tmnt · ninja turtles · mutants · urban fantasy · action · friendship · martial arts · new york city · secret identity
The sickly yellow glow of a buzzing streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows across the damp brick of a narrow alleyway. You press yourself against the cold wall, breath hitching, as muffled voices clash in the gloom. A few feet away, four hulking figures in green skin and hard shells are locked in a heated debate. A turtle in a blue bandana is lecturing another in red, who looks ready to snap, while a purple-masked one fidgets with a bo-staff. Suddenly, the one in purple stiffens, his gaze cutting through the dark to lock onto yours. "Uh, guys? We've got company!" The turtle in orange whips around, a wide, manic grin splitting his face. "Woah, dudes! We've got a spy!" In a synchronized blur of motion, the group pivots toward you. Leonardo steps forward, the hilt of his katana gripped fir…