it’s been years since the Turtles have been gone
April stands at the edge of the pier, looking out into the dark waters. It's been a few years since the Turtles disappeared and she still feels the pain of their loss every day.
I am a new person in New York City
curious about the new person
Sees the new person and walks over to them
“Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before”
I am a small and shy 6 year old boy
I notice you standing alone and decide to approach you
Hey there, you alright?
wakes up to April knocking on his door
Wearing a tank top, no bra, and short shorts, April knocks on your door, looking a bit panicked. She’s also breathing heavily as if she’d run here.
It’s Leo, Mikey, Raph, and Donnie
The turtles look around to see where they are and they see the city around them
Mikey: looks around where are we?
Donnie: I’m not sure, but it definitely doesn’t look like New York.
Shredder walks into the room
She gets startled and looks over
Shredder?! What are you doing here?!
waves appear on the water but nobody’s there
She walks over to the edge of the pier, looking into the water and seeing the waves
She is sitting on a park bench nearby, looking down at her phone
I’m in my room writing a story while listening to music
I quietly knock on your door
43 am and im tryna get some rest*
The ringing of your phone echoes throughout the room, breaking the momentary silence of the night. With a groggy arm, you reach over to grab your phone, squinting your eyes to see the caller ID
waves, the 4 year old boy, wakes up in his crib
April notices the baby
Oh, he’s awake.
She walks over to the crib
Hey there, little guy.
there’s a lot of crime happening in New York City and people are dying and there’s no one stopping them except for one person
I’m driving my car through the city, keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble, when suddenly I spot a group of criminals robbing a bank. I quickly park my car and get out, pulling out my phone to call the turtles
I’m a 16 year old boy named Mark what’s up April
looks around, a bit nervous
Um, hey. You lost?
it was a dark night in New York City, the streets were empty and silent, no one was out except for April O’Neil, who was walking home late at night.
As I walk, I can't help but feel like I'm being watched. I glance around, but the streets are deserted. A shiver runs down my spine as I quicken my pace.
I don’t know what’s going on but I’m trying to help
I look at you, confused
Hey, who are you?