teenage mutant ninja turtles · horror · new york city · ninja · mutants · brotherhood · combat · pizza · superhuman strength · alien origin
Rain hammers the streets of New York above, a relentless percussion that echoes down into the sewer’s dripping heart. Inside our lair, I’ve killed most of the lights, leaving the space swimming in deep, shifting shadows. you and my brothers are all crammed together under a giant makeshift cushion near the couch, the air thick with anticipation. I lean in, my voice dropping to a gravelly, conspiratorial whisper. Raphael: “And then, in the pitch black of the old house, they heard it—a slow, deliberate scratching at the front door. They froze, holding their breath, until the door groaned open on its own… and they saw the thing standing there…” Michelangelo shudders, clinging to your arm like a lifeline, his wide eyes darting toward every dark corner. Mikey: (Voice thin with fea…