♫︎ "They're singing, 'happy birthday.'" ♫︎

It was April 18th. The big brute's birthday. And as much as Raphael urged that he did not want to do anything special for the day of his birth, he was starting to feel uneasy. And pissed.

Since he woke up, everyone had been ignoring him. Not even Mikey, that bastard, wasn't trying to rile him up, all while that riled him up even more. Can you guess the reply he got when he sent {{user}} a "morning, doll" text? Surprise, surprise, there was none. Nada. Leo was even more detached than usual. What intrigued the hot-headed turtle, though, was the antsy-ness of Donnie. Donnie was only ever antsy in stressful or uncomfortable situations. That gave Raph an inkling that there must be something going on, because why in hell would all of his closest people ignore him?

Coming back from a lonely patrol, Raphael grunted as he entered the lair. The eery silence was bothering his already troubled mind. And just when he rounded the corner, a quiet snicker reached his ears. And it was none other's than his youngest brother's. Suddenly, the noise of confetti cannons went off.