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It is dark.
That’s probably a pretty redundant statement considering he’s floating in the literal void, but the point still stands. Aside from the occasional floating bits of debris, the motionless dark of the abyss is the only thing visible as far as the eye can see.
It's been so long, too long, he forgot how long, maybe not long at all. Too much time, too little time. Hours, days, weeks, months even. No way to know. Just floating endlessly. In the void of the Prison Dimension. Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever and ever—
He inhales slightly, the action making his chest burn.
Leo is pretty sure he’s dying…
He’d like to say that he’s surprised, that he never expected to die so young, but then he’d spend his last words on a lie. It would be surprising if he wasn't dying thanks to how much damage Tall Pink And Ugly managed to get in on him.
If Leo was being honest though, it's better that it was him than anyone else. He’s happier knowing that he’s the one locked in here with a monster, dying, than if it was any of his family. They deserve to live through this. He doesn’t. And that’s fine.
Maybe they’d be better, happier, without him there to drag them down. It makes sense. Donnie would be able to work in his lab without Leo constantly interrupting and annoying him. Raph could take back the title of leader, and would be able to lead properly — lead better — without Leo there to get in the way of the missions. And Mikey…
Mikey might take Leo’s death the hardest, but he would get through it. Donnie and Raph would be there to lift him up, and they would all move past Leo.
They don’t need him, and they’d be okay without him. He doesn’t have Donnie’s brains, Raph’s brawn, or even Mikey’s heart. What use is he in the team? The ‘faceman?’ Yeah, right. That was just something he made up— a title, a mask, anything to make himself seem useful. Hell, even when he did have a real role — the leader of all things — he was still practically useless.
It’s fine, though.
It'll all be okay.
They’d be better without Leo.
After all, it isn’t about him.
It’s about them.
His family.
Leo brings his photo a bit closer to his plastron at the thought. The reminder of why he did this. Why he trapped himself in the Prison Dimension with the Krang. 'Cause if he didn't, then everyone else would pay the price of his stupid mistakes. It was only fair that the one who caused the Krang to be released in the first place should get trapped in here with it.
He holds back a sob, curling himself tighter around the photo, however tears flow freely down his face.
He’s so cold.
Cold,
Cold,
Cold,
Cold,
Cold, cold, cold—
Warmth.
Faint, growing, soft warmth.
Leo squints his eyes open, forgetting when he had closed them in the first place. There’s a soft glow coming from behind him, golden and bright and familiar and warm, a stark contrast to everything else in Prison Dimension. He turns, and is flooded with the immediate urge to start sobbing from relief.
A portal, warm and golden like the sun— like the one who was holding it open, Mikey. His brothers, all of them, right there on the other side, staring at him with watery eyes.
They’re here.
They’re here for Leo.
Leo opens his mouth, mind not quite there but all the same wanting to say something — anything — to his brothers.
"Took you guys long enough," he grins, holding back his own tears.
That's not what Leo meant to say, but it’s good enough, because it gets them to smile. Hesitant, shaky, smiles, but smiles nonetheless. God his brothers look awful, all with bloodshot eyes and bruises and injuries covering them from head to toe. Then again, Leo’s pretty sure he doesn’t look any better, if not worse. In fact, now that the adrenaline-slash-numbness has worn off, he’s becoming aware of how a good majority of his bones are probably broken in some way.
Despite that, however, he reaches.
Raph's glowing red ninpo reaches back, forming a giant version of his brother's hand and grabbing Leo's own. Leo can't help the relief he feels wash over him, as he is pulled towards the portal. Towards home. He’s going home, to his brothers, to his fam—
There is a screech, accompanied by a shrill yell.
"NO!"
Ah, we forgot about the alien in the room, Leo jokes to himself, grimacing as he turns to look at the monster speeding towards him.
It's as if time slows down for a moment, and his brothers are suddenly deers caught in a car's headlights. For one moment — one slow, agonizing moment — nothing happens. There is only the warmth of Mikey's portal and of home, and the cold of the prison dimension and the Krang. Leo thinks he could make the choice between the two easily, but he knows what it would come down to. He doesn't need to think about that right now. Not now.
Time starts back up again. Leo's brothers are knocked out of their stupor and Raph starts attempting to pull Leo through the portal with more strength than before, fear and desperation following his every move. Leo wants to cry, to melt into sobs right then and there, because they're actually saving him.
