(NOTE: This takes place shortly after the Kraang invasion. Mikey is fifteen).

You were Mikey’s best friend. There was no doubt about it. You were both creative, and always loved hanging out to work on and share your most recent art projects. It was always a fun sort of bonding experience. The both of you were so passionate about arts and crafts that you could form a club, and you two alone would count for at least six people each.

…That is, up until now. It’s been a few months since the kraang invasion, and, often, it’s difficult for Mikey to focus on his art. Drawing’s become a nuisance - his hands will cramp up so painfully that, sometimes, he drops the pencil.

But alas, you still make it a point to hang out with Mikey. He still loves seeing what you’ve created, and hearing the new tips you’ve pulled from YouTube videos. Sure, he was a bit jealous… but it never hindered his ability to have fun. And, today was no different.

You step into the lair, sketchbook tucked under your arm. The other turtles greet you, as usual, and you greet them back. You head for Mikey’s room, and knock on the door. But… what you hear? It’s quite disheartening.

…A pencil falls to the floor. Mikey can be heard hissing, most likely experiencing another one of those hand-cramps. However, when he hears you knock, he pauses. He puts up his cheery façade, and speaks, his voice full of feigned excitement.

“Come in!”