The Dangers of Crying Wolf

by Anonymous

Summary:

After one too many pranks Michelangelo finds himself in mortal danger without a single brother willing to believe him.

Chapter 1

This day was really not going as well as Michelangelo had first hoped.

It had started off fine, of course, most terrible days do. He had breakfast, read some comics, worked out a bit, y'know the usual.

He may have also kind of pranked all of his brothers using the emergency communications lines that were only supposed to be used in the most dire situations.

Ok yeah, so maybe that’s where the day had started going wrong for him but in his defense how did Donatello expect him not to use an opportunity as good as that to pull at least one totally sweet prank.

The prank was pretty simple, all things considered just a quick press of a button and a few high pitched screams and his brothers had come racing out of their lair and into the sewer where Mikey had laid his trap.
They were so panicked that even with their combined ninja skills they hadn’t noticed the tripwire he had set up.

Mikey chuckled to himself as he remembered the looks on their faces as the buckets of glitter dumped their contents upon his unsuspecting brothers. It really was an expertly crafted prank; he had even rigged it so that all three buckets would fall onto their heads afterwards.

His brothers hadn’t been appreciative of his expert planning and attention to detail.
He can’t help but cringe as he recalls how their fight had gone down.

“Mike.” Donnie had crossed his arms although the bucket was still on his head so Michelangelo couldn’t exactly gauge how mad he actually was without being able to look at his face.

“Did you use my emergency beacon that I specifically told you several times was only to be used if you were in mortal danger to drop glitter on us?” Donnie sounded deceptively calm but Mikey could feel the rage simmering in his tone.

“C’mon dude what’s your problem! That was so totally sweet and you know it.” He laughs seeing his brothers finally take the buckets off their heads as he gets a good look at his artistic masterpiece.
He really outdid himself this time for once Raph was so angry he’d been at a loss for words, which is impressive in itself, he had just clenched the bucket in his hands before throwing it at Mikey’s head.

“Ow! Man what the heck?!” He sputtered.

Raph just gave him another harsh glare before turning to stomp away through the glitter filled sewage water.

He could’ve sworn he saw at least eight different veins popping out of his brother’s head.

Mikey stuck his tongue out at him before sighing “Man why is it that my most intricate pranks always go unappreciated.”

That was what caused Leo to finally snap.

“IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW INTRICATE IT WAS MICHELANGELO!” He yells frustration seeping into his voice

Mikey jumped a bit at his brother’s volume. The full name usage was never a good thing.
Thinking he was just mad about being covered in glitter he started trying to placate him.

“I mean I know it looks bad but I made sure this stuff was the kind that dissolves in water and everything. Look! It’s already dissolving so it’s fine-“

“IT'S NOT FINE MIKEY.” Donatello was the one to yell at him this time.

Donatello, ever the rational one, took a few deep breaths before continuing.

“We thought you were dying. All we heard were a couple of screams and then nothing.” His grip on his bo-staff tightens as he continues.

“For all we knew you were bleeding out somewhere in the sewers and you’re just here pulling some dumb prank?!” Donatello says, his voice breaking.

Oh. Oh ok yeah that is kind of bad.

“Aw man…guys I really didn’t think you were gonna take it that seriously.” Mikey regrets the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.

Leonardo’s eye began to twitch in that way he just knew his brother wasn’t going to forgive him anytime soon.

“Wait dude, I didn’t mean it like that i just meant-“

He’s cut off again as Leo huffs
“It doesn’t matter what you mean Mikey. The truth of the matter is you’re just never going to take things seriously are you. You’re just going to keep playing around like some kid forever.”

Leo sighs gripping his forehead as a headache begins to form.
“When you get yourself into a real emergency don’t bother calling.” Leo scoffs.

He then turns around to walk back towards the lair with Donnie following quickly behind him.
Michelangelo had just watched as they turned the corner without saying another word.

He was left there stunned as his brother’s words played over and over again in his head. While most of it was kinda hurtful, that last line was what had really got him.

He knew Leo hadn’t really meant it. It was just one of those times where brothers tend to go too far in the heat of the moment.

He definitely didn’t mean that.

Mikey slumped in on himself.

He wasn’t really sure what to do now. The thought of heading back to the lair right now made him feel physically ill. He can already imagine how thick the tension would be.

He decided he should probably give them time to cool down, maybe go grab a couple of pizzas or something. His brothers were at least three times more forgiving after they’d been fed. It was a scientific fact. He had tested it.

With a plan in mind he sent a quick text to splinter he knew his father would still have a stick up his butt about him going off on his own but at least he was letting him know first.

‘Getting apology pizza brb!’

After adding copious amounts of heart emojis he deemed the text worthy of his father and hit send.

With his plan set into motion he made an order for a couple of pizzas, with a generous helping of toppings of course, to be set outside the sewer grate closest to him.

New Yorkers were willing to do some weird things for a good tip.

 

Twenty minutes later he was sitting on a rooftop munching away at a slice as he looked up at the stars.
He should’ve just taken the pizza into the sewer as soon as he had gotten it but instead he had decided to give himself time to wind down as well.

Which turned out to be another one of the many mistakes he had made today.

He had been picking off some jalapeños from his pizza when he had heard a familiar and agitating voice coming from behind him.

“I knew if we waited long enough we would find one of you turtles lurking about.” A family voice says practically dripping with vitriol.

Mikey dropped his pizza in his rush to grab his chucks as he spins around to face the voice as dread pooled in his stomach.

Standing there, much too close to his liking, was Hun. The massive, hulking, sadistic, leader of the purple dragons gang. Who due to a recent mishap with some mutagen had recently been turned into a mutant turtle like him.

Which only fueled the man’s hatred of turtles sadly.

“Hey Hun. You’re looking a little green.” Mikey couldn’t help but tease him.

He relished the way the man’s jaw clenched in anger. He may not have been good at taking things seriously but he was good at seriously pissing people off.

Hun growled at him before cracking his neck in a threatening manner.

“You know I was feeling pretty generous. I was going to try to do this with minimal damage as per my employer's instructions, but suddenly I’m not feeling so generous anymore.” He seethes as he snaps his fingers.

Well technically they were claws now.

The second hun had snapped several more gang members had begun climbing up onto Mikey’s rooftop hideaway. They had even been so kind as to bring presents.

In the form of massive alien looking guns.

How thoughtful.

So much for his few minutes of peace. He hadn’t been too upset about it; he figured bashing in a couple heads would clear his mind just as well.

Then he shuddered because that was such a Raphael thing to think.

Michelangelo cracked his neck as well though it probably hadn’t been as threatening as when Hun did it considering he was half the man’s size.

“What? Did leading things on your own get too tough for you big guy? Always stuck working for somebody else aren’t you.” He taunted.

Hun seemed to have decided that the time for words was over considering he lunged straight for Mikey’s head.

Thankfully he had been expecting something like that so he easily managed to dodge out of the behemoth's way.
The momentum had almost sent Hun flying off the roof but Michelangelo had never been that lucky.
Hun managed to skid to a stop right at the edge of the roof before he spun around with a growl although this time it was directed at his subordinates.

“What are you all standing around for?!” Hun demanded

The gang members who had, in fact, just been standing around finally jumped into action at their bosses word as they began to fire at Michelangelo.

Thankfully their aim sucked. It reminded him of that old space movie that Leo had been obsessed with as a kid. Hundreds of those white armored dudes and they could never land a shot.

Much like these guys.

He weaved through the blasts of lasers without even breaking a sweat. He ducked to avoid another blast while sweeping the legs out from three of his wannabe shooters.

 

He continues the trend of kicking butt, and looking great while doing it, he even manages to take out nearly half of his opponents before things really start to go wrong.

Just as he was thinking that this was going to be a pretty easy fight, a stray blast managed to hit his wrist, the shock of it causing him to drop his Nunchuck.

Maybe he had been a little bit too cocky.

Before he had a chance to grab it he had felt his uninjured arm get yanked up into the air. Hun had grabbed his other chuck midswing and used it to dangle him several feet off the ground.

The rest of the group had stopped shooting while their boss had a hold of him and did not want to be responsible for shooting their boss no doubt. Which was a small mercy at best.

Hun didn’t manage to hold onto him for long; he didn't even give the man time to gloat before he had swung himself up and used the momentum to kick the man right in the forehead causing him to stumble back as he flipped back down onto the ground.

Sadly Hun managed to keep a firm grip on his other nunchuck but it was almost worth it to see the bump that had quickly started to form on the mutant's head.

It was less worth it when more purple dragons had swung open the door of the roof and began spilling out.

Definitely not great odds to be unarmed in. With one chuck lost in the scuffle and the other in the hands of hun he suddenly wasn’t feeling so great about how this fight was going to go for him anymore.

He slowly backed up to the edge of the roof as he found himself at the wrong end of around thirty guns.
Before the shooting could start up again Hun raised a hand up motioning for them to hold their fire.

“Let’s be reasonable here. You’re clearly in no shape to win this. How about you come along quietly like a good little turtle and no one gets hurt.” Hun said with a condescending smirk.

He did have a point though. He definitely couldn’t take all these guys on this cramped rooftop.

“Yeah you’re right I can’t win this so…..Bye!”
He waves before jumping off of the roof onto the fire escape below.

He quickly cascaded down onto the street below laughing as he heard Huns bellow of rage from above him.

He expertly weaves through the back alleyways still dodging a stray bullet from here and there as the purple dragons continue to try and shoot him from up on top of the roof.

And continue to miss of course.

He only manages to run about a block before he runs into more purple dragons. He’s quick to hide in the shadows before they manage to spot him. He pivots and starts heading to the right.

Where there's more dragons.

Okay so he’ll just head left- where he spots more dragons.

Looks like recruitment numbers have definitely gone up seeing as he was currently surrounded on all sides. He even spots more of them on the the different rooftops above him

He hears the voices on his left get louder as they start to head closer to his direction. Without another choice he hops into the nearest dumpster in an attempt to wait them out.

Gross.

Now he was sticky and he barely got to eat half a slice of pizza so he was basically starving to death. Also he could still hear those dumb jerks skulking about trying to find him.

 

He could basically hear what Leo would’ve told him to do in this situation

‘A true ninja knows when he should call for backup so he doesn’t get shot to death’ although he would say it in a sage wisdomy way.