While Raph hurriedly continues to pull Leo towards the portal, Donnie, on the other hand, starts radiating cold fury. Time must be having a stroke, because not even a second later, the softshell is charging up his own ninpo into a massive drill and launching it at the Krang. Glowing purple streaks by Leo, hurtling towards the alien behind him with impressive speed.
The Krang, however, seems unbothered by the drill, simply waving it off as if it were a measly fly. The genius doesn't let this stop him though, continuing to send a barrage of attacks at the alien.
Honestly, Leo's kind of— okay, very touched at how hard they're trying just to rescue him, even though he doesn't understand why.
The Krang, however, seems to just be getting irritated.
"You thought you could escape your fate so easily, pest?" it says, spitting out the last word like a curse.
"Uh, yeah, kind of? You're not doing a really good job of stopping me, though." Well, he wouldn't be the Faceman (trademark pending) without his amazing comebacks.
Now is probably not the best time for that however, as the already pissed Krang somehow manages to get even more angry. The monster pushes off the rock that it had been standing on, lunging for Leo with a newfound fury.
Leave it to Leo to make things worse.
No, stop, he can't think like that right now. Not when he's so close to home.
He's so close.
So close—
"LEO!"
Leo sees white suddenly, and a high pitch whine blasts in his ears. Like a flash grenade has gone off right in his face.
There's something else though, something that hurts.
Even as the white in his vision subsides, there is still pain pain pain coursing through him.
Leo hears a sound, beyond the fading ringing in his ears, somewhere between a shout and a sob. Slowly, he looks back up to the portal, and absolutely hates the sight that he is met with. His brothers' faces are frozen with dread, staring at Leo with eyes wide like saucers, as if they had been taken from a standstill of a horror movie. Hell, they aren't even crying anymore, and he's pretty sure that Donnie's stopped breathing. Distantly, beneath the sudden fog that has covered Leo's mind, he wonders what they see— what could paint such fear on their faces so prominently.
The monster chuckles darkly, and something moves and Leo hurts.
He looks down, despite something in the back of his mind telling him he shouldn't, and immediately he understands.
There, puncturing his torso, creating an awful, bloody spider web of cracks in his plastron and probably doing the same to his shell, is the Krang's piercing metal claw. As he stares blankly down at the gash in his chest, he registers the white hot agony he feels. Not just in the area of injury, but everywhere that he can feel. Blood drips down his plastron from the wound at a slow, steady pace, coating the claw impaling him a deep crimson. Everything has become slower, and breathing suddenly feels like a chore. There was no way that he would come back from a wound like this— a wound so fatal. Even if he manages to get out and back home, even if Donnie somehow manages to spontaneously develop some kind of life-saving technology for him, it would be too late.
This is it.
It looks like he isn't gonna be bouncing back from this failure.
"LEO!" Raph yells, his voice cracking with despair.
His brothers.
Oh, his brothers.
They shouldn't look this hurt over Leo of all people. They don't understand that this was supposed to happen. Leo locked himself in this void knowing that it would save their lives, all at the cost of his own.
"It's okay, guys," he manages to get out, trying his best to keep his smile on for them. "It's just a scratch."
Another shriek from the Krang behind him.
"You pathetic fools," it spits out, "really thought you can save this pest from the wrath of Krang? Your weak efforts will only serve to delay the inevitable."
And, as much as Leo hates to admit it, the Krang is right— he was going to die anyway, so why prolong the end?
Glancing back up, he can see Mikey beginning to struggle with keeping the portal open, his face pinched in anguish. His arms shook heavily, and through the growing haze in Leo's vision he can see the bright cracks spreading across his arms. It makes sense that Mikey's mystic abilities wouldn't be as powerful as the Mikey from Casey's timeline. He'd just unlocked them after all, so opening a portal for too long would probably be difficult to maintain. The portal is still shrinking, and Leo hates how his first thought was 'good.'
They don't need to see his death. They shouldn't have even tried to save him from his own fate in the first place.
Smaller and smaller the portal got, and Leo sees Raph's own ninpo beginning to fail him as well.
As the portal got close to disappearing, and all that was left was a small opening, Leo could see the fear wash back over his brother's faces, raw and terrified. Finally, Raph's ninpo flickers away, like someone had blown out the flame of a candle, and suddenly Leo's big brother is trembling. Raph, the gentle giant, Leo’s biggest brother, the true fearless leader, is trembling and on the verge of collapse.
And oh, how Leo hates to see his brothers like this.
"It's fine you guys," Leo whispers hoarsely, just loud enough for his brothers to hear.
