26th Shuriken ➣ [Action / Voice]

[meanandgreen]

[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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[turtlefaun]

[Mike may be a faun now (and there's just something about that word that strikes him as incredibly girly) but he's still Mike, so he's still sleeping in the same room as Raph.

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.]

[not_gamera]

Hungh?

[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 -- ?

[turtlefaun]

[Mike is whimpering, trying to scoot out of the room, hooves scrabbling on the floor. Finally, he finds his voice:]

Raph! Donnie! Leo! Master Splinter! Someone!

[not_gamera]

[What? No! It's just some stupid experiment! He reaches out to Mikey with clawed, oversized hands.]

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?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don reaches Mike's room in about five seconds, bo in hand, and he does not like what he sees. Whatever kind of creature you are, however you got in the house, you do not brandish your claws at Mikey like that. Especially when Mike is seriously impaired in the defending-himself department, due to barely being able to walk.]

Hey!

[But even as he shouts, the creature speaks. Don lowers his bo...]

What ... ?

[not_gamera]

[Raph's expression is torn between panic and fear. He holds up his hands defensively, but as big and intimidating as he is, it may look like a means to attack.]

Donnie, 's me!

[herpderpetile]

[Here, Raphael, have another turtle - one who's a hell of a lot smaller than you. Who'd be a hell of a lot smaller than you even if you were your normal size.

Robert woke up earlier than normal - not because of all the awkwardness of the past while, but because of the loud splintering noise of wood tearing. He recognizes that sound from terrifying documentaries of forests being destroyed. It immediately gets his attention. He gets up like he's being threatened at taserpoint and scuttles into the hall.

Then there's Don. Posed with that long staff of his staring down something humongous with a distinctly theropodian look, encased in a shell so enormous that it looks like it was taken from an Archelon.

... It'd be absolutely amazing if it wasn't posed in front of his boyfriend in what is possibly the most terrifying way possible. But Robert's not entirely illogical, and that voice...]

Raphael?!

[honorthecode]

[Leo's right behind Don, having woken up with the crashing of the bed. He stops at the sight, however.]

Raph?!

[turtlefaun]

[Mike has gone to his not-happy place, so he doesn't hear Raph's voice as words, he barely notices Don standing there, he doesn't even register Robert or Don. He just. Keeps trying to stand. And keeps not being able to make his legs hold his weight.

Why is this so much more terrifying the second time around?]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don hands off his bo to the nearest person - who, unfortunately, happens to be Robert - and moves into the room.]

Leo, the light.

[When the light is on, Don will help Mike first. He's less likely to resist and hurt someone.]

[not_gamera]

[Raph himself is trying to get to his feet in the small room, only to hit his head on the ceiling.]

Wuh-wuh...[Damn it! Why can't he talk right!?] Wuh'm I?

[honorthecode]

[Leo flicks on the light. He's staring a bit. Shocked, surprised but he's doing his best to hide it. He had hoped to never see something like that again. Sick scientists, messing with their heads.]

You...look like Don when he was sick. [He manages to break his stare, to look over at Don and Mikey]

[herpderpetile]

[WHAT IS THIS STICK AND WHY DOES HE HAVE IT. Robert kind of blinks at the bo in his hands, something he still doesn't truly recognize as a weapon, and would have no idea how to use.

His gaze slides to Raphael, even as he hears what Leonardo says. "Look like Don when he was sick"...? Donatello looked like this? Why? How? And why is it Raph, and not Don, that looks like it this time?]

... [Sort of awkwardly, to Raphael:] I would not suggest trying to stand in here... perhaps there is some manner of getting you outside? This house is clearly not capable of sustaining someone of your current size... [It's uncomfortable enough addressing Raph when he only looks capable of snapping him in two. Now he looks capable of snapping him in two and shredding the resulting chunks.]

[turtlefaun]

[Mike accepts Don's help gratefully, eyes flicking from brother to brother. This is Don. And that is... what Don was. But it's Raph. That's Raph. And it's- he's not trying to eat him.]

R-Raphie?

[please say yes please say yes please say yes]

[i_speak_softly]

[Leo's statement gets on line in Don's brain, and as soon as he's sure Mikey's all right, he turns to see what, exactly, he looked like when he was sick.]

[...]

[Holy shell.]

[No wonder his brothers have been so upset about what happened, or will happen, to him.]

Raph...

[not_gamera]

[Raph glances down in horror at his new body - his oversized hands, feet, his plastron, the largeness of his snout. He tries not to let himself panic, and doesn't try to speak again. Just nods.]