Alright! This dream had started out great, and Casey'd gotten used to making himself comfy in odd situations given the invasion, aftermath, and his vigilante'ing. Not that his dreams were usually as vivid as his life had been, all things considered.
A hockey-puck with fire-cracker tied to it went flying with a loud crack, fuse sizzling. Followed by another, and another, as Casey aimed smirked behind his hockey-mask at the swarm of foot-bots. "Hah!" Mocking in the tone, higher pitched before he lowered-his voice dramatically. "Evil Robo-ninjas, round 2! You guys haven't got a chance..."
A combination of the explosive pucks, and his usual manic fighting style with his hockey-stick and baseball bat, and Casey was enjoying this dream. The adrenaline rush, the fight, the fact that he was winning... Best of all? Proving he was doing what he was meant to do!
Hockey-stick over his shoulder, satisfied smirk at the pile of robot-pieces, and the teenager was turning to move on through the sewers on his way to the lair. A sucker-punch from the shadows, catching him harshly on the cheek and he went flying. Hitting the wall behind him, as that had hurt, stick torn from his grasp. His vision swam for a bit as eyes scanned his surroundings. Drawing his baseball bat and getting shakily to his feet.
The sewers had darkened, where before it had felt brighter, and Casey didn't see anything at first. Until a shape resolved itself, faint outline reminiscent, with ears and posture alert, whiskers twitching. Eyes opening, white in the darkness, followed a moment more by four more pairs of eyes in silhouette.
"Master Splinter..." Casey breathed, dropping the tense posture. Whoever'd sucker punched him was in trouble now... "Everything alright?" Asking as the tall humanoid-rat-mutant clad in dark red-kimono stepped further out of the shadows. Red-brown eyes narrowed, displeasure clear in the figure.
"Go Away."
Casey's eyes widened. Huh? Echoing his confusion, before the ninja master clarified. "You are no longer welcome." Snarled out, as Casey backed up against the wall as Splinter advanced towards him. Out from the shadows, the other owners of the eyes resolved into 4 humanoid-turtles wearing different colored masks around their eyes, bearing padding on their bodies at various point. Casey tried to peek around, looking for support, trying to make sense of things.
The one in orange, Mikey just shook his head sadly and turned away. Leo, in blue, simply closed his eyes and looked resigned. Donnie smirked in a very unfriendly way, ties of his purple mask shifting with his head almost mockingly. Raph, Casey's best friend of the 4, the one he'd fought with, related to, was glaring murder at him. That hurt, and Casey's eyes widened more. Biting his lip under his Hockey-mask, then flipping it up as his attention was given to Splinter.
"I don't understand, Master Splinter, Raph..." A snarl from the turtle in red, menacing and angrier than Casey'd ever heard. "Yame!" Splinter responded sharply in Japanese, eyes narrowing and spearing Casey where he was trapped. Seemingly taller than ever, and Casey felt a twinge of his phobia. "You are done." Finality to the tone, and the humanoid-rat lunged at Casey, as he threw up his hands in futile-protection."
Casey woke up with a start, bolting up and then twisting, almost falling out of his bed. That wasn't how his dreams usually went. Not even his nightmares were like that, usually. Reaching up to scrub his hand down his face, and wincing. "Ow...what the?" Hesitantly probing at his face, and he could feel a bruise where he'd been punched in the dream. What the heck?"
Sleep was definitely not happening again, so he might as well go exploring. Maybe some skating would clear his head. Carefully, as his body ached in a way it hadn't since he'd first met and fought with Raphael before they'd been friends, he dressed in his vigilante gear. Hockey-mask up, roller-blades down, and moving through the halls as he tried to forget the weird nightmare.
2.Things in the dark
One thing that Casey was definitely enjoying was all the space and epic hallways to skate in. Almost as good as the rooftops of New York, and without his chance of falling off. It'd be even better if Mikey were around, and Casey kind of wished for him or Raph to be there. Especially after the dream he'd had.
Skidding around a corner and rebounding off a wall as he kept going, a Woohoo! echoing with him as he flipped over a desk, landing with a clatter but on his feet. Then something caught his eye, and he turned, skidding to a stop. Turning around fully, and carefully heading towards the corner he'd seen something move. Pulling out his baseball bat, and poking in the shadow--nothing there.
Odd, and a flash of red, with a paddle tail moving, caught his eye again. Whipping around behind him, bat held ready. "Last time I met you things, you got your butt kicked." Well, ok--the dream beavers had been the size of small plush toys. But they'd left for another dimension anyways! What the hell would they be doing here in the giant Library?
