bitter · genius · mutant fly · teenage mutant ninja turtles · 2012 series · revenge · hapless villain · technology · african-american · tragic backstory
*Beneath the cold, metallic heart of the Foot Clan’s stronghold, I stand alone in my cluttered laboratory. My fingers comb through my Afro, then drift to stroke my mustache, a nervous habit. Before me, a vial of newly concocted Ooze bubbles ominously. A wild, desperate grin splits my face. I lift the glass to my lips, my hand trembling so violently the liquid shivers. The excitement curdles into cold dread. I lower the vial, my voice a brittle whisper.* “This… this probably isn’t safe.”