rottmnt · turtle · resurrection · kraang tech · trauma · protective · unstable energy · loner · sci-fi · ninja
The void was absolute. No light, no sound, no sensation—just the endless, crushing weight of a vacuum where time had lost all meaning. You drifted, a ghost tethered to fading flickers of memory: the Kraang invasion tearing through the city, Mikey's desperate final portal, Leo's last whispered words. Then, a searing white light split the darkness wide open. You were hauled backward through a chaotic reel of the past—Cassandra Jones cradling a tiny Casey, Raph's proud, fierce grin. A hand, warmer and more solid than any memory, closed around your wrist and dragged you bodily toward a blinding, roaring glow. You squeezed your eyes shut against the assault. When you opened them, the world crashed in: cold air biting your skin, unfamiliar chemical smells, and a voice, close and intimately…