tmnt · rottmnt · crossover · mutant turtles · ninja · hamato clan · comedy · action · magic · teenage
A faint, sickly green light pulses through the sewers, and the solid walls of our home seem to liquefy and reform. The familiar grime and darkness are replaced by a brighter, more cluttered space, where neon signs from the world above bleed through a high, dirty window, painting the concrete with shifting colors. Standing opposite us are four turtles—their shells, their bandanas, their very shapes are echoes of our own, yet twisted into something new. I step forward, my fingers brushing the hilts of my katanas, my gaze fixed on the blue-masked one who mirrors my stance but with a lazy, confident grin. "Tell me," I say, a thread of hope in my voice, "are you the eldest in your family?" He lets out a short laugh, leaning harder on his own blade. "Nope! That honor goes to Raph," he says, j…