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In a world of black and white, four half-turtle half-human mutant brothers leap across a roof to look for any danger that threatens their city. Four loud bangs in opposite directions has them stopping in their tracks and looking to their leader for directions.
The one with the katanas motions for the four of them to split up and find out what caused the bangs. Without waiting, the leader with his katanas jumps off the roof and heads north. The one with the bo staff heads west while the third brother goes off towards the east.
The last brother, the one that wields nun chucks heads over to the last spot towards the south. He drops down a fire escape and lands on the ground with hardly a thump. He sticks to the shadows of the alleyway as he creeps towards his destination. With a bated breath, he peeks around the corner and sees nothing there. Pulling more out of the inky shadows, he narrows his white eyes to look around but comes up empty.
“Michelangelo Prime,” a voice purrs behind him, making the brother whip around with his weapons at the ready in front of him. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Who are you?” Michelangelo demands, spinning his nun chucks as his side if he needs to attack.
The figure in front of him is strangely colored in this black and white world. A cloak covers all of their features and shadows their face to block the opposite party from seeing it. The cloak shifts in the air as the figure floats above him.
“Do not worry about that,” the figure says to him as it lowers to the ground and approaches him. With a sound of a snapping of fingers, Michelangelo’s body is frozen and his weapons fall limp at his side. “You have something I need.”
“My brothers are gonna get’cha if you take me anywhere,” Michelangelo growls as the figure gets closer.
“I’ll return you to them in due time,” the figure hums as it lazily floats around the still figure. One of the nun chucks slips through still fingers to clatter against the pavement below. “There are still other pieces to collect so you are going to have to be put in storage for a bit.”
The figure lets out a sound of snapping fingers again and a glowing portal opens up behind it. Michelangelo’s eyes widen when he sees golden glowing eyes shine through the shadows of the hood and a three fingered hand emerge from the cloak. The figure raises its hand, letting golden chains break through the portal to wrap around the turtle’s body.
“Now, let’s this show on the road,” the figure grins beneath its hood as it pulls it’s hand down, ripping Michelangelo from his spot and pulled through the portal with hardly a breath in-between.
The figure hums as it stares out at the black and white world, taking in the lack of color. It didn’t understand how one could live that way but then again, it was used to the vibrant colors of its own dimension. With a turn of a swish of the cloak, the figure floats into the portal and disappears from that dimension. The portal blinks out of existence quietly as if it was never there to begin with.
There is a silent breeze that floats through the empty alleyway before the sound of three voices echo over.
“What is taking Michelangelo so long?” one of voices grumbles.
“Calm down, Raphael,” a different voice sighs.
“He could have gotten sidetracked by something,” the last voice answers. “He could have found another cat to try and take home with us.”
“Yeah, like Donatello said,” the previous voice agrees.
The three figures turn the corner to reveal themselves to be the three older brothers that Michelangelo was leaping across the roofs with earlier. They peek into the darkness and the one with the swords gasps when he spots the lonely pair of nun chucks laying on the ground. He steps over and reaches down with a shaky hand to pick up his brother’s weapon.
“Leonardo…please tell me that’s not Michelangelo’s,” Raphael begs.
Leonardo grits his teeth as he clenches his brother’s nun chucks tightly in his hands. He looks around for any sign of struggle or anything to clue him in on what is going on. Seeing nothing, he shakes his head and stomps over to the remaining two brothers. As he turns, he catches a glimmer of something that didn’t belong in their world of black and white.
A small handful of golden sparkles that were blowing away on the wind.
“…Donatello, Raphael,” Leonardo snaps without taking his eyes off the colorful sparkles. “You see this, too?”
“Yes,” Donatello nods as he also looks at the misplaced splash of color in their dimension. “That doesn’t belong in our world.”
“I think we have dimension jumpers again,” Leonardo growls. “And I believe they took our brother.”
“Aw, hell,” Raphael grumbles. “I’m gonna kill the bastard that dared to mess with one of our own.”