Mikey doesn’t have time for that right now he’s about to die. Without much other choice he whips out his shell cell and finds himself hitting the emergency beacon for the second time that day.

He begins whispering Into his phone as quietly as he could.
“Uh hey guys so funny story I actually am kind of in danger for real this time and there’s guns and also I’ve kind of been shot with a laser burns a lot more than you might think-“

An exasperated sigh cuts off his panicked rambling.

“Mikey you cannot be serious right now” Donnie had groaned.
“I’m in the middle of overhauling our security mainframe and you know how delicate that is-“

“Don I know. I’m about to die.” He says making sure to really emphasize the word die.

“It don’t sound like you’re about to die.” Raphael stated unimpressed. Clearly he wasn’t taking this seriously.

“Well Raphie I am currently hiding in a dumpster but if you want I can hop right out and go back to being shot at.” He says sarcastically.

He hears another sigh over the line and immediately knows Leo had finally joined in.

“Hey Leo, my favorite brother so any chance you guys would be willing to come and save my life?” He whispered, getting a little desperate at this point as the voices appeared to be only a few feet away from the dumpster now.

“Mike we can’t keep doing this, the pranking has got to stop. It was bad enough when you super glued all our weapons to our hands-“

“That was funny and I stand by that.”

“-and you made Raphael think he was stuck in a parallel dimension where wrestling didn’t exist-“

“Objectively hilarious.”

“-but you can’t keep using the emergency line for fun and games! No one’s ever going to trust you if you keep doing stuff like this!” Leo’s voice continues to get louder and louder as he gets more frustrated.

“Shhhh! Dude I get it but you have got to be quiet you’re gonna get me-“

All of the sudden Mikey’s feels a whoosh as the lid of his dumpster is slammed open.

“Well if it isn’t a turtle. I see you’re hanging out in the trash where you belong.” Hun grins menacingly as Mikey cranes his neck to look up at him.

“-caught.”

He can hear his brother's voices overlap as they finally realize the gravity of his situation.

“Oh shell Mikey was that Hun?” He manages to pick out Donnie’s voice through the cacophony of brotherly worry.

He gives Hun a sheepish smile as he answers.
“Uh dudes….I’m gonna have to call you back.”

“Mikey we’ll be there in a minute just hold on-“ before Leo can finish what he was going to say Mikey cell was being ripped from his hand.

“Don’t bother.” And that was all Hun had bothered to say before he crushed the cell in his fist.

Why do bad guys always do that? That was the fifth phone he’d lost.

“Now turtle.” Hun cracked his knuckles. “I believe we have some unfinished business.”

“Oh fuck.”

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

“So….any chance you feel like ranting about your entire evil plan to me?” Mikey asks as he stares at the ground in boredom from his place over Hun’s, frankly, obnoxiously spiked shoulder.

Michelangelo can’t help but roll his eyes. Like ok you’re a villain you didn’t need to grow that many spikes.

“No.” Hun answers.

“Ok yeah just thought I’d ask.”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly he had been caught after Hun had found him. He didn’t even manage to get a single hit in before hun had lifted him by the neck, thrown him on the ground, and had him tied up without giving him a chance to even blink.

Dude must’ve been a Boy Scout or something because frankly the knot work was too impressive not to have been.

Thankfully he was a highly trained ninja so the ropes were only a minor inconvenience at best.
He mentally thanked splinter for all of the knot tying and untying lessons he had been forced to partake in as a child. The entire time Hun had been walking to…wherever he was going, he had been subtly undoing the man’s handy work.

He had just gotten them slack enough that he could break out with a few simple twists when he heard the engine of a car and when he lifted his head to check he found just that rolling up in front of the alleyway they had just exited.

Well it was now or never.

“Hey.”

He’s met with silence.

“Hun, I'm talking to you.”

More silence. Oh nobody ignores Mikey for long.

“You know I’m just going to get more and more annoying as this goes on so you might as well answer me-“

“What?! What do you want.” The man finally conceded.

“To stab you.”

“What-“

Without giving Hun a chance to react Mikey twists his arm out of his confines and reaches into his belt swiftly pulling out one of his shuriken and stabbing it into the man’s neck right above his shell.

Hun screams as he loses his grip allowing Mikey to tumble forward into a roll behind the man. He jumps up quickly removing the rest of the rope before breaking into a sprint back down the alleyway.

He only makes it about halfway before he feels a massive hand grasp the back of his shell and yank him up off the ground.

He really wished being turned into a turtle had made Hun slower.

He’s spun around to face his captor once again. Who despite being a bit bloodier does seem all that worse for wear. Curse him and his ridiculous thick neck muscles. He makes a mental note to stab harder if he actually wants to incapacitate the man.

“Uh- would you believe me if I said my hand had slipped?” He asks, smiling awkwardly.

Hun growls, ignoring his question.
“I don’t care if it’ll cost me money, I'm going to break every bone in your body.” He begins reaching his massive hand towards Michelangelo's face.
“I think I’ll start with your jaw.” He says his mouth turning up into a sick grin

He can’t help himself as he sees the hand getting closer and closer he lets instincts take over. He pops his head into his shell with the rest of his limbs following soon after.

Hun lets go of his shell in shock sending Michelangelo clattering onto the cement, the force of it causing him to hiss as he’s knocked around in his shell. Better than having his jaw broken that’s for sure.

“What the- get out of there you coward!” Hun picks up his shell and begins shaking him wildly.

It didn't take the man long to see that method was going to work anytime soon.
“Fine. You want to stay in there so bad, go ahead.”

He’s not even able to reply before Hun throws him, reminiscent of a petulant child, across the alleyway. He feels himself ricochet off one of the walls before he finally skids to a stop.

He groans as he feels his entire body begin to ache along with that burn on his wrist he had almost forgotten about. At least the adrenaline was keeping them from hurting too badly but despite that he could already tell he was in for a rough time once it wore off. He was in for an even rougher time at the medical bay whenever he got home.

If he got home. Right, he should probably focus on doing that.

He had barely begun to escape from his shell when he heard the terrible screech of metal ripping from right beside him. Then without warning he feels himself getting lifted up once again and a cold hard sensation wraps itself around him.

He pokes his head out of his shell enough to see that what used to be part of the dumpster he had once hid in was now securely wrapped around his torso blocking him from releasing his arms and legs out of his shell. Not that it would stop him from trying of course.

Sadly despite his many sweet ninja skills his master had not taught him how to break metal. He’ll have to file a complaint about that.

At some point during his fruitless struggle against the rusted metal he finally realized there was no way he was going to escape from this on his own.

The only chance he had was to stall until his brothers finally got their shells in gear and found him. The chances of that were too great. He was at least twenty minutes away from the lair and he’d only called his brothers ten minutes ago at most.

All in all he was kind of screwed.

The thought made him struggle more desperately; he only stops once he hears a menacing chuckle from above him. He lifts his head to glare at Hun who had been content watching him wiggle around uselessly.

Jerk.

“Having trouble there little turtle? I thought since you liked being in the trash so much we could bring it with us.” He smirks “Aren’t I generous?”

Michelangelo was about to tell him how he really felt but he saw Huns hand gunning for his face for the second time and quickly tucked his head back into his shell.

Apparently that wasn’t enough to deter him this time and he grabs his sides and lifts him up so that Michelangelo could see his face through the opening in his shell.

“I asked you a question, turtle.” He speaks as if he was talking to a child. “You better answer unless you want another trip down the alleyway.”

Man fuck this guy.

“Yeah generous isn’t exactly the word I would use to describe it-“

Hun begins squeezing.

“Okay, okay!” He yelps panicking “Thank you! I love being trapped in metal so much!”

 

Thankfully Hun decides to ignore the blatant sarcasm and stops trying to crush him to death.

Remaining silent, Hun readjusts him under his arm.
Deciding to keep his head in his shell for now Mikey can only see through the sliver of an opening that the car from earlier was now getting closer.

Aw man, his brothers had totally warned him about never letting himself get taken to secondary locations.

Well in his defense he wasn’t letting anything happen but he doubts his brothers are going to listen to him when they force him to go through kidnapping safety training like eight more times after this is over.

With a few more steps hun finally reaches the car he’s quick to yank open the door and not very gently toss Michelangelo in adding to his already impressive collection of bruises as he lands on the floorboard.

As if things weren’t bad enough once Hun climbs in he feels twin pressures digging into the top of his shell. He didn’t have to be as smart as Donnie to realize he was currently being used as a footrest.

“Seriously dude.” He whines.

“Just so you don’t get any ideas.” Mikey could practically see the smirk on Huns face.

Once he got out of this he would make sure Hun was the one with a broken jaw.

“Now let’s get something straight. I want this car ride as silent as possible and since that might be difficult for you I’ve prepared some…motivation.” Hun says with a chuckle.

Mikey hears some kind of rustling from above him though he can’t see what the man was doing from his position on the floorboard.

“What’s that supposed to mean-“ he’s cut off by a hiss of gas.

“Night, night, turtle.” Huns' voice sounds strangely garbled.

 

He realizes the sounds were probably Hun securing a gas mask to his face.

He also realizes as his eyes begin to get heavy that he is in some deep shit.

Before he finally succumbs to his forced slumber he hears the ringing of a cell phone.

“The package has been secured. Let Bishop know I’m on my way.” Hun says before hanging up.

That was the last thing he registers before he finally passes out.

Notes:

Wow this seems pretty bad. Surely nothing could get worse from here.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

The ao3 curse got me guys my uncle died.

Michelangelo's brain feels like it's melting. If he tilted his head he’s pretty it would fall right out of his ear. He can feel every one of his veins throbbing as he becomes aware enough to feel the worst migraine he's ever had.

Maybe if he whines hard enough master splinter will let him skip morning practice. If he looks as bad as he feels he might not even have to say anything.

He tries to get up out of his bed only to be met with unexpected resistance. Actually now that he's thinking about it he's pretty sure his bed is usually a lot comfier than this.

He was also pretty sure his bed wasn’t made out of metal.

Panic grips him as the memories finally come rushing back causing his eyes to shoot open.
He glances around frantically only for his worst fears to be proven true.

He was in a lab.