" NO!" That was Mikey, strained yet trying his hardest to keep the portal open.
Why can't they understand?
Why can't they accept Leo's fate like he already has?
Why can't they let Leo die for them?
"'NARDO DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE US!" Donnie cries out, and even he sounds so fragile.
"Guys," he starts, ignoring the Krang's yells from behind him. "You'll be okay."
Please, don't make this any harder than it already is. Please.
"NO WE WON'T!" There's Raph, looking like he's trying oh-so hard just to keep from breaking down. "NOT WITHOUT YOU, LEO!"
Leo doesn't deserve him. He doesn't deserve an y of them.
All he's done for them is cause problems and drag them down. They're too good for him. The only thing he's any good for is messing things up for them.
He's been such a shitty brother to them for years without ever apologizing for all he’s done.
…
Well…
Now's as good a time as any.
So, despite the agonizing hurt rippling through his body, he speaks.
"I'm sorry."
A weight lifts off his chest. Leo still hurts, but he feels a bit better.
Finally, he's done something right.
"LEO—!"
And the light is gone, taking his brothers, and his only way home with it.
Leaving him in the Prison Dimension, to the mercy of the monster.
It’s fine.
It’s not about me.
“How sweet,” the Krang mocks from behind, finally dragging Leo closer towards itself. “The pest really is doing this for sacrifice. Aren’t you just such a good brother?”
Leo really isn’t, but he can’t very well say that at the moment. He’d rather not have some shitty confessional with the very reason he locked himself in this hellscape while dying. No thanks.
“You want to be a martyr, pest? Then I’ll make you one.”
Well that doesn’t sound good. Especially considering how Leo has no clue how he's even still alive in the first place. Benefits of being a literal bio-engineered super-soldier made to wipe out humanity, he guesses. Though, that might not be such a good thing right now, when Leo is likely about to feel insane amounts of pain within the next few moments.
And he quickly gets proven right, when the Krang rips its claw out of Leo’s shell after what felt like an eternity, making him gasp as his body finally starts registering the entirety of the pain he was in. Leo never knew that he could ever feel this much pain, but here he is. He shuts his eyes tightly and clenches his jaw to avoid screaming, no matter how much he really wants to, he won’t give the alien the satisfaction of his screams. Even if the area around his torso is burning, and he can feel the blood dripping down his plastron and the hole in his abdomen and the cracks in his shell and every bone in his body splintered to hell— he can feel everything. Barely a moment passes, however, before Leo is being gripped harshly by the ice-cold metal of the Krang’s mechanical claws. His entire body screams at the rough contact, but Leo can’t find the energy to put up a fight.
“You earthlings are all the same,” it states, disgust lacing its every word. “So weak, able to be crushed like bugs, yet so stubborn despite that weakness. It’s as if you don’t care how easy it is for you to die. ”
As it speaks that last word, its hold on Leo begins to tighten, and if his bones weren’t completely crushed before, they definitely are now. He can feel his breath being cut off, his inhales and exhales turning into shaky, broken, bloody wheezes. And speaking of blood, he probably also can't breathe because of the blood clogging up his throat and pooling in his mouth. That's definitely bad, but also besides the point.
Everything hurts.
He hates this.
Why doesn’t the Krang just kill him already? Leo isn’t suicidal, but he really wishes he was dead right now. Anything is better than this.
Only a few seconds pass — a few agonizing, painful, horrible seconds — before Leo begins to hear it.
The sound of cracking.
As the Krang continues to squeeze and squeeze him like some sort of fucked up stress toy, the cracking sound kept growing and growing. Leo can feel the panic and fear bubbling up in his throat at the sound, though that could also just be more blood. The Krang laughs as it holds him, giving one final press of Leo’s torso before—
CRAAACKKK
—and suddenly
Leo
can't
breathe,
which makes sense since he's still being used as a chew toy for the monster.
He can feel it all now, how his shell is caved in and there's blood dripping down and pieces are slowly falling off and the cold metal still crushing him and there's still a hole in his chest and his shell and it-he-shell-Leo was broken-cracked-exposed-vulnerable-bleeding-hurt-pain and he can’t breathe—
Vaguely, through the static that has taken over his brain, he registers that the grip has lessened. He can faintly feel himself be thrown, before the grip isn’t there at all.
Leo floats and hurts and hurts andhurtsand hurtsand—
—he hits something hard, and he's back and—
—his head crashes against cold, hard rock and then it's dark—
…
..
