Chapter 1:

"What the shell?!"

"Donnie, did you do this?"

"It wasn't me!"

The lavender, spiraling circle had just… appeared. One second, the turtles were watching Space Heroes in the lair; the next, an enormous draft knocked a pizza box into the back of Raphael's head. The ninjas' reflexes had taken over and they'd jumped up, taken out their weapons, and prepared for battle.

To their surprise, it was not a living entity that had disturbed their relaxation, but a large, purple… thing that had popped up from nowhere onto the wall. From the uninvited wall decoration came a wind that was now turning direction. The empty pizza boxes strewn around the lair were being sucked into it, and the wind was steadily growing stronger.

"What is that thing, Donnie?"

"It seems to be some kind of black hole. Hold on to something!"

All four brothers immediately latched onto the nearest object: Leo the couch, Raph a pipe protruding from the wall opposite the black hole, Donnie the T.V., and Mikey… a pizza box that hadn't been lifted into the air yet.

"Mikey!" Leo called. "Something heavier!"

"No, man!" Mikey replied indignantly. "This box is full! Gotta protect the pizza!"

By now, the wind had begun to pull at the turtles. Mikey began slowly sliding closer and closer to the… Let's just call it the purple thing for now. He tried to step back, but he just slid right back to where he had been. He slid faster and faster as the wind strengthened, pulling in anything light enough. Even Leo's couch had begun to move slightly, but it was kept from going farther by a ridge in the concrete floor.

"It's not worth it!" Donnie yelled. "Let the pizza go!"

The purple turtle knew it would be no use now, as the wind was too strong for Mikey to escape, but he refused to believe it.

Mikey panicked and tried to run back toward the others, but the wind kept him in place.

A beanbag chair flew through the air, knocking Michelangelo off his feet. He dropped the pizza and was pulled dangerously close to the purple thing. The youngest of the brothers let out a pitiful wait, and was swallowed up by the purple thing.

"NO!" his brothers cried in unison. Raphael, whose body was only not flying into the purple thing because of his grip on his pipe, let go. He flew straight into what was very likely certain death, following after the baby brother he loved so much.

Next was Donatello, and finally Leonardo; tears streaming down both their faces. If Mikey was still alive, they weren't about to leave him alone to fend for himself in a strange place.