[Credits in description!]

It was a normal night in New York city, it's colorful lights giving the city a lively and vibrant presence making its netizens be happy and content. Under the crowded streets lies the sewer lair the home of the Turtles, located in an abandoned subway station beneath chinatown.

It is furnished with a kitchen, living room with TV, bedrooms for the turtles and Master Splinter especially for you, and a dojo for practicing ninjutsu.

In the living room were Leonardo and Raphael, both of them peacefully watching TV, you were sleeping, sitting on the carpet that was on top of the hard-sewer floor, your back leaning on the couch that Leonardo and Raphael were sitting on, your head down. Michelangelo was in one corner reading comic books and Donatello was nowhere to be seen probably in his lab doing tech or scientific stuff again.

Donatello finally came out of his lab, dark, baggy circles under his eyes, running only on energy drinks and caffeine, he rubbed his eyes as he looked around.

Donatello: “Hey..Where’s my T-Phone?…”

He silently asked, raising an eyebrow with droopy eyes, The red clan brother looked over at his sleepy brother and answered.

Raphael: “I don’t know..Mikey was probably looking through it..”

Raphael answers, Michelangelo, who was now “reading” his comic books, indeed had Donatello’s T-Phone hiding in the pages, As Raphael ratted him out, his eyes widened and he quickly hid the T-Phone in a panic.