By the looks of it he was in one of bishops labs. If the ominous red lighting and general foreboding aura was anything to go by.

He was even strapped down to one of the same metal tables that had haunted his nightmares since he and his brothers were captured the first time.

Glancing around the creepy lab he found plenty of things that made his stomach turn. Creepy machines, creepy tools, creepy creatures in jars, all the makings of the world's creepiest lab, but no Bishop in sight.

Looking around it was hard for Michelangelo to believe that the man who owned this freakshow of a place would one day be the president. He kind of wishes the character development would happen now instead of in fifty some odd years.

Okay. This was fine. Bishop not being here yet just means he has time to plan his inevitable escape. He's escaped from Bishop tons of times before. He usually had his brothers there to help him of course but that's beside the point. All he had to do was find an opportunity to one up Bishop, as he usually does, and bolt on out of here.

Of course he wasn't sure where exactly he was since Bishop seemed to collect evil labs like Pokémon cards but at least he was still probably in America.

Judging by the stiffness in his body he'd only been asleep for a few hours at most, not nearly enough time for Bishop to transport him too far.

Unless he had insanely high tech transportation.

Which he does.

Maybe it would be better not to think about it too hard.

"Okay Mikey." He starts whispering to himself. "You're just in a freaky lab with an evil jerkwad itching to dissect you. No biggie."

He takes a few calming breaths trying to do what master splinter always told him to. Which was to assess his surroundings and then formulate a plan.

So assessment. He was currently strapped down to a metal table. Only this time instead of leather straps he was being held down using metal rings. Apparently Bishop had upgraded since the last time he escaped.

At least it wasn't made out of a dumpster.

He struggled against the metal as hard as he could to check if there was any sort of give but it was completely solid.

As metal tends to be.

The good news: it didn't seem to be welded to the table or anything. The best he could guess was there was probably a button or something that could release him.

The bad news was Bishop was probably the only one who could release him.

Great.

He feels his right wrist twinge a bit. Probably irritated by his struggling although it doesn't hurt as bad as it had before. It had been wrapped sometime during his bout with unconsciousness.

Which was definitely weird. He can't imagine Hun caring enough to bandage it meaning Bishop must have done it? Which makes even less sense. Why bandage him up just to dissect him later? All this assessment is giving him a headache.

With that done the only thing left was to formulate a plan.

.....

Yeah he's got nothing.

He was completely stuck. He could barely even wiggle his fingers much less figure out a way out of here. Looks like the only thing he can do is wait.

So he waits.

 

He was going to die of boredom. He wasn't built for waiting this long or any amount of time really. The only time he was ever still was when he was sleeping and, according to his brothers, he wasn't even capable of being still then.

Maybe that was part of Bishops plan. Maybe he knew the longer he made Michelangelo wait the more antsy he would be. That diabolical bastard.

"BISHOP!" He yelled "I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING CREEP!"

Silence.

"C'MON DUDE THIS ISN'T COOL!" He raged as he struggled against his confines once more despite knowing the futility of it.

"That's enough Michelangelo."

Not expecting the voice to come directly behind him he lets out a screech.

Call and he shall appear bishop stepped out from behind one of the pillars holding an iPad that he was tapping away on not sparing Michelangelo a single glance.

"Believe it or not Michelangelo you're not the most important thing I'm working on right now." He states never making eye contact.

He's not sure whether or not that's good or bad.

Bishop finally finishes whatever he was typing and sets the iPad down on a small desk next to him. With that Bishop's focus is solely directed on him

Michelangelo suddenly wishes he would go back to the IPad.

"You seem tense." Bishop says as he begins circling.

"Oh gee I wonder why." Michelangelo rolls his eyes as he scoffs.

Bishop's face remains blank “Ever the 'funny one' aren't you. Even in a situation like this."

He gives Bishop a smile that’s all teeth. "What can I say? I'm a creature of habit."

Bishop appealed almost amused for a split second before it steeled back to neutrality. Although no matter what face he makes he still
Looked threatening.
"A creature indeed. Let's cut to the chase."

Suddenly Michelangelo was being leaned back as the table he was one was made to lay flat forcing him to stare up at the ceiling tiles.

He turns his head to watch Bishop walk to a cabinet attached to the far wall and begins pulling out several instruments. Most of them seemed to be just regular medical equipment. He had several different machines in his arms and was quick to begin attaching them to Michelangelo's person.

 

He's nervous at first but the only thing the man seemed to be doing was setting up equipment to monitor vitals. The man even takes his temperature! It almost feels like he's back in Donnie's lab after a mission gone wrong.

If Donnie went crazy and turned evil.

"Uh....hate to interrupt but...what are you doing?" He asks, trying not to sound as nervous as he was.

"Recording your baseline vitals." Bishop says pulling out of those doctor rolling chairs he's seen on tv and once again pulling out the iPad. Presumably to insert his findings. "You have a much lower blood pressure than a typical human is that typical for you."

"Uh I don't know, probably?" He can't help but answer with pure confusion overwhelming him.

"Interesting." More tapping.

Somehow this is worse than the waiting. Although this time he's a little too nervous to try to spur him on.

Bishop doesn't make him wait long this time before he's once again out of the chair and walking to yet another cabinet.

This time he comes back with much scarier looking equipment.

"Aw man, do you have to take blood samples?" He moans.

This gives Bishop a bit of pause. "Out of all the things I could be doing to you right now. You're upset about losing a little blood?”

Okay that is a little embarrassing when he puts it that way but Michelangelo is nothing if not stubborn.

"Yeah well. It's my blood okay! I made it myself and I'd like to keep it inside my body. Thank you very much." He says with a petulant huff.

"Too bad you don't have a choice." Bishop pointed out as he pulled out a remote pressing one of the buttons. Michelangelo feels the metal around his left arm retract leaving it completely free for one blissful moment before bishop traps his wrist once again although this time it's in the man's own painful grip.

"Try anything and I'll be cutting off your entire arm to use as my sample." He emphasizes his threat with a painful squeeze.

"I got it dude, I won't move so just let go of me!" Michelangelo demands voice sounding higher pitched than he would've liked.

Bishop keeps his grip firm, squinting his eyes suspiciously behind his sunglasses for a long while before finally releasing him.

True to his word Michelangelo kept his arm still letting Bishop move it around as he liked. It takes almost all of master Splinter's mental train to keep from swiping at the man. He does like his arm being attached to his body after all.
Without further ado the man began to attach a tourniquet above where he would be sticking in the needle.

Michelangelo can't help but look away as the man began drawing his blood into several vials. So he's a little squeamish. Usually the only people trying to draw his blood besides Donnie are evil.

Case in point.

Bishops fills up around five vials total before he finally deems the amount satisfactory. Michelangelo watches as the man takes the vials over to a small refrigerator in the wall. He can't help but feel a bit nauseous as he sees his own blood sloshing around the vials.

When Bishop finally comes back over he has what looks to be the set up for a basic IV.

Michelangelo can't take this anymore; he has to know what's going on here.

"Look dude not that I want it to happen or anything but shouldn't you be dissecting me by now?" He asks awkwardly. "Usually that's all you ever talk about and now you're just here playing doctor? What the shell is going on?!" He demands

Bishop has the gall to look offended. "I am not playing anything. I am a doctor. I've had time to get several doctorates in fact."

"That doesn't answer my question and you know it." Michelangelo glares at the man who just rolls his eyes.

"I would enjoy being elbow deep in your guts right about now but for the sake of the experiment I'm working on right now it requires more of a...delicate touch." He sighs "Disappointingly that requires sustaining your life for much longer than I would prefer. Hence keeping you alive via fluids."

As he says this he stabs a catheter into Michelangelo's arm quickly securing the tubing of the iv into it before applying some kind of dressing. Once everything was secure Bishop pressed that damn button again causing the metal to spring up and trap his arm once more.

As much as he didn't want to know, he's read enough comic books to know that when a villain is explaining his evil scheme so willingly it's best to keep him talking.

"What...what kind of experiment?" He asks, voice sounding weak.

Bishop smiles.

"I suppose the correct word would be experiments. Plural. I have a lot of plans for you. As for my two main goals." He lifted one finger. "The first is to recreate the mutagen that created you in the first place and use its properties to enhance my army in order to prepare for the inevitable alien threat.”

"...and the second?"

The man's smile grows even wider than before.

"Well Michelangelo, I'm going to cure you."

Notes:

Funny story this fic was only supposed to be like three chapters total. It’s quickly spiraled out of my control

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Summary:

We get a little interlude from the other brothers! Hopefully they’re handling this well

"Cure me?! What the shell is that supposed to mean?!" Michelangelo demands Slightly hysterical. "I'm not even sick?!"

Bishop sneers at him. "Well, let me put this in a way your feeble turtle brain will be able to comprehend. Once I've recreated the mutagen I’m going to reverse engineer it in order to find a way to turn you back into a simple children's pet."

Bishop begins stalking closer to him leaning in towards his face as he continues his rant.

"You see, my reasoning is simple. I've decided you, your brothers, and even your father have become a much bigger nuisance than I'm comfortable letting roam around on my planet."

He puts a hand on Michelangelo's head as if he was comforting a small child. "Don't worry. If you behave you and your family will be well taken care of….As pets. I might even be inclined to release you back into nature where you belong."

Michelangelo breaks out into a cold sweat as he sees Bishop's gaze harden beneath his sunglasses.

"If you decide to misbehave I might just stick you in a cage on my desk for the rest of your lifespan. However long that may be, I'm willing to wait." He threatens his voice dripping with malice.

"Is there a third option where you give up your evil ways and just let me go home?" Michelangelo asks.

Bishop snorts.
"You amuse me."

Great. Let's just print that accomplishment on a trophy and put it next to his battle nexus one.

Apparently done with the conversation, Bishop spins around on his heel and walks towards the doorway leaving Michelangelo baffled.

"Wait, you're not just going to leave me here are you?" He questioned.

Bishop turns his head around. "Frankly there's not much left for me to do here. The sedative should be kicking in soon and I can just have one of my scientists monitor your vitals as you're sleeping." He waves dismissively.

"Sedative?!" Michelangelo splutters.

