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Well… this is…
A predicament to say the least.
Or, as Donnie would say, an "inconvenient casualty".
Their genius brother, Don-Tron, the ‘smartest member of the Hamato clan', and Leon’s other half (not better, that would be Leo himself), his twin was… well he wasn’t looking very twins-y as of just now.
Short story short during a fight with some “Mystic Wizard”-wannabe in one of the many old dinghy warehouses in NYC, Donnie had been hit with some kind of ‘mystic spell’ or what-have-you that was apparently supposed to “Freeze” him in time, turning him into a frozen turtle statue.
Instead it turned him like, a foot and a half tall and about 14 years younger, or more accurately, he was turned into a toddler.
Everyone was shocked, frozen and gobsmacked as the smoke cleared and worry turned to confusion when it revealed, in place of a 16 year old teenage mutant Donatello, appeared a tiny little… what did Splinter use to call them? Turtle Tot! That’s it! A little Turtle Tot, who was looking around at his surroundings, confused as well with the situation, slowly beginning to tear up.
“Ohmigosh Donnie!” Leo heard his baby - sorry - former baby brother yell from somewhere behind him.
Leo looked from his now baby twin to the wiz-wannabe, who was way closer to his little twin than he was comfortable with, and was not reassured by the equally as bewildered expression in the mystic user’s face.
‘Ok, obviously this wasn’t supposed to happen.’
Wiz-wannabe themselves simply shrugged with a disinterested “tant pis” before walking up to the baby and grabbing him by his softshell. “PUT HIM DOWN!” Raph roared, also from behind Leo, a glowing red emanating from the back but Leo didn’t move an inch, body frozen and eyes strained only on his twin in the hands of this witch.
The mystic user mocked them with a smirk, looking from the tot to them as he dug his filthy nails into Donnie’s soft little shell, which in turn made the small turtle release a high pitched squeal of fear and pain and it was like a switch was flipped in Leo’s head when the tot yelled out: “Bubba!”
“You’re not exactly what I excepted,” the wizard derided, holding the tiny toddlers closer to their face, eyes sharp and glowing red, “but I’m sure I can work with-”
*BAM*
The wizard was sent flying back when something slammed into them, hitting hard against a wall, head smacking back with more force than one would expect.
Dazed, confused, and possibly sporting a concussion, the wizard looked up to where they were once standing with a glare only to shrink back with dread when they were met with the face of a very pissed off red eared slider.
Leo stood there, more angry than anyone had ever scene him since that one time back during the invasion, with a rage he’s only felt a few times in his life, hissing out a warning while he cradled his baby twin to his chest.
Said tot was shaking horribly, Leo felt as his little body trembled with fear as Donnie clung to him like a lifeline.
This caused Leo to hold him closer.
The wiz-wannabe abruptly stood up, their earlier panic now hidden with masked annoyance. “Comment ose-” they began, but froze when two other figures appeared closer behind the slider, the cloud of dark smoke and the dust still there from the previous spell, all three bigger turtles now glowing ominously. The former smallest of the four shining a bright orange from where he sat on the big red one’s back, who stood behind the blue one who protectively held the infant close, body half facing away from the Mystic Wizard and pointing a dangerously sharp sword at their head.
Their eyes were white, absent of anything but an unnerving glow.
Though it was now the wizard that now trembled with terror, it looked like they weren’t ready to back down just yet. “Ha!” They snarled. “I don’t know what you tortues are trying to do, but if you think for a second I would ever be afraid of-”
“Leave.”
The orange one moved further up the red one’s shell, chains suddenly appearing around them, levitating and growing in length, surrounding them in an orange glow.
“I said: leave.”
Like the coward Leo knew they were the wiz-wannabe fled, obviously realizing that they had probably bitten off way more then they could chew, running away with their tails literally between their legs, leaving the brothers standing in the old abandoned warehouse.
The growl that had been building up at the back of Leo’s throat died down when he heard soft quiet sniffles and whimpering coming from his arms.
He looked down and saw that the tiny tot had smushed his little face as much as he could into Leo’s plastron. His fat little arms wrapping around him as far as he could (which wasn’t much) as his tiny chubby hands were grabbing on tight, big fat tears rolling down his small scrunched up face.
All three of the teenaged turtles finally came back to themselves, their glowing dying down, and simultaneously stared wide-eyed at the now suddenly itty bitty baby version of their brother.
“….. OHMIGOSH DONNIE!”