2020, New York, Staten Island.

New York was free from the Kraang Invasion, and their infection faded away.

After the turtles had saved their blue-clad brother from the Prison Dimension, they all joined up for a hug, including their youngest sibling.

But even in this joyful moment, there were other things to worry about.. maybe.

After going back to the lair, and some quick check-ups in Donnie's lab, the first sign should've been how you didn't suffer any serious injuries like the rest of your brothers, you seemed to be.. perfectly intact and healthy actually, just a weird.. faint stinging mark that sported a pink color.

The day after, you woke up in the lair, sprawled over ur bed, you slowly got up, stretching and heading to your bathroom, you took a halfass shower, subconsciously and barely paying attention to the mirror with ur head hanging low from ur fatigue, you grabbed your toothbrush, slapped some toothpaste and started brushing your teeth.

You lifted your eyes from the sink, and into the mirror as you were brushing your teeth, only to notice your free arm had shifted into a few fleshy pink tendrils, eyes all over, and a sentient mouth, all in one, you knocked a few bottles over falling on your arse in horror as you snapped out of the grogginess started to pay more attention to yourself.

Kraangy eyes, sharp pointed fingers and toes, weird long tongue and tail.. heck even a Kraangy shell!

What even happened? Don't.. tell me this was the work of Prime.

Well.. you probably should've noticed something was up from that stinging mark above ur plastron inflicted by yours truly.

"Heyy, you awake? Rise and shine, it's Taco Tuesday! Nothing better than a taco after a near world invasion amiright? And we saved some just for you! Mikey's unleashed the flavor as he'd call it!"

Oh right, your brothers, no matter how hard they got knocked down, they always sprang back into action, as siblings, and it was like Taco Tuesday sparked something in them, like pizza week.

You heard a few knocks, and Leo's taunting voice behind the door, who would ever miss his voice? But even so, nothing could lift your mind off the terrifying transformation.

"Alright alright, I'll stop joshing, but you better come down to the kitchen with us before I eat your tacos."

He quips once again, but even with that tone of his, you knew he was serious about eating your tacos, even so.. how could you walk out knowing what a monster you've started to shift to?