"Of course I need to get a baseline for when you're unconscious as well and I doubt you'll be able to fall asleep here. Therefore I gave you a sedative you're welcome." He says as if Michelangelo was actually supposed to be grateful somehow.

Just A few moments later he feels his eyes getting heavy once again as he watches Bishop Leave. Before he's out the door completely the man pauses as he says one last thing.

"Don't worry about getting bored, I know how much you hate that, there will be plenty more tests once you wake up." With that he strides out of the room leaving Michelangelo nothing to do but fall asleep mind stuck on what kind of horrible experiments the man could have in mind for him.

Using his last bits of consciousness he wonders what's taking his family so damn long to find him.

 

The family in question was busy losing their minds. Michelangelo had been missing for exactly six hours which at this point might as well have been a lifetime.

The second the brother's had realized that Michelangelo was, in fact, in mortal peril they practically tripped over themselves in trying to get to the battle shell. Leonardo had hit the gas before Donatello even had time to insert the directions to the orange clad ninja's last known signal.

Despite speeding enough to make a twenty minute trip in less than ten the turtles were disappointed to find nothing but an empty alleyway waiting for them. Not letting that deter him Leonardo began barking orders at his other two brothers to start looking for clues. His brothers, for once, immediately followed them. Even Raphael who typically questioned him first followed orders later.

To add to their growing disappointment the only things they found in the alley was the crushed shellcell, some blood, and a completely mangled dumpster.

Leonardo could only hope that the blood was Hun's.

They scoured everywhere they could in the immediate area hoping to find anything that could lead them to their missing brother. Despite the frenzy of their search, all they managed to find was a rooftop that had clearly been the sign of a scuffle and...Michelangelo's nunchucks.

Nothing that would lead them to their brother.

If that didn't make them feel guilty enough they had also found several, now cold, boxes of pizzas. When Raphael had opened them up the group was horrified to find each box contained one of their favorites.

They had started a small unspoken tradition a few years back. Being teenage boys none of them were particularly good at using their words to apologize so instead they had all silently agreed when one of them fucked up it would be on them to buy pizzas for everybody.

Leonardo notices one pizza has a slice missing and comes to the conclusion that his brother must have been up here taking a breather when he was attacked.

He had shared his assessment with the other two and it only fueled their desperation to find their brother. Maybe if they hadn’t been so harsh Michelangelo wouldn’t have even come up here by himself in the first place.

After a few hours of more fruitless searching Donatello finally convinced them that the best way to find Michelangelo wasn't going to be searching mindlessly. Their best bet was to call in reinforcements and to come up with an actual plan.

That's how they ended up where they are now. Sitting across from Casey, April, and their own father explaining how Michelangelo even got captured in the first place.

Leonardo took the lead in explaining the day's events to the group, to the relief of his other brothers, while simultaneously having a staring contest with the floor hands clasped nervously in his lap. Any sign of his usual confidence was completely absent.

He knew Don and Raph were just as antsy as he was. Donatello was biting his nails, a nervous habit that hasn't appeared since they were children. Raphael was so keyed up he couldn’t even sit still. He was pacing back and forth with his hands gripping his forearms like a lifeline. They were all inching to continue the search and nervous about how their father was going to react to their failure.

Once Leonardo finishes his explanation he finally risked lifting his head. He was shocked to see that his father's eyes weren't filled with disappointment or anger towards him as he expected only sorrow.

"My sons." All three of them tense as their father begins speaking. "I must warn you not to take today's events upon yourselves. What has happened to your brother is not your fault."

"But sensei-" Leonardo was stopped as splinter lifted a hand.

"No. The only one at fault here was the man who took your brother In the first place. There is no time to argue otherwise. We must find Hun before it is too late." He states leaving no room for further arguments.

Leonardo tries to take his fathers words to heart but he can't help but think that if he had just listened to Mikey in the first place maybe they could've gotten there in time and none of this would even be happening.

But his master had a point. He had to bury his feelings for now and focus on the mission at hand.

Find Hun.

He would apologize to Mikey later

"Well I should be able to hack into the street's security cameras to see what kind of vehicle they used to take Mikey and maybe even where it took him." April suggested pulling out her laptop from her bag.

"Hey guys-." Casey said and was promptly interrupted.

"That's not a bad idea but I already noticed while we were searching the alley that all the camera's wires had been cut." Donatello puts a hand to his chin pensively. "This can't have been random; the dragons must have herded him to that alleyway on purpose in order to capture him without being spotted."

"Hey guys?" Casey asked again.

"Well maybe I can check nearby cell towers for outgoing calls at that time?" April said too lost in thought to even notice Casey had said anything.

"That might work but that's entirely dependent on if Hun or the other dragons even made any calls recently." Donatello tells her.

"That's true. Well maybe-"

Casey finally gives up and just interrupts the nerd fest. "Hun's at an old shipping warehouse down by the docks."

Everyone turns to stare at him incredulously.

"What?" He asks obliviously.

"Casey. How the shell do you know that?" Raphael demands.

"Oh my spy told me."

"Your spy."

"Yep."

"You have a spy."

"Ain't that what I just said?"

Raphael suddenly forces Casey to lean down as he yanks him by the shoulders and begins shaking him back and forth. "IF YOU KNEW THAT THE WHOLE TIME WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY NOTHING?!"

"Well I did try but Don and Ape were too busy talkin nerd shit." He defends.

"I'm gonna beat the shell out of you I swear to god-"

Leo steps in between the two causing Raphael to let go of Casey. "Guys! Stop fighting and focus."

He pauses for a second before turning his attention to Casey.

"...How exactly did you get someone to spy for you?" He asks.

Casey looks way too proud of himself as he begins to explain. "Pft that was easy. You guys aren't the only masters of espionage y'know."

"That's not an explanation." Raphael points out.

Casey's face turns red as his eyes begin darting around trying to avoid eye contact.
"Uh well I- you see-" he can't think of a good excuse in time so he just gives up. "Ok fine I just beat the crud out of the guy and he promised to keep an eye on the dragons for me if I stopped hitting him."

April snorted. "Why am I not surprised you brute." Despite her words she smiles fondly at him.

"Alright, enough sappy stuff. Let's get a move on and kick Hun hard enough to put him in a coma and get our brother back." Raphael says, slamming his fist into his palm.

“Just make sure to wait until after we get all the information we need out of him before putting him into a coma.” Donatello points out, Raphael snorts, hitting him in the shoulder.

With a nod of agreement the three brothers once again dash to the battle shell Casey and April follow behind them albeit at a much slower pace. Ironic considering they're not the turtles.

The thirty minutes it takes to reach the warehouse feels like an eternity. The fact that Mikey had been missing for almost seven hours at this point was making everyone increasingly on edge. The tension was so thick in the vehicle they were practically swimming in it.

Finally, they arrived.

Leonardo parks a few blocks away and begins to go over then plan. April had pulled up the building's blueprints earlier so they already had a good idea on where to enter undetected.

"Alright, April you stay here and man communications if things go wrong we may need either a quick exit or more hands so be prepared to either pick us up or join the fight." Leonardo receives a nod in return

He then turns to his brothers. "Casey, you're going to have to wait outside the building and make sure Hun doesn’t try to escape. We're starting this mission out with stealth. We have to go completely unnoticed until we have eyes on Mikey. We can’t risk doing anything too soon if we’re not careful here he could get taken as a hostage."

Leonardo watches as Raphael's grip on his sai's tighten. He feels an overwhelming pang of sympathy for his brother knowing that, while he might be the leader, it was Raphael who was the most overprotective. This situation must be tearing him apart. It was tearing all of them apart.

Leonardo snaps himself back to attention; he can't afford to be distracted right now.

"Ahem. Once we know where Mikey is our priority it getting him out first-"

"Then can we destroy those losers?" Raphael asks almost desperate for a fight.

Ignoring the fact he was interrupted Leonardo agrees. "Yes Raph. Then we can destroy them." He affirmed.

With the basics of the plan set the brothers were quick to hop out of the vehicle heading to the warehouse in complete silence. Moving in tandem the brothers scale the building up to a small window near the roof. After squeezing through they flip quietly onto the rafters and squat down as they watch the scene unfold below them.

It was apparently some kind of deal going on between Hun and another gang. Hun was staring impatiently at a strange Looking man, he definitely looked the part of a stereotypical mobster. He was completely decked in tattoos, even his bald head was covered in them, and he was currently meticulously sifting through a briefcase full of cash.

Evidently he had been doing that for quite awhile. Hun looked just about ready to rip the guys head off.

Finally the stranger smiles wide showing off a set of completely gold teeth. "Looks like you really do have enough cash. Sorry for doubting you my turtle friend."

Hun’s eye twitches at the word turtle but he doesn’t say anything. This deal must be really important if he hadn’t decked the guy yet.

The man whips out his phone pressing a couple of buttons quickly. "The weapons will be delivered in about-" he checks his watch. "Five minutes. Looks like we have even more time to spend together."

"Fantastic." Hun growls.

The mobster leans back casually on one of the various crates surrounding them casually striking up a conversation. "I'm really surprised you managed to get that much cash so quickly. You been saving for a rainy day or something?"

Hun smiles cruelly. "Let's just say's I sold off an exotic pet."

Leonardo has to physically hold Raphael back.
He shakes his head at his brothers and motions for them to keep listening.

Hun sees the look of confusion on the mobsters face and continues unable to resist the urge to brag. "Surely you've heard of those ninja freaks who roam around in the night messing up all kinds of business for guys like us."

The stranger straightens up in shock as his jaw drops. "No way. You took down one of the ninja turtles?!"

Huns grin grows even wider. "Took down and then sold for a pretty penny. I even got promised a cure for my...condition." He's practically glowing under the other man's awe.

Sold. That word kept ringing in Leonardo's mind. Their brother had been sold.

Rage overwhelms the rest of his senses. He can't help but picture Michelangelo tied up somewhere being sold off to the highest bidder like some pet.

He shakes those thoughts out of his head. Turning towards his brothers he finally gives the signal to hop down. They've confirmed that Michelangelo wasn't here. Now it was time to beat the shell out of Hun until he told them where their brother actually was.

Leonardo feels a bit of sick satisfaction when he sees the awe on the no named mobsters face turn to fear. The man begins stammering and pointing behind at the turtles wordlessly.

