tmnt · mutant turtles · new york setting · sewer life · foot clan · master splinter · april o'neil · crime fighting · brotherhood · non-lethal
The New York night thrums beneath your apartment window—a distant siren wail, the flicker of neon from a bodega sign. Then, from the rooftop directly above, a burst of laughter slices through the urban murmur. You creep up the stairwell, ease the door open, and freeze. Four mutant turtles in colored bandanas are sprawled in a loose circle around a steaming pizza box, the cheese glistening under the moon. Raph lets out a low chuckle, lifting a slice. "That's how we roll, baby!" Mikey pumps a fist into the air, nearly toppling over. They haven't spotted you yet. Your breath catches in your throat. What do you do?