Hi! So I've been making a lot of turtle fics recently and they've been getting a good response on tumblr so I decided I'm going to post them here as well. This will be a fic containing many one-shots and smaller fics that I make. Some may be connected and some won't be. 2012 Turltes only.

Sometimes I might post things on tumblr before I post them here so if you're curious about what I'm working on you can go to textsfromturtles on tumblr (also, my personal blog is dp-shrine-in-closet-girl if you're interested in following that as well).

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Chapter 1: Irma Meets the Turtles

Part 1

Irma was captured again.

Frighteningly large monsters had grabbed her around her waist, their long claws catching on her clothes, tearing small holes in the fabric.

They had been wolves, giant humanoid wolves. There has been so many of them; they worked as a unit, hunted her down as a pack.

She had fainted once they grabbed her, but when she awoke she found herself in a damp cave. She drew her legs to her chest in fear, hissing as the bruises on her arms and legs stung as she moved.

Looking around the cave, her mouth fell open as she let out a cry of despair at what she saw. Metal bars blocked the mouth of the cave. They fit perfectly in the cave opening; trapping her inside. Enough light flooded in from the cave opening that she could see around her prison, but there was nothing but a few oddly shaped rocks and a trough filled with water.

Tears sprung to Irma's eyes. She was captured by those rat monsters only a month ago and now she was trapped again. What did these creatures want with her?

Irma could hear a growl echo outside of her cage and she felt her whole body freeze, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Her vision swam as a rush of panic consumed her and a part of her wished that she would pass out again. Anything was better than the terror that gripped her heart.

A huge, hairy monster stepped into the view of the cage, its long noes sniffing loudly in her direction.

"The girl is awake," it said, its voice deep and gravely, "Can we eat her now?"

"No! You know what Alpha said," another low voice chastised as a second monster moved into view. "We need to collect more food first. Our pack is strong, but we can't expand our territory if we don't have enough food to sustain us. Too long we have been dependent on humans for food at this retched zoo. Now the humans will be our food!"

"But I'm starving, Beta! Can't I just have one small bite? Just an arm! That's it!"

"Be still, Omega. You will heed your leader's commands. Now, guard the entrance to the cave while I hunt for more prey."

"Yes, Beta." With its tail between its legs, the human-like wolf followed Beta out of view of the cage.

Irma gasped for air, suddenly realizing that she had been holding her breath. Her whole body shook with terror as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't feel anything but an icy chill that ran down her spine. They were going to eat her? This was just as bad as the rat-man wanting to experiment on her.

Oh God, how was she going to get out of this?

"Canis lupus mixed with human DNA? This is not good."

Irma jumped at the unexpected voice behind her. She whirled around, her eyes searching the shadows of the cave to look for the speaker. The shape she had first mistaken for a strange pile of rocks was now sitting up with a grunt. It was human shaped, but as another shiver ran down Irma's spine, she realized there was something off about the figure. He was tall and lean in some places, and bulky in others that didn't quite fit a human shape. He was cloaked in shadow and Irma squinted her eyes in an attempt to get a better look at him, but to no avail.

"Wh-who are you?" Irma asked, her voice breaking in fear.

Light reflected off the stranger's eyes as he looked up at her. "Donatello," he told her hesitantly, and she tensed when she noticed his eyes sizing her up. "Who are you?"

"Irma," she squeaked out; fear and panic were gripping her throat, making it hard to speak.

"Are you hurt?" Donatello asked softly and Irma blinked at the concern in his voice. Maybe she had been seeing things. Maybe he was just a normal person. He sounded so human, like a teenage boy around her age. The wolf monster's voices had been angry and gruff, but his was gentle and kind.

"N-no, I'm okay. Are you?"

He hesitated once more. "My hands and feet are bound, but I'm okay."

Irma frowned. "They didn't bind me. Maybe I can help you and we can escape." She didn't trust herself to sand up with her shaky muscles, so she began crawling towards him.

"N-no, stay where you are. I'm sure I can free myself." To her surprise he scooted away from her, deeper into the shadows.

Irma's mouth parted in surprise, but she didn't stop inching closer. "Why? I can help you."

"No, really! Don't come any closer!" she froze at the desperation in his voice as a feeling of dread began to consume her. He obviously didn't want her to see him, and terror shot through her as it began to dawn on her that her original guess about his non-human status might be correct.

She could feel her hands shaking again as the haze of panic consumed her mind. She just wanted to crawl up in a ball and close her eyes until she woke up in her bed. She just wanted this whole nightmare to be over.

However, she wasn't going to wake up from this, just like she didn't wake up to find that the rat king had been a dream. There really were monsters in this world and she may or may not be sharing a cage with one of them.

