001; Audio - The one where Mike tries to make sense of this.

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike knows the rules, and he knows them by heart: When you're in a new place, and you aren't sure of your surroundings, you stay hidden to stay safe. Someone will come and find you. So when the kedan deliver him to his suite, Michaelangelo stays there.

It's only after he's lowered all the shades, explored the suite from top to bottom, and booby-trapped the front door with common household items, that Mike turns his attention to the communication console. Mike's access and familiarity with all things computer has been limited at best, with the bulk of his exposure coming in the form of play-testing what ever new video game Donatello had been coding. So it comes as more than a little bit of a shock to him that the console is as easy for him to work as the skim-milk blue guy with a similar number of fingers on his hands said it would be.

It doesn't matter that he's not home, or that the people who found him aren't quite human, or even that anyone who saw him on this vidscreen thing could easily just assume he was some sort of special effect added in post production.]

Um...hello? I.
I'm just looking for my brothers. There was a light from some sort of machine. They started to disappear without me. I just. I just want to find them.

Leo? Donnie? Raph? Please tell me you're out there. Please?

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[voice]

[seriouslytwisted]

[Oh great, DONNIE found this before Raph did. Now he's going to need to explain some shit, which no thank you. Not to an affronted Donatello.]

You. How old are you?

[Not a sure-fire way to tell, but it's worked thus far. It's a good start.]

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[michaeljangelo]

[Raph doesn't sound completely right, but he sounds right enough for horse-shoes and hand grenades. It's not as if the payphones of 1986 NYC gave the best, most clear connections anyway.]

Who's asking?

[The smile and relief in his voice is audible.]

[voice]

[seriouslytwisted]

[oh my god okay so this mikey is also a pain in the ass]

I'm asking you, genius, now give me an answer before I come over there and take it right outta your mouth myself!

[voice]

[michaeljangelo]

Now that is something I'd pay to see.

[voice]

[seriouslytwisted]

Oh my G- MIKEY! Tell me how old you are before I rip your shell off your back and beat you to death with it!

[voice]

[michaeljangelo]

[That sound you hear is NOT him snickering at Raph's rage.
Not at all.
Because Mike would NEVER do such a thing.
Ever.

...

Okay, maybe a little.]

Dude, don't blow a gasket, you know we're sixteen.

[voice]

[seriouslytwisted]

[UUUUGGGHHHHH

Raph kind of already knew it, but know he knows it knows it.]

No we're not. You're the wrong Mikey.

[voice]

[michaeljangelo]

What does that even mean?

[And why does Mike suddenly feel a chill run down his spine...]

[voice]

[seriouslytwisted]

What's it sound like? You're not my brother.

[That was a little harsh, but it's not like Raph is known for his gentle let-downs. He might feel bad if he could see Mikey's face though.

GOOD THING HE CAN'T]

[voice]

[michaeljangelo]

[As things go words are hardly the worst thing that Raph has ever thrown at Mike, though these words in particular sting.

On a better day he'd laugh them off, but today of all days...]

now come on raph...

[voice]

[seriouslytwisted]

[Shit. That's not fair. A different Mike isn't allowed to have that same super-hurt tone that Raphael's Mikey does, that's just wrong.]

-rgh. I'm just saying, you're from- I dunno, a different dimension. Or something. It's weird.

[voice]

[michaeljangelo]

A different dimension.

[Imagine, if you will, Mikey doing his very level best Leo impression...only, it's not an impression.

Yeah, it's kind of like that.]

[voice --> video b/c raph don't give a fuck]

[seriouslytwisted]

[Fine, if Mikey's having trouble believing it, let's give him a look. Raphael is willing to bet he looks different from the one Mikey knows, given how different he looked from the other Raph.]

Yeah, a different dimension. You saying I'm lying?

voice

[michaeljangelo]

...great googly moogly...

permavid

[seriouslytwisted]

[what the fuck does that even-]

"Great googly moogly." Mikey, no.

voice

[michaeljangelo]

No?

[seriouslytwisted]

No.

[Don't say that.]

Do you get it now? I'm not even the same age as you.

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[michaeljangelo]

[He almost doesn't hear that the conversation is still going, because of how loud his heart is beating right now.]

how...how old are you?

[seriouslytwisted]

[Okay Donnie is right up there but this is what he told the others and he can't just not continue the lie. Obviously.]

...Eighteen.

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike kind of blinks at Raph.]

You're eighteen.

[It's not that he doesn't believe you, Raph, it's just...no, that's exactly it.]

[seriouslytwisted]

[OH MY GOD WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE

HE TOTALLY ACTS AND LOOKS LIKE AN ADULT!!!]

What?! Say it!

[michaeljangelo]

You look like a fetus.

[seriouslytwisted]

A f-

Get over here and say that to my face, you little punk! I'll punch your teeth so far down your throat you could chew your guts like freakin' bubble gum!

[michaeljangelo]

[The challenge almost cheers Mike up.]

Why? Did you not hear me say it the first time? Did something happen to your baby ears?

[seriouslytwisted]

SHUT UP!

Mikey, I swear to GOD-!

That's it.

[Raph is gonna ragequit this computer because he's COMING FOR YOU.]