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Casey had been thrown into the portal less than 25 minutes ago, and they already felt they had failed. They had found Commander April, only to be knocked out and tied up. He had been trying to explain that he was from the future, and they had not believed him until he brought up the Krang. Now free from the binds he was able to get a good look at his. “Family.”
Dad, Sensei was a little taller than him, about 16 and extremely flamboyant. Something Casey would have been yelled at for doing. He was a lot skinnier than his..future self. Casey still believed he was the key to the world's success.
Uncle Mikey was definitely more bubbly than his future counterpart. He radiated sunshine, and was much more open. Casey wondered what happened to make him change into the quiet, tired Mystic Master he became. He also did not have hair, which threw Casey off.
Uncle Tello, wow, it had been 3 years since he saw him, Looked much healthier and…angry? He must have been very upset over the whole Casey having his tech thing. He was given it for his birthday, but it was still Uncle Tello tech. He also seemed more reserved and less open than Casey remembered. But he also didn’t have the same sad look in his eyes, one that Casey felt everytime he looked at him.
Commander Raphala, who Casey met as a toddler, looked a little different from what he had imagined. She was smaller, and seemed much more frustrated. He was always told she was the strongest and kindest of the four, but she seemed more displeased and annoyed. Maybe that was just the mood she was in.
Commander O’Neil was exactly the same, and just lacked the scars the war had given her over time. Splinter was, like all the stories, a rat. Maybe it was weird that was the only thing Casey really remembered being told about him, but he never was brought up much. He wondered if Shelldon was here. A year after Uncle Tellos death he had been shut down so they could have a working generator, it would be nice to see him again.
Find the Key. Stop the Krang.
Right, Casey couldn't get distracted. He needed to complete his mission.
“Mad Dogz, roll out!” Raphala rawrd. They made their way out the sewers, and back into the city. Casey flinched as he made his way up the towers, he wasn’t used to the sound. He felt exposed, like he could be attacked any minute. But he was not going to be the reason they failed.
They made their way to where the Foot Clan were setting up the ceremony, Casey hoped they were not too late. The leader started to monologue about how the Krang would bring glory and-
“Borrrring!” Casey turned to see Leo looking down at the enemy with a confident sneer Why had he given up their position? Was this an old attack strategy?
“Don’t let them interfere!” Shouted the Foot General. They dove in, Casey worried, now, could they even make it in time?
Out of the dark rushed a cloaked figure. They rushed towards without warning to the Foot Clan leader, kicking him straight in the gut, catching the key as it flung from the enemy's hand. They held up and then stuffed it into an old spiderman backpack. They looked up, Casey now seeing their eyes. They were Yellow, with slitted black obsidian pupils. They made Case want to run away, and run up and hug. The figure then began to retreat into the darkness.
Mikey was the one to call it out, “They got the Key!” All heads turned, the Mad Dogz now chasing the figure. They were fast, but the backpack was easy to follow. Casey wondered who would want to steal the key besides the Foot? He was sure from the stories it was the Foot and not someone else.
The figure acted like they barely knew the city. Sorta like Casey, they kept almost bumping into things and changing directions, even backtracking. It was thanks to that backtracking that they were able to corner them. Pushing them into a back alley. Mikey guarding above and the other four blocking the way out. The figure then put their hand up in defeat.
That was too easy, no way an enemy would give up that fast.
The figure then spoke,
“I guess confrontation is unavoidable now. This is going to be a lot to explain.” They pulled their mask down to reveal a turtle. They wore a turquoise bandana, and had purple blocky splotches across their right eye and neck.
They then looked at Casey in surprise. “Casey?”
The boy from the future then dropped his hockey stick. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he had been eight when he died. Tears welled up in Casey's eyes as he rushed forward.
“EZ!”