She wouldn't know what Donatello was until she saw him with her own eyes, and she couldn't stop her curiosity as she creped forward just a bit more. She had to know what he was. If he really was a monster, she wanted to be sure he really was bound and unable to hurt her.

She could almost make out a little bit of green as she squinted into the darkness.

"Irma, don't," he protested one last time and she could hear the fear, sadness, and shame in his voice.

And then, she saw him.

Green and scaled, tall and looming, foreign and terrifying; a scream ripped from her throat as she jerked backwards. Her back hit the hard ground as she scrambled to scoot herself away from it in panic. Her mind couldn't even process what she had seen. It had been like a dinosaur or giant lizard, and it had spoken to her! Tricking her into believing it could actually be human. It was just as bad as the monster wolves or giant rats, only now she was only a few feet away from it.

She picked herself up off the ground, and stumbling, made her way to the front of the cage. She placed her back against the bars as she stared into the darkness, trying to find the silhouette of the monster she was sharing a cage with.

"D-don't come any closer!" she yelled into the darkness, her voice breaking.

However, there was no response.

She hugged her knees to her chest again as tears began to obstruct her vision. She was shaking as a sob ripped from her throat. She was going to die here and no one would know what had happened to her.

She sobbed quietly to herself, her breath coming out in short gasps.

There was no movement from the other end of the cage and Irma tried to force herself to pretend she was alone. She didn't want to be alone, but it was better than being with that… thing.

Irma tensed when a timid voice reached her ears.

"I'm sorry," it said, its voice thick with regret. "I… I didn't mean to scare you."

Irma hugged herself closer. It was lying. It just wanted her to think it was harmless so she would approach it again. Maybe it wanted her to undo its bindings so it could attack her.

"Y-you're just like them!" she breathed harshly into the darkness, her voice was just a whisper but it was filled with all the animosity she could manage. "You're a monster just like them! Just like the giant rats and those wolves!"

Silence stretched out between them and just when Irma didn't think it would answer, it spoke again.

"Yes," is said slowly. "I am a mutant like them."

Irma hugged herself closer, a whimper escaped her lips.

"But I'm not going to hurt you," its voice was stronger this time, reassuring.

Irma shook her head. "Please, just go away."

"I… I can help you escape," it said carefully. "But I need your help. I tried, but I can't undo these bindings on my own. If you help me we can both get out of here before we're eaten."

Irma shook her head, more tears leaked down her face.

"Irma," it said gently. "I know you're scared and I know I… I scared you. I'm sorry that I did. But if you don't do something-"

"How do I know you're not going to hurt me?" Irma spit back. "How do I know this isn't some kind of a trick?"

The creature sighed. "Those wolves are just going to eat you any way. There is at least a chance I'm telling the truth, right?"

Irma considered the strange creature's words. If she did nothing she would be killed for sure, but if the monster in the cage with her actually did have a way out…

Irma bit her lip. It was her only chance and yet she still couldn't bring herself to do it. He had been too freaky; she wasn't sure if she could bring herself to look upon him again, let alone get close enough to undo his bindings. Irma liked weird things. She liked spiders and rats and things that normal girls her age didn't. It was one of the reasons why she got along with April so well; the red-headed girl didn't mind the unusual. But this… this wasn't just a spider in her room. This was a real monster.

"Just… just give me the benefit of the doubt, okay? I know I'm scary, but I'm not…" the monster hesitated, embarrassment and shame creeping into his voice, "I'm not that scary, am I?"

Her tears had stopped and Irma had removed her glasses to wipe away the remaining wetness on her cheeks. Placing her glasses back on her face, Irma peered into the darkness.

"Y-yeah…" her voice shook. "You are."

"Oh."

Irma blinked at the absolute sadness in the creature's response, and she was surprised to feel her heart tighten guiltily.

With a frustrated sigh, Irma made her decision and crept forward. She wasn't going to untie him; she just wanted to look at him one more time, and this time she would be ready. She was shaken and scared, but honestly, she didn't have much left to lose.

She saw the creature tense in the darkness as she approached on her hands and knees. When her eyes adjusted to the shadows she saw it properly as a shiver of fear ran through her. Even learning against the cave wall, it was just as tall as she remembered. On its bald head was a purple mask, its eyes behind the mask watched her with a calculated intelligence. Its body was covered with green scales and its hands were bound behind its…. shell? Wait a minute.

"Are… are you a turtle?" Irma asked in astonishment.

He smiled at her, but it was more of a grimace. "That's right. And turtles aren't scary, are they?"

"They are when they're giant talking turtles," Irma shot back defensively, sitting on her knees as she continued to observe him from a distance.

His shoulders seemed to slump at her comment and she could feel guilt squeeze her heart once more. He may not look human, but those eyes were so full of emotion and his voice… it was far too normal sounding to come from such a strange creature.