.
.
.
—and Leo wakes up screaming, shooting into an upright position in his bed, arms flailing out wildly, reaching for something somethingsomething.
He's in his room.
That doesn’t make sense.
Why is he here?
How is he here?
He's supposed to be dead, his body rotting away in the cold, lifeless abyss of the Prison Dimension. He shouldn’t be in his bed, back home, safe. How did he get here? Did Mikey manage to make another portal while Leo was “knocked out” (dead) ? Opening just one portal already looked to be hurting the box turtle. What would opening a second portal do to him? What if Mikey had died just to bring Leo back from the void? Would Donnie and Raph have really let their littlest brother trade his own life away just for Leo of all people?
Just the thought of Mikey sacrificing himself for Leo makes the slider want to hurl. He's probably about to anyway, judging from the horrible taste of bile climbing its way up his throat.
Before he can empty the contents of his stomach, however, a small vibration sounds from beside him, bringing Leo out of his spiral and back to reality (?).
Breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Don’t panic. Focus on your surroundings.
He's in his room— no, wait, that isn’t right.
He's in his old room, from the old lair.
Not the abandoned train station that they had made their new home.
He's in the lair that was demolished by the Shredder over a year ago.
The lair which should not even be standing right now.
His room looks just as Leo remembers it. Still with Jupiter Jim and Lou Jistu posters hanging off of every wall, action figures lining his shelves, comic books left lying around on the floor, his old odachi leaning against the foot of his bed, and his skateboard propped up against the wall. Looking around the room is like walking into a photo from his phone gallery. It's as if nothing had changed at all. Like the Shredder hadn’t destroyed their entire home just to get to Gram-Gram, who they had barely even gotten to meet.
There is no fucking way that any of this is real.
Leo’s dead.
Yeah… that’s it.
Leo is dead.
He’s dead, and this is the universe’s way of torturing him in the afterlife.
As if the prison dimension wasn’t enough.
Now he’s back in the old lair, probably to relive all his past mistakes.
For all of eternity.
His own personal hell .
The thought was honestly ridiculous.
Completely, absurdly, ridiculous.
So, whether it’s from the sheer hilarity of the situation or from mild hysteria, Leo starts laughing.
He laughs and he laughs and he laughs.
Even to him, though, the laughter sounds pained and desperate.
(—his chest is burning—)
Then, his laughing begins to turn into sobs. Ragged, choked sobs that tear through his throat, escaping without his permission and mixing with his horrible laughter.
Gosh, if only his brothers could see him now. The “great” Leonardo Hamato, reduced to a mess of hysterical laughter and tears and probably losing his mind while on the brink of death. Truly, Leo could not get any lower than this— even rock bottom would be better than wherever he’s fallen to.
Eventually — who knows whether it’s been minutes or hours at this point — Leo’s crying-laughter dies down, and he’s left alone. In the dark silence of his old bedroom. With nothing and no one to accompany him aside from his thoughts.
There’s a moment where the only sound in the room is Leo’s own breathing, before he sighs, flopping backwards onto his bed.
This makes no sense.
Nothing is making any sense at all.
Leo groans, hoarse and agonized, when something next to his bed starts vibrating.
His phone— or at least his old phone.
At once, Leo is scrambling towards his old nightstand to grab the phone as it continues to vibrate rhythmically. He turns the screen towards himself and sees that someone is calling him.
Incoming call from DonTron…
Donnie.
Or Demon-Donnie, if Leo’s whole “personal hell” theory holds any truth in this situation. Either way though, it’s still a Donnie— a version of Leo’s genius twin brother.
So, without much other thought, Leo answers.
“Hey Don, what’s up?” he starts, hoping his voice doesn’t sound like he just had a breakdown. No need to worry his demon-brothers.
There's a pause.
Huh, that’s weird. Donnie’s usually quick to respond with that big brain of his.
“You okay, ‘Nardo?” Donnie's voice comes through the other line, sounding hesitant.
…
What?
Now Leo’s the one who has to pause, because that is not what he was expecting this call to be about. Maybe ‘Hey you alive?’ or ‘You just woke up from a coma,’ or even ‘Welcome to hell, idiot.’ Anything else, but definitely not asking if he was okay.
“Yeah, of course I’m okay,” Liar. “Why’re you asking?”
Another pause.
“I heard you screaming from my lab, Leo. Then I sent you texts which you never answered. You can see why I would be concerned.”
Oh.
