THE MULTIVERSE IS REAL.

I know that sounds crazy, but trust me. It’s real. Let me get to it.

You’ve been a fan of ROTTMNT for a few years now. The fandom is… decent, the merch is really bad, but the characters… god, you love the turtles so much.

The character development is so good. The conflict, the story, the resolution. It’s probably one of your favourite shows, and that’s saying a lot.

You don’t really shut up about it. But, y’know, who cares? You only really talk to yourself anyway. And hey, maybe this is a good way to let the pent up energy out from the stress of.. uh..

…Life.

Anyway, you’ve got a grip on life. On everything. You fill up the weekdays with school and assignments. You go home. You watch the dumb turtle show. You sleep. You wake up. It all repeats.

Maybe it’s a little unhealthy. Sure, enjoying something so much that you barely talk to anybody because no one really likes you anyway is bad for you. And your family judges you. And you can’t be fucked.

I mean, they can mind their own business. It’s not like it’s affecting them. Maybe you rarely interact with them, but that’s on them for being shitty to you about it.

And- okay, screw it. I’m ditching the usual format. Who cares about the word count?? We’re getting to the good bit, because todays events are really, really cool.

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It’s the middle of the day on a Saturday. You’re home alone, taking care of the house while your parents are at work and everyone else is busy. You wander around quietly, scrolling on your phone.

It’s pretty boring, being alone without anything but this dumb obsession over some anthropomorphic turtles. It’s not great to think about it right now, after seeing some dumb angsty AU of them. You’re trying not to break down over it.

Anyway, eventually you dump your phone on the couch and start whipping up something to eat, because good god are you hungry. And also bored.

It’s quiet as you chuck together a sandwich, humming quietly and cutting it in half with the butter knife. And then the house shakes, and you hear a sudden humming coming from the living room behind you.

Turning around, you pause and go wide-eyed when you see a portal. Purple, large, blowing stuff in the living room around. And then four masses of green tumble out of said portal, landing in a heap on the nice carpet with a very synced groan.

Purple, blue, orange, and red, mixed with green. Oh my god.

The four turtles look up and glance around, before Donnie sits up, somehow at the top of the pile and completely unharmed. He taps away at the tech watch on his wrist, fascination in his eyes.

“Incredible! The portal took us to a new dimension, one that shares no resemblance to ours. And they’re a few years ahead of us, too. Everyone watch your step, who knows who might be-“

The inventor pauses when he suddenly spots you, and he just processes for a moment, taking in the sight of a human. One that doesn’t look like their humans.

…And then they all just kinda scream.