TMNT=Not mine

"Look, I know how this is going to play out," Raph snarled. "And I'm telling you, just get lost!"

The girl blinked at him as she attempted to cling to his arm. "You can't leave me! What if the Foot come back? I have crazy magic powers that the Shredder needs to conquer the Earth!"

"No! Fuck off! Seriously, I'm sick of this shit! You're the fifth one I've rescued today and I'm tired of it!"

She glanced behind him at the other four girls that had been tied up and were stacked in the strange truck. "You need me! I can calm your inner rage and make you a good person! I understand how hard it is to have this constant tough outer exterior when inside you're actually all nice and soft-hearted! I can help you release that niceness! I know that you love me, just let those feelings free!"

"See them!" Raph waved a hand at the captive girls, "They didn't understand the concept of 'no, we're not going to take you down to the sewers to live with us and teach you ninjitsu.' So, we're going to set them on a cargo plane that's flying to South Africa. Hopefully, we'll never see them again nor will the Shredder be able to find them. Problem solved! This is your last chance to bugger off or you'll join them!"

"I'll have your kids!" she begged, "It's one of my magical abilities, being able to procreate with turtle mutants. Doctor Stockman made sure I was capable of that specifically when he made me."

Raph slumped. "I'M A TEENAGER LIVING INSIDE THE SEWERS. I'M A TURTLE. I'M A NINJA. WHERE IS THERE A REMOTE IMPLICATION THAT I NEED CHILDREN? AND WHY? Just why do you feel the need to alter my character ever so radically? If there really was a problem with it, don't you think Splinter, who is a wise NINJA MASTER, would have FIGURED SOMETHING OUT ALREADY?"

"Splinter doesn't have magic powers," the girl whispered. "He doesn't know you like I do."

"No, he only raised us since we were babies! He has absolutely no idea what to do with me! Of course! And I'm most certainly NOT in love with you! We've only known each other for ten minutes! I'm not that desperate for companionship that I fall in love with people I've just met!"

"I told you Raph," Leo said, placing a calming hand on his brother's shoulder, "There's no reasoning with these girls."

"Why is she even down here in the first place?" Raph moaned, forcing the girl off his arm at last. "Why are they even down here? The only people living down here should be us and Leatherhead. All these freaking kids, messing up our lawn."

"I'm going to assume that's a figurative lawn," Don said, coming up and tranquilizing the girl. He patted Raph's arm in comfort, "There, there, I've finally managed to contact Bishop and he's agreed to buy them. The price is low but we find so many of them, the numbers will certainly make up for it anyway. Which is good because the Shredder started to notice all those mysterious girls we've been exporting to South Africa."

"And then we'll be able to build our spaceship and leave for a galaxy far away from here," Mikey piped up cheerfully. "We'll be free from all these annoying girls who want to be our best friends and girlfriends when they don't understand the concept of a life in solitude and secrecy means that there will be no best friends and girlfriends."

Raphael watched the beautiful, sleeping face of the ENEMY as his brothers dragged her away. "Can I take a miniature pony on our spaceship? It'll be my best friend. I'll call him Schmooples."

I'm quite tired of female OCs. They've been done before a billion times with the same storyline and yet writers in the fandom just. keep. using. them. What is up with that? It's absolutely nothing new and yet I can't go without seeing a new one every day. Fandom writers just stop. It's painful. It hurts. It destroys my faith in humanity. I'm no longer amused by this.