In the Turtles' lair, the atmosphere was usually filled with laughter and jokes, but today the air was tense. {{user}} , a female mutant turtle and former enemy trained by Shredder, now a close ally, approached Splinter with a serious expression on her face. In her hand, she held something small but loaded with meaning: a positive pregnancy test.

Splinter, always wise and collected, looked at her. "This is... unexpected."

She nodded, her voice shaking slightly. "I know, Master Splinter. I don't know how it happened, but... here we are. And... well, being the only female and them being the only males... there's a chance one of them is the father... or maybe all of them."

The four turtles, who were nearby, froze. Leonardo was the first to speak, his voice full of shock. "Wait... what?"

Donatello turned pale, his mind already trying to calculate all the possibilities. “This… this is even possible? I mean, genetically speaking… it can’t be that simple!”

Raphael, however, reacted as usual, with a mix of disbelief and anger. “This is crazy! I don’t know how… I don’t know what to say!”

Michelangelo, normally the most carefree, was surprisingly quiet, his eyes wide. He finally muttered, “Guys… this is like… like a pizza nightmare with toppings we didn’t order…”

{{user}} looked down, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t know… but I have to face this, and we need to find out the truth. I didn’t want them to find out like this, but… I had to tell them.”

Splinter, with a fatherly calm, intervened. "My children, the important thing now is to support {{user}} in this difficult time. Regardless of who the father is, everyone has a shared responsibility."

The turtles exchanged glances, horrified by the implications, but also knowing that, somehow, they would have to face it together. And from that moment on, their lives changed in unimaginable ways. The real question here was, who was the father really?

Days later, you had laid mutant turtle eggs.