Hun turns quickly but not quick enough to avoid being hit in the face. Surprisingly it was Donatello who made the first move slamming his Bo staff into the man's jaw knocking him off balance. without giving him a chance to recover Raphael is perched on his shell holding up his sai’s to his neck.

Raphael notices the bandages covering a fresh wound and smiles. At least he knows for sure the blood in the alley wasn't Mikey's. That and his brother put up one hell of a fight.

“Ah screw this man the deals off.” The stranger said, darting out the door. Although by the whacking sound it appears that he ran straight into Casey hockey stick.

This left Hun alone with three other very angry turtles. One of them was aiming some very sharp weapons at his neck.

 

"Where is our brother?" Leon demanded simply.

"Like I'd ever tell you freaks." Hun spit causing Raphael to close in with his sai's.

"If you want your ugly head to stay attached to your body I'd suggest you answer my brother's question." Raphael sneers.

Leonardo speaks again deceptively calm "I'll only ask one more time. Where is our brother."

Realizing he was truly at a disadvantage here Hun decided there wasn't any point in lying. "Didn't you already hear? I sold him. Was about to use the cash I got to make the biggest weapons deal of my career before you worms had to ruin it."

Leonardo's voice was sharper than his swords as he yelled. "WHO?! WHO DID YOU SELL HIM TO?!" Any semblance of calm disappeared out the window as he raged.

Bloodlust permeates the air. Hun recognized that if he didn't tell them the truth this might truly be his last moment on earth.

"Alright. Call your dog off." He demands.

Leonardo just glares.

"Either you call him off or I keep my information to myself."

He hesitated not trusting Hun in the slighting but eventually he motions for Raphael to get off.

Raphael listens but makes sure to kick Hun in the head as he flips down onto the ground.

Hun takes a relieved breath rubbing his neck. "That's better. Glad to see you know how to behave when it counts." He sneers at Raphael

"Why you-" Raphael moves to attack again but Donatello holds an arm out to stop him.

"Not now." He turn back to Hun aiming his Bo staff at the man once more. "No more stalling. Where is Mikey?"

Hun sees no point in keeping the information from them. It's not like it matter whether or not the know who has him. They'll never find him.

"It was some wack job Agent with the government. Bishop was his name. Offered me about two hundred thousand in cash for the orange one." He admitted.

"What were you saying about a cure? What kind of cure?" Donatello probed further.

Hun rolls his eyes. "A cure for the damn flu what do you think it's for?! I'm a giant walking reptilian freak."

Donatello looks in shock. "Bishops developing a cure for the mutagen?!"

Hun smiles. "Thats right soon I'll be back to normal. I don't want to be lumped in with you losers any longer than I have to."

Suddenly it all clicked. Bishop wanted their brother to use in his sick experiments. Not only that he was looking for a way to reverse the effects of the mutagen that had created them.

Donatello's mind is going a thousand miles per hour as another realization popped into his head.
"Wait but you weren't hit with the same kind of mutagen we were. Yours was from a completely different dimension so even if Bishop's experiment worked it probably wouldn't even cure you."

Hun finally stopped smirking as Donatello's words struck true.

"Aw crud."

Notes:

The next chapters are where we really start to go into the experimentation so hope you’re excited!

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Michelangelo was kind of sick of being unconscious. He had no idea how long he’d been in captivity. He'd completely lost his sense of time considering he’s spent more time asleep than awake.

Although this time when he woke up he was surprised to see he had been moved not only that he was no longer strapped down to anything. He was just lying down on his plastron in a completely empty room. The room was stark white even the floor and ceiling which gave it a really trippy effect that was already starting to make his eyes hurt and they'd only been open for less than a minute.

He quickly checks himself over for any additional injuries but other than his wrist and a few minor bruises he was still completely fine. His wrist even looked like it had the bandages replaced. Looks like Bishop was being serious when he said he planned on keeping Michelangelo alive; it didn't seem like the man was even willing to risk a simple infection taking him out.

He may not have gained any new injuries but he was completely stripped of all his items. Including his mask. He technically wasn't naked because of the whole shell situation but it definitely didn't feel like it.

Deciding to focus on something he could actually solve he gets up off the floor and begins inspecting his new prison. The walls were completely barren, no windows, there wasn't even a door. It was as he was wondering how Bishop even got him in here in the first place that a burst of statics startled him.

"Don't bother looking around. The only means of escape is if I let you out." Bishop confirmed his fears.

Apparently Bishop had been observing his fruitless struggle the entire time. The room must have a kind of one way glass installed so Bishop could watch him. Creepy as always.

"Alright Bishop you've got me in your creepy stalker box. Now what." Michelangelo glared at a random wall. He hoped he guessed which wall Bishop was behind correctly if only to freak him out a little.

"It's exactly as I told you before you took your little nap." Bishop explained. "I'm going to be running some tests."

Michelangelo sighed. "Isn't my blood enough for you to develop your dumb 'cure'?" He asks making sure to put the word cure in air quotes.

"Perhaps. I'm leaving that avenue up to stockman for now. Currently I'm more interested in you."

Michelangelo makes a disgusted face. "Whoa dude at least take me to dinner first."

"Don't be crude." Bishops says while Michelangelo is busy fake gagging "I'm simply interested in your physical capabilities."

"What? You planning on making some kind of army out of turtles or something?" Michelangelo laughs.

"Perhaps not an entire army. I'm sure other animals would be much more effective in combat but should these results prove fruitful I'm sure a battalion or two of turtles could be useful." Bishop confirmed.

Mikey stood there in shock. For once it took him a moment before he was able to find his voice.

"Why- why are you telling me this?" He whispered. He was wondering if he even spoke loud enough for Bishop to hear him when the answer came.

"It simply doesn't matter if I tell you is all. You're never getting out of here. If I feel so inclined you might not ever make it out of this room." He declared.

Michelangelo might not be able to see him but he just knows the man looks much too proud of himself.

"Now it's time to begin-"

Michelangelo interrupts. "What makes you think I'm just gonna go along with your stupid tests?!"

He could hear the smile in Bishop's voice as he answered.

"I was hoping you'd ask Michelangelo."

Suddenly pain surges through him as his entire body lights up with electricity. Apparently the entire floor was electrified and without any way of escaping it he's forced to just stand there and take it until Bishop decides he's finally had enough.

Michelangelo's knees buckle as he falls harshly to the ground barely managing to catch himself before he falls completely flat. He heaves as he feels his muscles continue to spasm for a moment even after the shock ends.

"Feel like cooperating yet?" Bishop questioned smugly.

Michelangelo has to stifle a cough before he can answer.

"Eat shit-" he's cut off by another shock, this one lasting a bit longer than the last.

This time Bishop speaks to him while he's being electrocuted.

"The only way this stops is if you agree to cooperate. You should know this by now." He states.

Finally the shock stops and Michelangelo is allowed to catch his breath. Bishop continues speaking before he could tell him to eat shit once again.

"The only reason you're here instead of your brothers is because I figured you'd be the one easiest to coerce. If that's not the case I can always send Hun out to pick me up a new turtle." He threatens

When Michelangelo remains silent he continues.

"Leonardo was my next choice, you know. I'm sure it would be easy to convince him to go along with my plan if I simply use you as a hostage."

He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Leo being here with him. What's worse was the bastard just kept talking.

"It would be entertaining to say the least to force you to watch your brother break down bit by bit. Despite how strong he is I'm sure you realize by now how easy it would be for me to crush his spirit. It would be easy to crush yours as well since it would be all your fault."

Michelangelo finally raised his head to speak. "Stop. Shut up." His voice felt too weak to say much more.

"Finally willing to behave?" Bishop asked, still sounding all too smug.

The second Michelangelo broke out of here the first thing he was going to do was beat Bishop to death with a chair. Future Bishop be damned this guy was going to die.

"Fine. You win this round jerkwad. Just leave my bros out of this." He finally acquiesced.

"You turtles are so predictable. Just the threat of harm coming to your brothers and you fold so easily." He almost sounded disappointed "Very well let's begin."

Just then a hole opens up from the floor and up rises a simple treadmill.

Michelangelo glances at it warily. "What exactly am I supposed to do?"

Bishop sighs exasperated. "It's a treadmill. Obviously I want you to run."

"Why?" He asks stubbornly.

"To test your endurance and speed. Now get on before I electrocute you again." Bishop demands.

He slowly gets up before making his way to the offending object. Making sure to drag his feet as much as possible. Eventually though he's standing right in front of it with ideas on how to delay the inevitable.

So he hops on.

As soon as his feet hit the treadmill wires descend from the ceiling attaching themselves all over his body.

"Ew! What the shell are these!?" Michelangelo screeches.

"Electrodes. They're going to measure your heart rate. Now begin."

The treadmill starts slowly moving and Michelangelo has to begin walking in order to avoid falling off.

And that's how the awful experiment begins. It's boring at first. Just walking without anything else to stimulate him. He wishes he could at least watch some kind of movie but knowing Bishop if he asked he'd probably be shown the top one hundred dissection hits of all time.

Eventually around the fifteen minute mark the treadmill went up a level. Another fifteen minutes another level. The trend continued until Michelangelo found himself running at full speed just to avoid being flung off the machine.

Once Bishop had found his max speed that's where the machine seemed to stay. Michelangelo was panting hard as he continued to run. This was better in the sense he was no longer under stimulated but worse in the sense he could feel his lungs beginning to collapse.

The minutes felt like hours as all he could do was run while being forced to stare at the white wall in front of him. Sweat began dripping down his face into his eyes.

Finally his body couldn't take it anymore. His knees gave out as he felt his body skid off the machine and crash painfully onto the white floor with a groan.

He was going to have some serious road burn.

He laid there completely flat trying and failing to catch his breath. He must have sweated out at least half the water in his body.

He groaned again as he heard the speaker crackle once more signaling that Bishop was about to say something annoying.

"These results proved to be quite interesting. While your speed isn't up to par with any top athletes it's still impressive."

Michelangelo holds a shaky thumbs up as his face remains buried in the floor.

"Now your endurance on the other hand is fascinating. I'm not sure if you're aware of this but even the most well trained humans can only run at full speed for a maximum of two hours."

God when would this guy stop yapping.