"H-how can you talk?" Irma asked the first thing that popped into her head.

The turtle shrugged. "Same way you can."

He adjusted his bound legs just and inch and she felt herself jump, her breath catching in her throat.

He glanced up at her in surprise. "Sorry…" he mumbled quietly. "Didn't mean to startle you."

Irma shook her head, trying to calm her nerves. "What are you? What were those things? Why are there so many monsters in New York?"

The turtle winced with a frown. "Monster is a harsh word. We were all mutated from the same substance. I'm a combination of turtle and human DNA; those wolves are a combination of wolf and human DNA."

"So they used to be normal wolves before they were mutated?" Irma asked. "And you used to be just a normal turtle?"

The mutant turtle nodded.

"How did this happen?"

"A canister of mutagen must have fallen in the wolf exhibit and broke. There must have been human DNA already on the wolves from their handlers."

"And were you a part of the zoo too?"

The turtle let out a short laugh. "No, I was mutated fifteen years ago."

Irma stared at him in awe. She didn't know what to think. This was all so weird.

"Irma," he urged quietly. "You have to untie me. If those wolves come back it might be too late. I swear to you I'm not going to hurt you and I will get you out of here, but I need my hands and legs free to fight the them."

"You're a turtle," Irma pointed out. "How are you going to fight wolves?"

For the first time, he grinned at her, showing off the gap between his teeth. "Oh, those wolves are going to be no problem for me."

Irma hesitated, bit her lip, and then nodded. "Okay…"

Taking a breath, she inched closer to it… no, him. Donatello, right? That's what he had told her his name was.

He was weird looking and a bit scary, but there was also something incredibly human about him. The longer she looked at him the more she could see it. Her hands shook as she approached him, and she could see him tense up uncomfortably.

She knew that what she was doing was incredibly dangerous. It was probably naïve and stupid to trust this creature, but she preferred the mutant turtle with the kind eyes and an awkward smile to the blood thirsty wolves any day.

"Let me move so you can reach my hands," he said, and she was glad he warned her, because her heart started pounding wildly in her chest as soon as he sat straight up and twisted his body enough to give her access to his hands.

With her own shaking hands, she attempted to until the knot that bound him. She avoided touching his scaly skin despite the part of her that was curious about what it felt like. After several tries, her slightly numb hands ached from her failed attempts to loosen the knot.

Irma sighed in frustration.

"On my belt around my shell there is a pocket on my left. Inside there may be a shuriken you can use to cut the rope. That is, if they didn't strip me of all my weapons."

Irma let out a laugh. "A shuriken? What are you, a ninja?"

There was a short beat of silence before Donatello nodded. "Yep."

Irma's mouth fell open as she stared at him. She wanted to scoff. A ninja? Yeah right! But then she realized she was talking to a mutant turtle that actually talked back and she just shrugged. Today was the weirdest day of her life.

She had found the shuriken exactly where he said it would be. Her hand brushed lightly against his shell and she pulled back in surprise. Donatello, however, didn't seem to notice.

With difficulty, she cut through the ropes, careful to avoid cutting his hands. Once his hands where free he left out of soft sigh as he rubbed his arms with a grimace. Irma scooted away from him to give him some space, the shuriken still in her hand.

He looked at her gratefully with a small, gentle smile, and held out his hand. At first she was confused, but when he glanced at the shuriken she understood and handed the weapon back to him.

He was careful not to touch her as the weapon passed between them, and with one swift move, he cut the rope from his feet and placed the shuriken back in his belt.

He stood up quickly in a tall and graceful manor that, as a turtle, he should have never been able to do. He approached her slowly, like one would do with a scared animal. He bent his knees until he was closer to her level and held out his hand.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

She smiled lightly, the last of her fear of him fading away. He wasn't going to hurt her; she knew that now. He was going to help her escape, just like he promised.

She nodded and took his scaly hand, marveling at how the texture felt on her soft skin. It was rough from the scales, but still soft like flesh, similar to touching a snake. His scales were cool but not cold, and as he helped her to her feet she realized how unbelievably strong he was.

Before she could say something there was a shout, a crash, and a few howls of pain before more shouting. Then, there was a cry, and everything went silent. The mutant wolves were approached the cage, and suddenly, Donatello's three-fingered hand disappeared from her grasp. She spun around, but she couldn't see him. The door was still locked, so she knew he was still in the cage with her.

With the way he disappeared, Irma was starting to believe the whole ninja thing.

The wolves appeared quickly, opened the cage, and shoved a lifeless figure inside. It landed at Irma's feet and the purpled hair girl looked down in horror.

Her friend, April O'Neil, was lying unconscious on the ground in front of her.