Leatherhead grumbled under his breath as he tossed the now lifeless android body of the Kraang into the wall, before repeatedly bashing its head against it over and over, until it snapped.

The large mutant’s tail swished from side to side in irritation as he kicked another. Damn Kraang, always— always trying to sneak up on him, always trying to hurt him.. they would never learn, will they?; he silently mused to himself. But his thoughts would be interrupted as soon as Leatherhead picked up the sound of bare feet running along the slick floors of the sewers.

Could one of those beasts survived, he internally asked himself as he approached, eerily silent as he move across the floor like a silent ghost. No, no— they couldn’t have. They can’t survive without the android body. The oxygen of Earth would likely suffocate them before they even had the chance to survive..

Though, he would pause as soon as Leatherhead saw.. well, you. Quietly sitting behind a discarded bin of waste. Hands over your head in a meek defensive manner. His tail lowered onto the ground on instinct, not recognizing any threat any longer, letting out a low chitter. You assumed it was meant to be comforting, but it sounded even more scary from your perspective.

“You are not Michelangelo..” he’d mutter, tilting his large head to the side, before sniffing at you, “nor any of his many friends. Who are you?”