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It was fascinating to everyone how they were in the future. With a click of a button on their TV remote, they were suddenly in the future! Of course being in the future meant being curious of what has changed. And lots had indeed changed. It had been quite a long time since they've stayed here, so they knew their way around the place.
Though, some like Spike and Flake weren't allowed to explore and see for themselves. Only when the turtles were just walking around the city. Spike enjoyed it, but he wanted to try on his own. He knew how to get back home if he needed to. So he kept bugging Raphael to let him go out with Flake on a little walk.
Raphael of course denied his request multiple times. But Spike was hard headed (he rubbed it off from Raph) he kept on and on about it. Up until Spike argued he was big enough to explore on his own. And as long as it was around the building of the penthouse, there wouldn't be too much trouble.
Raph wasn't too keen on the idea anyway. Letting two 10 year olds just walk around the streets was not a good idea at all. But finally, he gave up. The two cat-turtles were so happy and immediately went to get ready. Of course before leaving, Raphael had to instruct them strictly. "Do not go too far from the building. Don't take anything or talk to strangers!" Everyone was surprised how strict Raph was. It was weird to see him like this.
The two kids simply rolled their eyes at his long, dragged out explanations. All they wanted to do was go for a walk. But protective as ever, Raphael continued his lecture on the dos and don'ts of walking down the street . "And you two gotta keep yer communicators on at all times. Ya’ can put em on mute, but I wanna be able t' know where ya are, okay?" He had really become a protective mother, hadn't he?
"Ooookay! Mom. Can we go now?" Spike huffed looking up at him. Raph sighed and looked down at them. "You can go. Just be back by lunchtime ok?" He said with a now softer tone. "Will do! Come on Flaky." Spike said, taking her hand and walking off to the door. It pained Raph to watch them walk out on their own but he had to. Spike knew how to take care of himself anyway. The three shared a wave for goodbye and the two kits walked out the penthouse.
The two kids finally got out of the big building and started walking around the place. They decided to go to the place where they sold ice cream. Spike had specifically remembered where it was, so he had no problem navigating the way over.
The ice cream shop wasn't that far of a walk from the penthouse. About a 10 minute walk at most. And thankfully they'd frequented there often with the turtles, so the path was very familiar to the two mutants. Walking along the street, the two actually got to appreciate their surroundings. Hovering cars zoomed by, pedestrians walked in either direction of the sidewalk. The streets were bustling today, just like everyday. At least some things about New York never change.
The two soon got to the ice cream shop and ordered their favorites. Once their orders were done, they walked outside to chill and eat their ice cream. After finishing their ice cream they headed off to a different direction. They wanted to get to the park.. But as they walked towards it, they spotted a rather interesting place. It looked shady but for cats. It looked like your everyday abandoned garage. It had broken windows and anything you could describe as...well abandoned. Flake poked Spike on the shell, pointing out the shady place. Spike pondered and looked back at his comm, seeing it had been merely half an hour since they left. They had time to spare. He decided they should go inside.
"Come on. Let's go check it out, could have some cool stuff inside." Spike chuckled and took Flake's hand.
Flake looked at the abandoned building, feeling a sense of unease from it. It definitely seemed like a bad idea to her, but Spike was adamant. "It looks like the warehouse from the old lair!" Spike argued back in an attempt to get her to go with him. And sad to say, it was working.. The two walked closer to the old building, Flake gingerly following after Spike, squeezing his hand tighter as they got closer to the entrance.
"I ain't too strong, so could you help me push it open." Spike smiled at Flake and put his paws onto the door, Flake followed but before she could the door swiftly moved aside on it's own. Spike rolled over and fell flat on his face, with a small yelp. "Right.....Future..automated doors..." he grumbled into the ground and got up. "Welp, that's outta the way, let's go inside." the cat-turtle took his buddy's hand again and the two started to explore.
Walking into the old building, they discovered that it was a really old grocery store of some kind. Clearly vacant of any people or produce, but the abandoned tills and empty shelves was enough to tell. The whole place was covered with dust, cobwebs and broken glass. Clearly no one had been in the building for a long time. This didn't bode well for the nervous cat-turtle hybrid, as she glanced around the building with cautious eyes.
"Isn't it spooky?" Spike grinned over to Flake. "Reminds me of one of those scary movies Mikey always watches." he explained but then noticed that Flake's ears were all the way back. "Heeyy, don't be scared Flaky. There ain't nothin' that's gonna hurt us in ere'." the cat hybrid tried to reassure his pale skinned friend.
His reassurance definitely wasn't working. He couldn't tell if her skin was its natural pale blue, or if it had gotten paler out of fear. Still, he tried to comfort her. "Come on, Flake. It's okay! We've been through loads worse than some spooky store." It was a sort-of-truth. Sure they had been through dangerous situations before in the past. But they always had the four turtle brothers with them to keep them safe..
"Aww, how cute." suddenly a voice sounded from the dark of the shop. The two kittens jumped and hugged each other tightly. Then from the dark a tall, glowy-eyed figure stepped out into the light. Spike hissed at the figure and backed up, holding Flake close. But as the two walked back, they bumped into something....or someone. Spike looked up and spotted a large figure looming over them. Jumping back the two kids were cornered. "Where's your mommy little kittens?? Did you get lost??" the tall figure cooed at them, teasingly.
Hissing at the two figures, Spike's eyes darted between them. They were tall. And one of them was quite built. As they cackled at the two kids, Spike and Flake frantically looked around for any way to get out of the store in one piece. But a chilling thought ran through his head while they laughed.. Their voices sounded distinctly familiar..
