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Mikey’s smile used to light up the room. Now it barely flickers.
Nightmares, scalding showers, flinches - his brothers know something’s wrong, but not how deep it runs.When the truth surfaces - what Bradford did, how he broke him - their world fractures. His family wants revenge. Mikey just wants to feel whole again.
And maybe, with Leatherhead’s quiet patience and gentle hands, he’ll finally believe he’s not broken after all.
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Leatherhead blinked, confused. His gaze flicked from their wary faces to Mikey—small, trembling, crumpled on the floor. “What has happened to my friend?”
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“I’m gonna figure it out, little bro,” he whispered. “I swear to you, whatever’s hurting you—I’ll find it. I’ll fix it.”
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Raph’s shell plates flared with fury. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“Raph—” “I’m gonna rip his throat out!” Raph slammed his fist into the table, splintering the edge. “He touched our baby brother like that?! He used him?!”
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Fishface’s eyes widened, his metal legs clanging against the pavement.“You—” His voice was cold, venomous. “You’re telling me you touched a kid?” Dogpound blinked, thrown off.
“He wasn’t—” Fishface lunged, faster than any of the turtles expected. His tail coiled around Dogpound’s neck, slamming him against the wall.
“¡Bastardo!” he hissed, eyes burning. “We do bad things, sí — we steal, we fight, we follow orders — but that? That’s evil.”
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Fishface turned, meeting their eyes — not as an enemy, not this time. “For what it’s worth,” he said roughly, “I didn’t know. I don’t work with monsters.”
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Tigerclaw’s tail flicked once. His jaw tightened, fangs catching the faint glow of a streetlight. “He touched a child,” he said, voice like a growl dragged across gravel.“A child.” Fishface nodded grimly. “Sí. One of the turtles. The orange one.”
Tigerclaw looked out toward the horizon, eyes narrowing. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled.
“Then Dogpound,” he said, cold and certain, “will not see another sunrise.”
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