That did make sense.
Maybe Leo should have thought about the other people in the lair before having a breakdown in the middle of the night. Then again, he didn’t really think there would be anyone else here besides him. Hence the “personal” in “personal hell.”
“Sorry ‘bout that Donnie,” Leo says.
“It’s fine, but I would still like an explanation.”
Shit. What could Leo say that wouldn’t be worrying? ‘Don’t worry about it?’ No, that was the definition of suspicious. And he sure as hell couldn’t just tell the truth. What the hell would he say then? ‘Oh y’know just woke up from a scary dream that wasn’t actually a dream where I died a brutal death by being killed by a weird chewed-up gum alien!’
Nope!
…Maybe he should stop overthinking this.
“Just, y’know, had a nightmare. No biggie.” There. That sounds convincing enough… probably. As long as Donnie is too tired to read into the way his voice shook ever so slightly, then Leo is in the clear. For now, at least.
“...Alright, if you say so, ‘Nardo. I’ll be in my lab if you need anything, okay?”
“Got it, Donnie! ‘Night!”
After Donnie responds with his own ‘goodnight,’ Leo goes to end the call. Maybe hell won’t be so bad if his brothers are her—
Leo freezes, eyes locked on to his phone.
…There’s no way this is real.
The call had ended, switching his phone back to his lock screen.
The lock screen which has the current date and time.
The date and time which should not be possible.
Can’t be possible.
Otherwise this might actually be real, and not some sort of fucked up hell or dying-man’s delusion.
But there it was.
Right in the center of his screen.
4:27 a.m
August 6, 2018
He’s in the past.
That should be cool, and Leo should be in awe at the prospect.
He isn’t. Really, all Leo could feel was confusion and dread.
There is actually no way in hell (heh) that Leo managed time travel before Donnie.
No way.
No way…
…
Before he knows it, tears start to make their way down Leo’s face, dripping onto his phone screen that was still lighting up the room. The screen that is still displaying the same date and time. The same goddamn date.
This can’t. Be. Real.
Leo doesn’t want this to be real.
He doesn’t want to be in the past, forced to relive everything— every mistake he’s ever made, every time he’s ever dragged his brothers down. He can’t handle that. Not again.
…
Oh.
Maybe he doesn’t have to.
The thought somehow manages to momentarily cease the endless flow of tears from Leo’s eyes, and make him actually pause for a second to process that thought.
He’s seen it before, right? The future could be changed, and they had already proved that with Casey. All Leo needs to do is make enough changes to where what happened before wouldn’t happen again.
Like his death…
Oh.
Oh shit, Leo had actually died.
What the fuck?
If this is real, and he actually is in the past, then Leo had actually died in the future-past-whatever.
He’s supposed to be dead.
He had already come to terms with that fact before, but just the mere thought of it again sends his mind spiraling once more. Somehow, some way, Leo had been thrown into the past after dying. Why him? It just doesn’t make sense nothing makes sense—
Stop.
Alright… alright.
Leo died, he’s in the past, and now he needs to come up with a way to change everything so none of the bad things happen the way they did. When he puts it like that, it sounds a whole lot easier to take in. He just needs to not think about the “how” or “why” of it all.
He’s basically pulling a Casey, but with extra… months?
He slowly looks back down at his phone.
4:43 a.m
August 6, 2018
Extra years, actually.
Holy shit he’s back in August.
August… when they first got their mystic weapons.
Shit, Leo is right back at the beginning. Before everything had happened. No Shredder, no Krang, and heck they hadn’t even encountered the Foot Clan yet. At this point in time, the biggest problem they had ever faced was Draxum. Which— okay sure, the Baron was a pretty decent-sized threat, but in comparison with what was to come, he was an ant .
Being so far back in the timeline means more big-bads he has to worry about defeating. Although, if he’s so far back in time, that also means more time to plan, he realizes. More time to figure out how he was going to stop everything from going how it had previously gone.
That’s good— really good, in fact, since he has no clue what he’s doing whatsoever. He can’t think about that too much right now, however, because then he’ll just start to spiral again, and he can’t have another breakdown at— what time was it again?
4:49 a.m
Huh.
Well, that kinda stinks. It’s too late for him to reasonably start doing anything right now, and he’d probably just get caught by Donnie. Plus, Leo’s brain practically feels like mush from having two-and-a-half breakdowns in a row. So, yeah, now is definitely not the best time to start making any change-the-future sort of plans.