"Ey...aren't those two furballs, Raphael's kids." the big red one commented. "I believe so, brother. But I must correct you, the only furball I see is that little green one." the purple one cackled. "WHO YOU CALLIN' A FURBALL!?" Spike yelled out at the tease, but luckily Flake was there to hold him back from doing anything else. "N'awwh look I made his fur stand up." the tall one continued to tease. Spike was quite enraged by this teasing, but one thing confirmed in his mind, these two were the clones the guys told them about.
Walking further into what little light the room let through, Spike could make out the bright purple colour of the tall clone's skin, as well as the deep red of the other. These were definitely Donnie and Raph's clones. And from what he heard about them, they were not to be messed with.. Spike stared up at the Donatello-Clone, shell facing his red associate while keeping Flake close to him. A flicker of a smirk found its way onto the purple clone's face and he took a step forward. As his claws tapped against the porcelain tile, Spike took a baited breath, the fear of these two finally settling in.
"Hmm.." His voice was gravelly, but unmistakably Donatello's.. Or at least a slightly deeper version of his.. It was unsettling..
He couldn't dwell on it for long, as the clone's clawed hand reached down, yanking the mutant off the ground by the rim of his shell. With a yelp, Spike was brought up to his face, his sickeningly yellow eyes staring into his own. "You know, it's rude to stare..."
"RRRH!!.. Oh really?? I didn't- KNOW." Spike used his free hand to scratch his face. The clone yelled out in pain and covered his face. Spike fell to the floor and snatched Flake by her hand. "RUN!!.." the two ran off deeper into the shop, hoping they could make a circle around and get to the exit. "Don't just stand there you big oaf! GET THEM!" Dark Donnie growled at his large brother, as he rushed off after the two.
Rushing through the store, the kids rounded a corner to a random aisle, hoping to lose the clones amongst the many shelves. It seemed to be working for the time being, as they hid around some old boxes. Moments after hiding, they heard Footsteps louder than a triceraton's rushing through the store corridor. For a split second, Spike saw the brief image of the read bulldozer charging his way down the store. Letting out a small breath, Spike tried to calm down, careful not to alert anyone of their hiding place... That was when he heard it..
C R A S H!!
Spike struggled not to scream out as an entire shelf from a lower aisle was sent flying across the store.. They were breaking down every aisle until they found them..
They could hear the loud grunting of the large red behemoth. "Come on, kids. We just want to talk. It's better than a large shelf falling on you isn't it?" they heard the purple one's voice again. The two cats looked at each other in fear. What should they do? they were going to find them one way or another...under a shelf or not. They needed to act fast.
Spike looked around for ANY sort of exit. He then saw it. A broken window, just big enough to fit them both through. He nodded to himself and turned to Flake, whispering softly. "We will escape through there." he pointed gently over to the window.
Flake glanced at the window, noticing the small space. It'd be a challenge getting through there, but they had to take that chance. It was that, or being crushed by falling shelving. The former definitely sounded better to them. Creeping out from their hiding place, Spike peaks around the corner of the shelf. For a moment, he sees and hears nothing, until the loud creaking of metal shelving scrapes across the tiled floors, before being tossed across the room. Big Red must've been about four.. five shelves away. They needed to move quickly.
Without much noise, they quickly headed for the window. Spike let Flake climb out first, he helped her boost herself out the window. Then it was his turn, he started climbing out, but just before he could put one of his legs through, he got yanked by the tail and he yelled out in pain. "Gotcha'!" the red clone chuckled, lifting Spike up to his eye level as he hung from his tail..
Flake bolted her head back and saw what was happening, she glared at Dark Raph and rushed back through the window, she jumped at his face and started to claw and kick him. He roared out in pain, trying to get her off. "RRRAAH!! GET OFF ME!!"
In the process of his pained rage, he flung Spike by his tail, causing him to hit the hard, cold floor. Reaching his gigantic hands up to his face, the red clone tried to snatch Flake, grabbing her by the leg and flinging her away. In his frantic throw, he sent her crashing hard into the already-fallen shelves.
She mewed out in pain and fell motionless onto the shelves, losing consciousness. "FLAKE!!" Spike called out her name, and got up to run to her. Before he could, he got yanked again by the tail and up in the air. This time by the purple one.
"Where do you think you're going.." Purple called out along with a sinister laugh as he raised the cat mutant up in the air. The smirk on his face revealed his sharp teeth as he grinned, bright yellow eyes boring into Spike's. "Worried about your little friend? How cute.."
"Let me go!!!" Spike protested as he thrashed around in his arms. "Come on, let's get back to the lair." Dark Donnie ordered as he walked past Red. The big clone looked over to the motionless child onto the shelves. "What about that one?" Dark Raph pointed over to Flake. "Leave it. I'll get enough from this little brat." the purple one cackled as he walked with Spike still in his hand.
Tucking the mutant under his arm, the purple clone started walking away, the red one following soon after. Spike struggled against the strength of the clone, yelling at him at the top of his lungs, hoping someone would hear him. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!!" Purple, as Spike had now deemed him, flicked a claw at his head, trying to get him to be quiet. "Hey, shut it, you twerp." Spike winced at the hit, but continued to yell. It was only a matter of time when Red threatened to squash his head open like an orange, that made him shut up. It wasn't like him to give up, but being threatened to get killed wasn't a good choice either.
His loud protesting slowly morphed into quiet mews as his voice echoed through the building. With each step, his wails drew further away. Too bad the only one that could hear him was now lying on the floor, unconscious...