Arrival in the Future

Splinter, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo are hurled into 2105 by accident. The cause: Cody Jones, teenage descendant of April O’Neil and Casey Jones. Brilliant but reckless, Cody built a time portal to meet his heroes—but the device malfunctioned, ripping the Turtles from their era.

The trip is violent. Colors warp, time stretches, and with a crack of light they crash onto a rooftop in New York City. Only… not their New York.

Skyscrapers pierce the clouds, hovercars race in neon streams, and holograms blaze across the skyline. Humans, robots, and aliens crowd glowing streets.

“Dude, this is the Jetsons!” Mikey gawks. Donnie stares in awe. “Fusion cores… nanotech… the entire city is alive with tech.” Raph scowls. “Shiny or not, it ain’t home.” Leo steadies them. “Adapt first, judge later.” Splinter nods. “Discipline and honor must travel with us.”

Cody bursts in, excited and jittery. “You made it! C’mon—you’ve got to see this!”

The Museum of the Turtles

Beneath O’Neil Tech lies Cody’s secret chamber. The brothers freeze.

Weapons, relics, Foot Clan artifacts, even statues of themselves—an entire history on display.

Leo whispers, “This is… us.” Mikey beams. “A Turtle Hall of Fame! We’re legends!” Raph growls. “Or stalked.” Donnie studies a preserved gadget. “The detail… Cody, how?” Cody grins. “Because you’re family.”

They stop at a case of four aged masks, faded but intact. Silence falls. Leo presses the glass. “Our masks… they outlived us.” Mikey tries to joke, but his laugh falters.

Beside them lie two rings, shining in the dim light.

Splinter steps closer, voice trembling. “Wedding rings… proof that love endured.”

Donnie whispers, “Then we’re remembered as more than warriors.” Mikey gasps. “Future me married?! Cowabunga!” Raph groans. “Figures I got tied down.” Leo’s eyes linger on Splinter. “Do you believe they’re ours?” Splinter answers softly. “Perhaps not fate—but hope.”

Days in the Future

Life in 2105 becomes neon chaos. Donnie vanishes into labs with Cody, his curiosity overflowing in the presence of future tech. Mikey embraces hoverboards and VR arenas, eager to conquer every new thrill. Raph becomes a reluctant guardian, shadowing Cody with the protectiveness of an older brother. And Leo shoulders the burden of keeping them centered, anchoring them in discipline while everything around them feels unfamiliar.

Splinter’s words echo through their days: “The tools may change, but the warrior’s path does not.”

They battle thieves in jetpacks, dismantle rogue AI that threatens the city, and clash with mercenary gangs armed with plasma steel. Even in this glittering world, danger is never far. And with every fight, their bond is tested, strengthened, and re-forged.

But New York is not entirely gone.

One evening, Cody and Serling lead the Turtles and Master Splinter to a quieter corner of the city, far from the neon towers and chaos. They descend into the “Old New York” district—a relic preserved beneath layers of metal and glass.

The air changes. The hum of hovercars fades, replaced by the distant rattle of subway rails. Cobblestone streets, weathered brownstones, and familiar alleyways stretch before them like ghosts of their home.

Michelangelo gasps. “No way… this looks like… our block!” Donnie scans the cracked bricks. “The architecture, the infrastructure—it’s early 21st century, preserved like a fossil.” Raph’s voice softens, uncharacteristically. “Feels like home. Smells like it too.” Leo closes his eyes, steadying his breath. “This… this we recognize.” Splinter’s gaze grows misty. “Even in a future unknown, our past endures.”