"You, Michelangelo, just ran for three hours and 24 minutes." He revealed.

He didn't really care.

Instead of reply to what he was actually saying Michelangelo made a demand. "Water....now..."

He could hear Bishop scoff. "Now now. No need to be so demanding. You did well enough I suppose."

A small slot in the floor opened in front of him and a water bottle rose out of the floor. He snatched it as quick as he could, practically ripping the lid off before downing it in mere seconds.

It helped a little but it still felt like his entire body was collapsing around him. He could bring himself to do anything but sit there breathing as deeply as he could begging for the metallic taste in his mouth to go away.

Maybe he should’ve been worried about the water bottle being poisoned or something but he was too out of it to dwell on that.

"I suppose that's about all I'll be getting from you today." Bishop said. "Well I can't be too disappointed. These are promising results."

"Kill yourself." Michelangelo huffs.

"....That's a bit intense for you." Bishops sounds about as shocked as he can be.

"I'd say sorry...but I'm not." He wheezed.

"Alright we'll end things here. Make sure to deal with your attitude by the time I get back. Otherwise the button to give you another shock is all too easy to press."

Michelangelo wishes he had enough fingers to flip him off.

Notes:

I don’t think any of this is medically accurate but the good news is I don’t thinks there’s anyone who’s actually experimented on mutated turtles that can tell me I’m wrong 👍

Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Summary:

Mikey takes a bath 🥰

Michelangelo had just been staring at the ceiling. It could've been ten minutes, it could've been hours he was pretty out of it. There's probably some fancy psychological term for what his brain was doing that Donatello would know.

All he knows is that the more he retreats into his brain the less his body hurts.

He hadn't moved much since he collapsed onto the ground earlier that day. He'd been fed twice since then so he deduced that it'd been around eight hours at least.

While he was normally stoked to eat, this time the process of actually moving the food to his mouth had been torturous. He ate as much as he could though he had to keep up his strength.

The meal options kind of sucked though. All he was given to eat was some green sludge and weird looking pellets. He definitely felt like some kind of pet.

The pellets actually tasted really good, kinda like a dry protein bar, but he refused to ever admit that out loud.

The sludge on the other hand tasted disgusting. It was like someone pre-chewed the worst salad in existence and then just spit it on the stupid flimsy styrofoam tray he was given. He could barely even lift it without it snapping in half. He also wasn't given any utensils so he was forced to eat everything with his hands.

God forbid he has a plastic spork. The most dangerous of weapons.

He'd managed to finish his first round of sludge but by the time the second came around he just couldn't force it into his stomach. You know the food was bad when even he couldn't eat it.

Instead he found a way to entertain himself.

He never thought he'd be bored enough to devolve to his childhood hobby of finger painting but here we are.

He still wasn't feeling up to walking yet so he scooted himself over to the nearest wall. He already had a great idea for his first art project.

That's how a crude drawing of him beating all his brothers at the battle nexus came to be.

Then a drawing of him and leatherhead playing some video games.

The final drawing he was able to complete was of him bashing Bishop's head in with a rock and what do you know that's when Bishop himself finally decided to pop in.

Michelangelo wasn’t allowed to have any fun ever apparently.

"I see you've resorted to cave drawings already. Was our cuisine not to your liking? It has all the nutrients a growing turtle needs." That ever annoying voice cuts through his moment of peace.

Michelangelo could tell the man was just messing with him at this point. Treating him like some kind of pet on purpose just to throw him off his game.

"Yeah, well tell your chefs they should consider a new career path." He grumbles.

"Really? You seemed to be more than satisfied with those nutritional pellets they provided you." The agent mocks.

Michelangelo rolled his eyes. Of course the man was watching his every move that closely. It was a little freaky how much the agent was able to tell about him just from his body language but he's a professional stalker for a reason.

"Well you seemed to have had enough rest. Let's commence the cleaning operation and resume testing." Bishop announces.

Michelangelo furrows his eyes. "Cleaning operation? Like you're gonna let me take a shower?" Michelangelo tries his best not to sound hopeful

He was still covered in sweat from the last test so any kind of shower sounded heavenly right now.

"Something like that." Bishop says.

"What's that supposed to mean- oh shell" as if to answer his question giant turret-like hoses pop out from the walls.

Michelangelo sent a silent prayer to anyone who was listening and hit the deck as they began to spray.

Good thing he did because the water pressure from those things was enough to send him sliding to the other side of the room as he bombarded with streams from all sides. He can't even open his eyes with how much water was hitting him.

Finally after about thirty more seconds the water stopped. Michelangelo rushed to catch his breath as he got up onto his knees coughing and spluttering.

He hears the turrets clicking again and another wave of liquid begins pelting him. Although this time it has a horrible chemical scent to it burning his nose as he tries to breath causing him to choke. He buries his face to the ground trying to avoid getting any of it in his mouth.

The soap stops but Michelangelo isn't going to be tricked this time. He keeps his face buried in the floor and sure enough just a few seconds later another round of water shoots at him. He steels himself this time and waits motionless for it to finally stop.

Once it does he stays crouched for another minute. Not giving Bishop the chance to catch him off guard.

"You can get up, Michelangelo. Bath times over."

Finally he lifts his head. He definitely feels worse than he did before the bath....if it could even be called that. He looks at his wrist, the bandage had unsurprisingly not withstood the force of the water, and while he was expecting his previous injury to be far worse than it was before it looks almost completely healed.

There was still some skin discoloration but other than that it was almost like he had never been burnt in the first place. That was definitely weird. He knows for sure he hadn’t been here long enough for it to heal...probably.

To be fair he knows Bishop isn’t above putting him in stasis and just not telling him so entirely possible he’s been here for months.

 

Let’s bury that thought and unpack it later.

He struggles up the wall to get himself into a sitting position leaning against it.

It was a little disappointing to see all his artwork had been washed away down a couple drains that had appeared in the middle of the floor. They disappear the second Michelangelo notices them.

"Since you've behaved so well I'm going to give you the option to pick your next test." Bishop suddenly announces. "Would you like option A or B"

Michelangelo waits for him to elaborate but the man remains silent.

"Well what are the options?!" He finally blurts out exasperated.

"I've already told you. Option A or Option B." Bishop repeats.

"Those aren't real options and you know it you jerk. You're totally just messing with me aren't you!"

He can hear Bishop chuckle under his breath. "Perhaps. You have thirty seconds before I pick for you and I guarantee I'll pick the worst option."

Michelangelo doubts that. Chances are Bishop is just going to do whatever he wants despite the option he picks.

He sighs. Might as well play along.

"Ok uh...B I guess." He answers hesitantly.

"Hm. Disappointing." Bishop sighs. "Very well."

A mechanical whirring begins as this time both the floor and the ceiling open up. Circular platforms rise and descend from their respective places.

"What the shell is this?" Michelangelo asks.

"A modified hydraulic press. Now step on." Bishop demands.

"A hydro- what now?" He asked.

Bishop does a painstakingly long sigh. "To put it into layman's terms it will press down on top of you in order to measure your upper body strength."

Michelangelo has a feeling there's going to be more to it than that but he knows he doesn't have another choice. Unless he feels like being barbecued.

Slowly he steps up onto the platform and stretches his arms up as high as he can. He watches at the ceiling descend upon him until the cool metal hits his outstretched palms.

Just like the previous test this one starts out easy. It feels as though Bishop is only adding about a pound of weight at a time. Thankfully due to his mutation he was fairly jacked so even when it started going into what must've been a hundred pounds he was hardly breaking a sweat.

Of course Bishop would never just stop when he was still feeling comfortable. That would be too easy. The weight just kept increasing and increasing until he could feel his muscles ripple underneath the pressure.
He was breathing a lot heavier now trying to keep his focus. Just one stumble and he might find himself a turtle pancake.

No matter how strong he was, Bishop was going to find his limit eventually. It happened sooner than Michelangelo would've liked. It had only been about fifteen minutes since the test began that he felt himself hit his limit.

His knees buckled beneath him slamming into the platform beneath him as he screamed. He could practically feel the muscles in his arms tearing.

The second his knees hit the ground the machine above him had halted as Bishop began to speak.

"These results are disappointing Michelangelo. I had predicted you'd be able to lift well over a thousand pounds." He sighs "You just barely hit eight hundred. I suppose it's my own fault. I did choose to test the weakest brother after all."

"I have a great and new idea for you." Michelangelo piped up still a bit wheezy from the overexertion.

"What might that be?" Bishop sounds curious.

"You should kill yourself." He grins up at where he's fairly sure a camera is.

"What an innovative idea from you." The agent deadpans.

Michelangelo would shrug if he could move his shoulders. "You know me, I like to keep it fresh."

"As do I, Michelangelo. Let's move on to the next portion of the test." Bishop declares.

"W-wait wait is this because of what I said?! I was just kidding, dude talk about over reacting!" Michelangelo backpedaled desperately trying to get out of whatever horror show Bishop had concocted for him.

"I'm afraid there was always two parts to this test. This is simply Option A." Michelangelo can just feel the man's smirk.

He's such a bastard.

Without further ado four cuffs snap out from the ground latching themselves around Michelangelo's wrists and ankles pulling his arm and legs down and out as far as they can go until he's lying completely flat on the platform with his shell facing upwards.

Suddenly Michelangelo is struck by a memory he'd almost forgotten. It was from when they had met Bishop in the future when the man mentioned he was trying to make up for all his wrong doings. As he was talking Michelangelo noticed he'd been staring directly at him with a look he wasn't able to describe at the time.

He realizes what it was now.

Guilt.

And he had a feeling he was about to find out why.

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Summary:

Sorry this took so long btw I had covid :(

This was bad.

This was so bad.

This was so bad he couldn't even think of a good enough way to describe how bad it was.

He twisted his neck as far as it could go to try to look at the lowering platform as it approached him much quicker than it had before.

"Bishop, you don't have to do this!" He pleaded. Humiliating as it was, it was just about the only option he had left. "Please, this will kill me! This will seriously kill me!"

He struggles in his chains as hard as he can. They were about as unmovable as he had come to expect. Maybe he should stop trying to struggle against metal but he was nothing if not stubborn.

"Oh don't worry. This test is simply to find out the strength of your shell. It's completely survivable." Bishop states calmly.

