“Boys, say hello to the Run of the Mill Pizza.”

The boys awe at everything and anything they never saw before. Both Mikey-s were especially captivated.

“It’s...glorious.”

“Dido.”

“Buenos noches, Dahlia.”

“Hey, Senor.”

“What brings you here? it’s not your shift to—NIGHT~! Ay caramba!”

Hueso doubletakes, leaping back at the sight of the mutants.

“Dude, it’s a talking skeleton.”

“Cool~.”

Hueso facepalms.

“Please tell me these aren’t they’re relatives.”

“Ehe...can we talk for a moment?”

Hueso takes everyone to his office and Dahlia explains the situation.

“Hmm...I see.”

“I know, this seems weird, but...”

“Say no more. You’ve done plenty of shifts this year, so I will give you an early vacation. Here...”

He rips off a page from his notepad and gives it to her.

“These are a few places you can investigate while you have your hands full with, uh...this dilemma.”

“Gracias, senor.”

“And thanks for the pizza,” Mikey 2k12 smiles through his chewing, “it’s even better than I imagined five minutes ago.”

“Not a problem pepinos. And good luck.”

“Thanks, bone-man.”

“I was talking to her.”

Dahlia awkwardly chuckles as she and her friends leave the restaurant. They now walk along the rooftops while sightseeing.

“A restaurant of yokai hidden up top. It’s incredible.”

“And a whole city of them lives under this one.”

“Are there other businesses the yokai own on the surface,” Donnie2k12 asks.

“Pretty much.”

Just then, Leo 2k3 notices a tall building from a distance.

“Grand Nexus Hotel...?”

“Hard not to find that one.”

Dahlia and April come closer as they all stare at it.

“A fancy background for sure, but the biggest criminal underworld business for all yokai to cash in on Battle Nexus.”

“They have a Battle Nexus too!? I bet the competition there is epic!”

“Ugh—not this again.”

Raph2k3 groans, making the girls turn to Donni2k3.

“We competed in an interdimensional martial arts tournament.”

“And somehow this knucklehead won.”

“Aw~ you still sore about losing to Moi?”

“Oh, you’ll be sore in a second!”

“Hey, maybe we should check out their—”

“NO!”

The girls get up in Mikey 2k3’s face and he stops midstride.

“Don’t. Even. Think about it!”

“Unless you want your head on a plaque!”

“You mean eaten by Big Mama.”

“That too.”

“Big Mama?”

“A dangerous criminal overlord in Hidden City and New York. Once you’re in her web, she’ll never let you go.”

“Remember when Leo and his dad crashed her pad,” April reminisces.

“Ugh, tell me about it,” Dahlia sighs, “Leo’s lucky he even pulled that stunt on her.”

“At least the whole Shredder thing is out of our hair.”

“So you guys fought Shredder, too?”

“Uh, yeah...sort of.”

“If you mean fighting a wild animal inside mystic armor, then yeah, we kind of beat him.”

“You see, Leo made a deal with Big Mama in order to lock the Shredder’s armor away from coming back to life.”

“Wait, you left dangerous magical armor in the hands of a criminal?”

“Hey, she had what we needed so we did what was done. And no one dares try to steal from Big Mama.”

“That’s still inexcusable,” Leo2k3 argues, “clearly your Leonardo doesn’t have the leadership to avoid a mistake like this.”

“Excuse me/Woah~ hold up.”

“You making fun of our boy? Cause it sounds like you are.”

“Heel, April...”

Dahlia pulls her back and stands in front of older-looking Leo.

“Look, I know you’re polar opposites to our boys...but I didn’t think Leo could act like a jerk or make a fool of himself on purpose. Until now.”

“Ooh~/Oh no she didn’t.”

“So, you’re just going to let this ‘Big Mama’ carry a sleeping, yet dangerous weapon.”

“She owns an underworld syndicate. Do I have to spell it out for you or count how many goons and possible weapons she may or may not have in her vault that could kill us?”

“C’mon, guys, we’re all cool here.”

“Stay out of this other Mikey.”

“Hey! Nobody tells my brother what to do but me!”

“Enough you guys!”

Donnie2k12 comes between his brothers and Leo2k3.

“I don’t know what your problem is, other Leo...but I can vouch for my brother Leo, that he wouldn’t start an argument he can’t win. So. Just. Drop. It.”

No one comes between those two as they glare intensely at each other, which surprises the brothers the most.  

“...Hah...fine....but it doesn’t change my opinion.”

As the others start walking, Dahlia stays behind with Donnie2k12 and Raph2k3.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I’ll admit, your Leo’s choice wasn’t the best option, but anyone of us could’ve made that bet if it meant putting the Shredder down, right?”

“Pipsqueak Donnie’s got a point.”

“I guess...”

“You okay?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s just...it feels weird. I never argued with Leo, or...a Leo...like that before.”

“Ah~ don’t sweat,” Raph2k3 advises, “if my bro gives ya a hard time, I’ll knock the sense back into him.”

“Still, seeing a serious, tightly wounded up Leo is something else.”

“Yeah, well your Leo sounds like my kind of turtle.”

“Whatever you say, fearless leader.”

“Ooh~ even better—I’m the big guns. Any chance ya wanna make a trade?”

Dahlia punches Raph2k3’s arm as he and Donnie2k12 laugh.

Unaware to them, from a distance, shadows in the night are watching their every move.

“Those freaks are still alive.”

“What’s the deal, man! I thought you zapped them to the furthest dimension—not our next heist!”

“Excuse me if I was under the impression of disappointing everyone while being under pressure!”

SMACK/SLAP!

“Ow/Augh!”

“Enough, idiots! They’re the least of our problems.”

“Oh, the boss got a brainstorm~.”

“What’cha thinkin’, man?”

“First, we find those other mutants we saw tonight.”

“Hold up, you want help?...from them?”

“They got their tails whipped by one little girl.”

The leader narrows his eyes towards Dahlia.

“That ‘little girl’ is the bigger threat to us if we don’t do something. Like the saying goes: “if you want to rid of a pest, use a better trap’. You know me...”

C-CLACK!

The leader turns his heel in the other direction with an evil sneer.

“I love it when my prey struggles.”

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New villains on the scene. What will happen next? See you next time!

Stay safe, healthy, and in holiday spirits!