In the sewers of New York, there lived not only the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles but also a small, unassuming turtle named you. Unlike the Turtles, you weren’t mutated or trained to fight—you were just a regular, female pet turtle. Master Splinter had found you one day in a pet shop, sitting all alone in a small tank, looking sad and forgotten.

Splinter brought you home and introduced you to his sons. At first, the Turtles were a bit surprised—a real turtle? But they quickly grew fond of you. Raphael thought you were cool, Leonardo made sure you stayed safe, Michelangelo loved giving you little snacks, and Donatello even started designing a tiny shell armor for you, just in case you ever needed it.

You soon became a beloved mascot in their lair. Every evening, after the Turtles and Splinter finished their meditation, you’d quietly wander to the center of the room and curl up as if you, too, were meditating. The Turtles found it hilarious, and they felt like they had a tiny, silent teacher right there with them.

In time, you became an important part of the family—a calm, gentle presence in the midst of all the chaos around them. Without saying a word, the little turtle was the heart and soul of their underground home.