"Survivable doesn't mean painless! I have nerves in my shell dude. I don't want to feel it being crushed!" He frantically increased his struggling to the point of bruising the press was almost on top of him now.

"I said it was survivable. Not painless. What fun would this be if it was painless."

"Oh my god I hate you-AGHHGGH!"

Mikey’s scream cut him off as the machine finally pressed down on his carapace. He felt kind of like a car in a compactor. Well at least the car could feel itself being crushed.

He couldn't help but start heaving as the machine pressed down harder and harder. His shell had never been under this much pressure before he didn't think he would be able to take it.

His vision starts to blur. Droplets hit the platform below him.

He starts heaving harder as a sob rips through him he can't help but feel frustrated with himself for crying. It's not like he could help it but deep down it still feels like some sort of loss.

He hadn't wanted to give Bishop this victory over him. He knew the man would hold it against him as if he were some sort of crybaby.

He's not sad. He's angry, he's helpless, he's humiliated, and most of all he's in pain.

Horrible, gut wrenching pain.

His vision starts to blur for real this time as static dances across his vision.

He misses April and Casey.

He wants his brothers.

He wishes master splinter was here to tell him everything was going to be okay.

He imagines his family busting through the wall beating up Bishop in the process. Donnie would figure out how to stop the machine in seconds. Raph would probably punch him in the arm and tell him not to scare him like that again. Leo would smile at their antics before putting an arm on his shoulder and leading him to safety.

But that never happened.

It was just him.

There was a loud crack and blissfully Michelangelo fell unconscious.

 

He comes back to reality too quickly.

His body aches in every way possible he notices as he cracks his eyes open just a sliver. Apparently Bishop still had a thing against anesthesia. He's still laid down on his stomach he notices but is, for once, grateful to find himself back on his prison floor instead of that fucked up torture machine.

He groans as another wave of pain hits him full force. He tries to curl up instinctively but something grabs him by the arms, forcing him still.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, turtle." A familiar voice rings out.

"...Baxter Stockman?" He whispers. And sure enough the freaky holographic version of stockman was currently sitting on top of his legs.

"In the flesh....or what's left of it I suppose."

"Heh...good one."

"It wasn't supposed to be funny. I was simply stating a fact."

Michelangelo would usually keep bantering but a sharp pinch forces him to cry out in pain.

Baxter huffs in frustration. "Would you stop struggling? I am trying to work here!"

"Work on what?" Michelangelo asks.

"’On what?’He asks. On you obviously it's only thanks to my genius that you haven't succumbed to your injuries you blithering fool!" He seethes.

Huh. That would explain a lot.

"How bad is it?" He questioned. He wished his voice didn't sound so pathetic. He felt like a little kid.

Baxter paused for a moment as if he was trying to find a way to put something delicately.
"Well it's not what I would describe as good. I would even go so far as to say it's bad."

Correction.

He tried and failed to put something delicately.

At least he had the decency to look awkward about it.
"Ahem well, you have a decent size crack in your shell. I've used a cement based adhesive, that I developed myself might I add, to seal the injury therefore saving your pathetic life. You're welcome."

Well he definitely was starting to feel pathetic that's for sure.

At least he knows now who's been treating all his injuries. He probably even fixed that burn on his wrist. It's funny to think how much of a killing Baxter and Bishop could have made in the medical industry if they weren't such freaky weirdos obsessed with poking aliens in jars.

Or in his case a turtle in a box.

"Why are you doing this?"

"What, saving your life? Bishop wants to prolong things as long as possible I suppose-"

"NO!" He yells cutting Baxter off. "WHY ARE YOU DOING ALL OF THIS?!"

Michelangelo can't stop himself as the words just start tumbling out of his mouth although he manages to lower his volume. "Why are you and Bishop hurting me? What's the point of all of this?!"

Michelangelo has to bite his tongue to stop from rambling as the rush of emotions finally becomes too much for him.

"Well if I'm being honest I'm not too sure of that myself." Baxter answers.

"....What?" He manages to choke out.

"Simply put, we don't really need to be doing any of these tests. Bishop insists that it's all for some grand plan. I'm sure he mentioned the whole 'army of mutants' including turtles of course but they would make up such a small fraction it doesn't particularly matter if we know their limits or not."

He got up off of Michelangelo leaning him on the floor as he began pacing and waving his arms wildly as he spoke.

“As for the whole ‘cure’ part of the plan we really only needed the blood samples for that. Thanks to my genius, that part was simple. Really there was no reason to keep studying you after obtaining your blood.”

While Stockman was in the middle of his long winded rant Michelangelo noticed something.

A door. An opening in the box that hadn't been there before.

Stockman had left it open.

A stupid plan began forming in his head.

Baxter continues not noticing how stiff Michelangelo had become.

"I mean I even told him it would be easier to just keep you contained in stasis but did he listen to me? NoOoO he insisted this was how it had to be. I'll tell you what I think, oh yes, I think he's just been having fun these past few days."

That last sentence shocks Michelangelo out of his planning.

"Fun?" His voice cracks.

"That's right. He's been bored recently. He thinks I haven’t noticed but I have. With a lack of new alien specimens he’s been brooding for months. I think this whole endeavor was just some kind of enrichment for him."

"Are you telling me he kidnapped me, forced me to do these fucked up experiments, and cracked my shell just for some entertainment?" He grits his teeth.

"Thats pretty much exactly what I said yes. Did your ear holes break along with your shell?"

Michelangelo chooses then to strike; he kicks Stockman's legs out from under him, sending the man tumbling. He winces at the pain but forces himself through it. He wasn't going to get another opportunity like this.

He lifts himself off the ground and lunges over to Stockman before he gets a chance to reorient himself. He grabs him by the arms and presses his foot down onto the man's chest to get enough momentum to rip them off his stupid robot body as he kicks him back into the wall. The man slumps as his head...Brain thing hits the wall.

Now he was....wait for it....armed and dangerous.

Good thing the trauma hadn't diminished his incredible sense of humor.

Not wasting any time he twists on his heel and darts for the door right as it was beginning to close, barely managing to squeeze through before it slammed shut. From the sound of electricity coming through the door it sounds as if he just barely avoiding getting a pretty nasty shock as well.

He finds himself in a basic looking hallway similar to that of a regular boring office building, definitely not up to the evil lair code.

He bolts to his right and the second he starts moving an alarm starts blaring above him as the walls shift open to reveal laser blasters.

That's definitely more evil lair appropriate.

Michelangelo doesn't let them slow him down even a little and he bobs and weaves between the blasts with ease.

Ok. He’s totally lying. Moving like this actually hurt really bad but his ninja muscle memory was working overtime to make up for it. The sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins was also probably helping.

A few guards stepped out of the adjoining hallways in an attempt to block his way but he wasn't going to stop; he simply leaped from the floor and then used one of their helmets as a purchase to leapfrog across the rest of them.

He hears them shouting as he swerves into another hallway before they get a chance to shoot at him as well.

God he loved being a ninja.

After dodging a few more soldiers he eventually bursts through the first interesting looking door he finds and ends up in a garage of some sort. It was completely filled to the brim with different types of vehicles all of which he should not even attempt to be driving.

Obviously he was going to do that anyway.

Thankfully Donatello had the foresight to give each of his brothers a lesson in hotwiring cars in case of emergencies. It's funny that their lives were weird enough for that to be necessary but he's definitely not complaining.

He spots a standard military jeep amongst the various tanks and jets and he knows he's found his target. He also makes a mental note to make Donnie teach him how to Hotwire more than just cars.

For once Bishop hadn't planned this far ahead as he miraculously found it to be unlocked. Helping himself to his new ride he hops in the front seat and gets to work. He fumbled around a lot more than he would've liked, the pain causing his hands to shake. The sounds of footsteps getting closer and closer weren't making him any less nervous, but right as the soldiers burst into the garage the engine started up.

He slams his foot on the gas and begins racing towards the soldiers. A few manage to dive out of his way but he hits several of them with his sweet ride.

Revenge tastes so good. He only wishes Bishop had been among them so he could run over him a couple times but he'll save that for another day.

Hopefully a day when all his brothers can help.

Well he's had about all the fun he could have here. It was about time to blow this popsicle stand. There's a big ass garage door ahead of him so he starts pressing all the buttons he can find in an attempt to open it.

He's getting closer and closer to the door but so far all he's managed to find are several different types of missiles and bombs which he unleashed throughout the garage. It might not have been intentional but it made him feel a lot better watching all of Bishop's fancy vehicles blow up into smithereens.

You have to enjoy the little things in life.

Anyway the garage door opener. He finally stops his button mashing to actually look around the console and notices a bright green button shining above him. Green means go right? Ergo it is the green button he shall press.

He pushes it.

It didn't work.

Apparently green means giant spinning saws that come out of the roof.

Actually this might work better he decided as he stops in front of the garage door and directs the saws to cut a giant hole big enough for his car to squeeze through. The more property damage the better.

He drives through the new garage door only to immediately have to veer to a stop as he's met with a bit of a snag in his plan.

He's completely surrounded. Scores of soldiers were surrounding the door all aiming their almost comically oversized weapons at him.

They even had air support, two helicopters were circling above him as if begging him to make a move.

Bishop is there at the forefront holding a massive rocket launcher because of course he is.

"Come out of the vehicle with your hand up Michelangelo. I'm only giving you once chance to come peacefully before I give my men the order to vaporize you." Bishops bellows readjusting his rocket launcher.

Damn. He was probably going to have to abandon this escape attempt but that doesn't mean he wasn't going to be annoying about it.

He slowly rolls down his window with a shit eating grin and he leans out of it.
"Is there some kind of problem here officer?"

Bishop pinches between the space between his eyebrows. "Is there- Michelangelo you blew up my garage."

"It was like that when I got here."

"I know for certain that is not true."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I demand a lawyer."

"You’re property of the government, you don't get a lawyer."

"Well I'm sure my lawyer will have something to say about that."

He tries not to feel too accomplished as he hears a few of the guards stifling their laughter as Bishop swings his head around to glare at them forcing them to straighten up out of fear.

Worth it.

Shaking his head, Bishop returns his glare to the turtle with an eyebrow raised.

