[You know what's not cool? Gaining eight hundred pounds over night. Yeah, no. Raph wouldn't recommend it. He also wouldn't recommend waking up in the wreckage of wooden splinters that was once your bed because it collapsed under said weight. He also wouldn't recommend waking up a giant lizard that looks all too familiar, scaring the crap out of
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Which means that when the bed breaks with a loud crash, he wakes up and scrambles sleepily to his feet hooves with legs that still don't work quite how he wants them to. And then catches sight of Raph.
And falls to the floor again, whimpering.
He's gotta be dreaming.]
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[Raph glances hazily around the room, completely disoriented. What the hell? When Mikey catches his attention, his head swings to the side in a way that feels like his neck's been broken, like his head's been ripped off his shoulders and sloppily reattached.]
Wuh thuh -- ?
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Raph! Donnie! Leo! Master Splinter! Someone!
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No, Mikay, 's me!
[He reaches up to touch his face. Talking feels weird, and he sounds like a damn retard.
Whatever he's turned into, it's scaring the crap out of Mikey. Sharp teeth poke his fingers, and his whole face feels foreign. That can't be good.]
Wuh's wrong wit me?
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Ruh?
[Yeah, he still hasn't mastered talking yet, and his mouth is full of uncooked meat. But he's obviously looking at you.]
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Hugh!?
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Please don't eat me, giant scaly! I'm not delicious I promise!
[She takes a step back, but trips and falls backwards. Legs? How work?]
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Speech, don't fail him now. He's still trying to figure out how to talk with his mouth all screwed up like this.]
'M nah gonna eat you.
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Mind you, she's looking at him through the large box in her hand]
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What are you up to, prehistoric turtle?]
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A few moments later he realizes he's being followed.
He stops and cranes his enormous neck to look at her, but doesn't say a word. Still, the obvious irritation on his face reads Do you mind?]
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He sits on the riverbank, staring at his reflection in one of the slow-moving pools of water collecting around the water-worn stones. His eyes are blank, but the gears in his head are turning.
When Raine approaches on the other side of the stream, he lifts his head and watches her dully.]
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Barefoot, she dips a toe into the water, then draws it away almost immediately. Then dips it again, moving it back and forth to create a small rippling effect.]
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