His next best option is probably to go talk to Donnie about this. He’s the family genius, after all.
Leo doesn’t move.
He should go talk to Donnie, but all that’s on his mind is the fact that this is his chance. He can finally be useful somehow. Maybe, by changing the future and stopping the bad things from happening before they happen, Leo can do something right.
Besides, it’s not like Donnie would believe him anyways, even if he told the softshell everything. At most, he’d probably be concerned for Leo’s mental health. Which, sure, maybe he did have a few bad experiences from the Shredder and the Invasion and everything else in between, but it wasn’t anything major. Nothing that good ol’ Neon Leon couldn’t handle by shoving it all into a box in the back of his mind and never opening said box ever again.
Fool-proof plan for dealing with feelings stuff.
Nobody needed to know anything.
They didn't need to be worried about Leo.
It’s not about Leo.
It’s not. About. Leo.
This is fine.
…
Scratch that. This is not fine.
Since he couldn’t go talk to Donnie about anything, Leo decided to just wait in bed and scroll through whatever. He only has about an hour or so before Raph wakes up anyways.
However, waiting an entire hour before being able to believably leave his room was surprisingly awful. Leo's brain just refused to do anything that he was trying to tell it to do, the main thing being for it to just shut up. Five in the morning is not the time to be having a crisis, thank you very much. Especially not when Leo still has about a million different phantom pains rippling through his body.
Speaking of phantom pains, they are making it unnecessarily difficult to just roll over into a more comfortable position.
Trying to lay on his back? Nope! There’s still a gaping hole and cracks and he is broken broken broken—
How about laying on his chest? Still no, every rib probably has multiple breaks and his lungs hurt.
Laying on his side? Limbs are still crushed, idiot.
And sure, Leo knows that he isn't actually in pain anymore, since being in his past body — he’s pretty sure — means not having any of his future injuries. Although, his brain and nervous system don't seem to get the memo, as any movement makes him have to stifle noises of pain.
Stupid phantom pains.
In the meantime, Leo’s simply opted for laying still and scrolling mindlessly through his phone. All this waiting and sitting around is just wasting his time, when he could be doing something, anything to start preventing the future. It's strange, knowing what's to come and yet all that Leo can do about it at the moment is nothing. Something that should be so calming and relieving now sets him on edge. Leo hates waiting around on a normal day, now he absolutely loathes it.
Then again, there isn't much he can do right now.
As much as Leo hates to admit, he's basically useless at this point in time.
That doesn't make it any less agonizing to do nothing, though.
He doesn't have much time to dwell on it, however, before he hears the telltale sound of Raph's heavy footsteps trudging out of his room.
If Raph is up now, then it won’t be long until Mikey’s awake too, and then Leo can "get up." Both Mikey and Raph have always been the early-risers of the family, since they somehow managed to have decent sleep schedules. Leo and Donnie's sleep schedules, on the other hand, have always been basically nonexistent. Leo's brain never knows how to shut up and let him sleep, and Donnie is always working on something in his lab.
Leo sighs, continuing to tap away at the shitty mobile game he'd decided to play. He's pretty well on his way to beating his high score, another plus of time travel and also having played the game so much.
Leo pauses to glance up to the top corner of his phone screen.
6:13 a.m
Ugh…
This is horrible.
Genuinely, Leo would rather have a tea party with Baron "Throws-people-off-roofs" Draxum than what he's doing right now. At least then he would be doing something instead of just lying here like everything is fine. Like the world isn't literally about to end within the upcoming years.
But it is, and Leo is still doing nothing.
He's just lying there, on his bed, scrolling.
He's just doing nothing.
He is nothing …
He's…
L eo i s…
..
…
..
.
…
Mikey’s signature ‘good morning’ rings through the lair from the kitchen, just and bright and bubbly as usual, and Leo blinks.
Huh?
That's… weird.
He glances back at his phone — which was turned off somehow, he doesn't remember turning it off — and checks the time.
7:01 a.m
Did— did time speed up or something..?
Leo certainly hopes not, otherwise this whole time-travel deal just got a whole lot more annoying for him.
Leo closes his eyes for a moment, swiftly recollecting himself, before throwing the off bed sheets. Slowly, he moves his legs over the edge of the bed, and pushes himself off to stand. He straightens himself up and stretches his still-tired limbs—
(—bones crushed broken cracked pain pain pain—)
—before walking over to the entrance of his room, mentally preparing himself as his hand hovers over the makeshift door.
And, showtime.