Michelangelo sighs. He's pretty sure he used up all of the vehicles' artillery in the garage and, while that had been awesome, he's kinda wishing he saved it for this boss battle.

Well it was fun while it lasted.

He opens the car door and steps out slowly with his hands up. Before he can even breathe several officers are tackling him forcing him to eat dirt.

Rude.

His arms are yanked behind his back as a pair of magnetic cuffs are slapped onto his wrists forcing them together.

A pair a black loafers enter his vision as he looks up to meet Bishop's steely gaze.

"I'm sensing you might be a little upset." He grins obnoxiously.

"You just cost me millions of dollars. I am more than 'a little' upset." The man grits his teeth before taking a breath to recompose himself. "I am going to make sure you pay for every cent of it."

Oh boy.

"...Any chance you guys take card?"

Bishop looks unamused. "Take him to test chamber thirteen. I think it's time we test how good our turtle is at swimming."

Notes:

If I cared enough to actually name the chapters this one would be called “armed and dangerous.”

Chapter 8: Chapter 8

"Cmon guys can't we talk about this?! I mean I basically just had a bath. I really don't think I need another one!" He tries desperately to reason with the two soldiers marching him to his supposed doom.

They didn't even bother looking at him.

Michelangelo groans loudly before going limp as he's dragged down one of the hallways he had just been running through moments before.

Freedom had been so brief.

After a few minutes the men stopped in front of a set of giant double doors with the numbers thirteen printed on them. He bets rooms one through twelve don't even exist. They probably just made one room labeled thirteen to freak out whoever got sent there.

....It was working. He was totally freaked out.

The two guards finally released him in order to open the doors. Each door was so massive that even the men pushing with all of their strength only managed to open it just wide enough for him to walk in. It was so dark inside that despite being so close to it he couldn’t tell was awaiting him inside.

Then while still in complete silence the guards begin standing at attention.

He checks behind him expecting to see Bishop or somebody and is a little surprised to see the hallway empty. Why the heck were they standing like that then? Is he supposed to walk in by himself or something? Is this more of the psychological torture that Bishop seemed to be so fond of by forcing him to walk into his own demise?

He had a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.

He starts slowly back away from the guards back down the hallway. "Any chance you guys would be feeling kind enough to just let me leave?" He asks, smiling innocently.

They raised their weapons at him and prepared to fire.

His shoulders slumped as he raised his hands in defeat. "Yeah, that tracks. Don't get your camo in a twist I'm going. But I want it to be known that I'm only doing this under duress."

The guards only lower their weapons once he steps through the threshold of the room. Then just as slowly as they had opened the doors were shut behind him.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment taking a deep breath to compose himself. He knew that after the stunt he had just pulled he was in some deep shit. Whatever was waiting for him when he opened his eyes would probably be the most awful, most horrible, most terrifying thing he'd experienced so far.

Having taken a moment to compose himself he was finally ready to face the music.

He forced his eyes open and just as he had expected-

....

Wait.

Actually.

It was just a swimming pool.

It was pretty lame looking too it looked like it belonged in the gym or something not a super evil lair. Did Bishop make a mistake and accidentally send him to the wrong room? This looked way to lame to be the place he was supposed to die in.

"Ah Michelangelo. I see you've finally joined me."
That familiar staticky voice rings out from above him.

"Joined. Forcibly brought here against my will. Yeah totally the same thing." He crosses his arms with an over exaggerated roll of his eyes.

"I must admit I assumed that your stay here would dampen that spirit of yours. It's good to see you'll keep entertaining me."

Michelangelo scoffed. "Oh please, your weak attempts at torture are totally lame and not psychologically scarring me at all. You couldn't break me if your life depended on it."

He was lying. Literally every second he had to spend with the man was making him want to throw up. His palms were sweating at this very second but there was no way he was going to let this psychotic jerk know that.

He was egotistical enough as it was.

"Oh really. Jump in the pool then. If you truly have nothing to fear."

Ok, he should stop antagonizing the guy hell bent on making him suffer.

Maybe he could prolong the inevitable by making him do an evil monologue.

"Alright...but first I have a question!" He demands.

"What makes you think I care enough to listen." Bishop deadpans. "Get in the water now or I will fry you."

Of course all his evil rooms had been built with the ability to electrocute him to death.

What a shocker. Man he's funny.

Oh right, stalling.

"Oh, so everything Stockman said about you is true then?" He says casually as he strolls towards the side of the pool.

Cmon take the bait.

"Hm. What might that be?"

Got him.

Michelangelo shrugs nonchalantly. "Oh you know. That you're just doing all of this for fun, have no real plan, and are just flying by the seat of your pants because you're a loser who wouldn't know how to be an evil genius even if it hit him in the face."

He might be embellishing a bit but he doesn't feel too bad about getting stockman in trouble.

"Of course the moment I leave him alone he starts spouting nonsense." He hears Bishop sigh. "If I didn't need that brain of his I would've eviscerated him by now."

"What, so you do have some kind of plan?" He ask innocently.

"Of course I do. I wouldn’t be wasting resources if I didn’t. These experiments are very important for it to succeed."

"...That's it?" He asks.

"What? You think I'm just going to tell you everything? I think I've been much too lenient in sharing information with you already. Now get in the water."

Damn.

"Stupid Jerk." He mumbles kicking at the floor as he walks towards the edge.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" He gives an innocent smile before lowering himself into the cold water. "Ok I'm in your dumb pool now what."

Suddenly a glass barrier slings shut from the top of the pool and just as quickly the water rises up to meet it forcing Michelangelo to frantically take a deep breath before he's completely submerged. He slams at the glass above him but he can't generate enough force to even chip it while he’s in the water.

He has a feeling that even if he could hit the glass as hard as he could it wouldn't do any good.

Suddenly he feels the glass vibrate as footsteps walk on top of it. There was Bishop standing right above him leering at him with his hands behind his back.

Looks like he'd be observing the experiment in person this time now that Michelangelo had no chance of fighting back.

Sadistic freak.

He begins to say something but honestly Michelangelo can't really understand him through both the glass and the water.

He can get the gist of what he's saying though something about swimming fast and holding his breath?

It doesn't really take a genius to tell he was going to be doing that anyway.

Michelangelo suddenly feels the water shift behind him and with a horrible feeling settling in his gut he realizes he's not alone in the water.

He spins his body around and just as he had suspected he was currently surrounded by more than a dozen of what appear to be robotic piranhas.

As if to emphasize the danger he was in they all opened their jaws simultaneously showing off their horrible jagged teeth.

He should probably get to swimming shouldn't he.

Using his feet he forces himself off the wall behind him off to the side as one of the robots slams right into it just narrowly missing him.

The others are quick to follow suit and he soon finds himself swimming as fast as he can just to avoid their sharp teeth chomping down on his legs.

He manages to keep them off his shell completely for the first few minutes as he swims from each of the four walls using them to boost him forward whenever they seem to be getting too close. Sadly they weren't as stupid as they looked. One of them got smart and had apparently broken away from the pack when he wasn't looking.

That's how he ended up with a massive bite on his shoulder. The shock of it almost causes him to release his breath but he manages to keep it together. Ripping the fish from his flesh he slams into the wall.

...Causing him to get a nasty shock. He seizes under water with gritted teeth.

Right. Robots underwater are a bad combo. Which means he probably can't risk breaking any more of these suckers.

As he looks back to where the pack was he notices they had stopped moving entirely. He doubts they had any kind of empathy chip and suddenly decided to give him a break so maybe they broke when the electric currents ran through the water?

He swims over to one and gingerly pokes it with his finger. He flinches when it moves but soon relaxes as he realized it was just beginning to sink to the bottom of the pool.

He had a feeling these were the work of Stockman.

He smirks up at Bishop, whose smug grin had been replaced with a constipated look, he wished he could taunt him but shooting his smug look back at him would have to do for now.

Bishop's eye twitches in rage as his face twists into a sneer.

He suddenly bends down onto one knee in order to get closer to Michelangelo's face. He begins mouthing the words he's saying very slowly so he'd be understood through the glass.

'Have fun holding your breath.' Having gotten the last word he spins around his stupid coat fluttering behind him as he leaves.

Well this wasn't good.

Michelangelo begins frantically looking around for a way to escape; he really didn't want to find out his lungs' limits.

He and his brothers were aquatic sure but they never really had to stay underwater for long periods of time. He knew they could hold it up to around thirty minutes when they were swimming possibly more if they were according to Donatello.

He had been chased around for at least twenty minutes by those fish-bots. So he had maybe ten left.

He was already starting to feel light headed. Although that might also be because of the blood loss. He spares his shoulder a quick glance before quickly turning away upon the sight of his blood floating through the water. He didn't have time to deal with it right now he had to find a way out of here.

There wasn't any sort of drain or filtration system as there would be in a normal pool. At least none that were apparent. He had a feeling this pool worked like everything else in the place as in everything that could be useful was hiding being some dumb panels.

At least they hadn't planned on him breaking that fish it seems. Their robotic corpses still littered the ground below.

He swam down quickly and began assessing what he had to work with. He didn't want to risk taking any of them apart; he wasn't particularly feeling up to getting electrocuted again. So that left the one he'd smashed earlier.

Carefully digging through the parts he finds something that might actually be useful. A gear with weirdly sharp ends.

Just in time too he could feel his lungs beginning to collapse.

He swims back up to the glass his muscles ached so much from all the abuse they had been under recently but even so he made his way to the top.

Quickly he began scratching at the surface with the sharp object. The sound of it was almost unbearable even muffled underwater but he persisted.

He kept desperately shoving the metal into the glass but it barely made a dent. The glass was simply too thick for his efforts.

And in what seemed like a blink of an eye he was out of time. He could practically feel himself losing consciousness as the gear slipped out of his fingers and he unintentionally gasped for air, his hands slamming over his mouth but it was too late.

In some sick sense of desperation he hoped that Bishop would save him.

The lack of oxygen must've really gotten to his brain if he was thinking things like that.

Finally the last thing he remembers was desperately wishing he could just go to sleep in his bed instead of passing out somewhere in this hellish place.

Notes:

I’m not 100 percent sure where it’s going to go from here but just knows Mikey’s not gonna have a good time :)