Multiple-prompts
Alright! This dream had started out great, and Casey'd gotten used to making himself comfy in odd situations given the invasion, aftermath, and his vigilante'ing. Not that his dreams were usually as vivid as his life had been, all things considered.
A hockey-puck with fire-cracker tied to it went flying with a loud crack, fuse sizzling. Followed by another, and another, as Casey aimed smirked behind his hockey-mask at the swarm of foot-bots. "Hah!" Mocking in the tone, higher pitched before he lowered-his voice dramatically. "Evil Robo-ninjas, round 2! You guys haven't got a chance..."
A combination of the explosive pucks, and his usual manic fighting style with his hockey-stick and baseball bat, and Casey was enjoying this dream. The adrenaline rush, the fight, the fact that he was winning... Best of all? Proving he was doing what he was meant to do!
Hockey-stick over his shoulder, satisfied smirk at the pile of robot-pieces, and the teenager was turning to move on through the sewers on his way to the lair. A sucker-punch from the shadows, catching him harshly on the cheek and he went flying. Hitting the wall behind him, as that had hurt, stick torn from his grasp. His vision swam for a bit as eyes scanned his surroundings. Drawing his baseball bat and getting shakily to his feet.
The sewers had darkened, where before it had felt brighter, and Casey didn't see anything at first. Until a shape resolved itself, faint outline reminiscent, with ears and posture alert, whiskers twitching. Eyes opening, white in the darkness, followed a moment more by four more pairs of eyes in silhouette.
"Master Splinter..." Casey breathed, dropping the tense posture. Whoever'd sucker punched him was in trouble now... "Everything alright?" Asking as the tall humanoid-rat-mutant clad in dark red-kimono stepped further out of the shadows. Red-brown eyes narrowed, displeasure clear in the figure.
"Go Away."
Casey's eyes widened. Huh? Echoing his confusion, before the ninja master clarified. "You are no longer welcome." Snarled out, as Casey backed up against the wall as Splinter advanced towards him. Out from the shadows, the other owners of the eyes resolved into 4 humanoid-turtles wearing different colored masks around their eyes, bearing padding on their bodies at various point. Casey tried to peek around, looking for support, trying to make sense of things.
The one in orange, Mikey just shook his head sadly and turned away. Leo, in blue, simply closed his eyes and looked resigned. Donnie smirked in a very unfriendly way, ties of his purple mask shifting with his head almost mockingly. Raph, Casey's best friend of the 4, the one he'd fought with, related to, was glaring murder at him. That hurt, and Casey's eyes widened more. Biting his lip under his Hockey-mask, then flipping it up as his attention was given to Splinter.
"I don't understand, Master Splinter, Raph..." A snarl from the turtle in red, menacing and angrier than Casey'd ever heard. "Yame!" Splinter responded sharply in Japanese, eyes narrowing and spearing Casey where he was trapped. Seemingly taller than ever, and Casey felt a twinge of his phobia. "You are done." Finality to the tone, and the humanoid-rat lunged at Casey, as he threw up his hands in futile-protection."
Casey woke up with a start, bolting up and then twisting, almost falling out of his bed. That wasn't how his dreams usually went. Not even his nightmares were like that, usually. Reaching up to scrub his hand down his face, and wincing. "Ow...what the?" Hesitantly probing at his face, and he could feel a bruise where he'd been punched in the dream. What the heck?"
Sleep was definitely not happening again, so he might as well go exploring. Maybe some skating would clear his head. Carefully, as his body ached in a way it hadn't since he'd first met and fought with Raphael before they'd been friends, he dressed in his vigilante gear. Hockey-mask up, roller-blades down, and moving through the halls as he tried to forget the weird nightmare.
2.Things in the dark
One thing that Casey was definitely enjoying was all the space and epic hallways to skate in. Almost as good as the rooftops of New York, and without his chance of falling off. It'd be even better if Mikey were around, and Casey kind of wished for him or Raph to be there. Especially after the dream he'd had.
Skidding around a corner and rebounding off a wall as he kept going, a Woohoo! echoing with him as he flipped over a desk, landing with a clatter but on his feet. Then something caught his eye, and he turned, skidding to a stop. Turning around fully, and carefully heading towards the corner he'd seen something move. Pulling out his baseball bat, and poking in the shadow--nothing there.
Odd, and a flash of red, with a paddle tail moving, caught his eye again. Whipping around behind him, bat held ready. "Last time I met you things, you got your butt kicked." Well, ok--the dream beavers had been the size of small plush toys. But they'd left for another dimension anyways! What the hell would they be doing here in the giant Library?