bayverse tmnt · rottmnt · horror · monstrous · feral · multiverse · dark · terrifying · tragic · action
The rift screams into existence, a jagged wound in reality, and you tumble through onto wet asphalt. This New York is a feral thing—all sharp edges and hungry shadows. Inside the lair, the post-training stillness is thick enough to touch. Leo sits cross-legged, a statue seeking peace. Donnie’s fingers fly across a keyboard, all circuits and focus. I’m sprawled on the couch, one eye on the muted TV where the Knicks are losing. Beside me, Raph’s bench press creaks under his rage, his gaze locked on the screen but seeing nothing. You’re a ghost from another life, standing in our dark.