TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios

A Second Encounter: Michelangelo

Michelangelo's POV

"Dude! I'm scared!" I whispered into my microphone.

"Okay," I heard Donnie say on the other end. "We're looking at a classic Stage Two Scenario. They're moving in on you! Get ready!"

My heart was pounding against my chest as my eyes wandered about the room, frantically searching for any means of escape.

"I'm all alone.. I need Raph! I'm not ready for this!" I cried out.

"The thermals are giving me two to your north and a two-by-two formation to your northwest." He replied, ignoring my cries for help.

"I can't see a thing, dude. I need backup this time, man! Backuuuup!" I shouted out in the form of a whisper.

"Initiate Plan Omega!" Donnie ordered. "I repeat, Plan Omega is a go! Go! Go! Go! Go!"

I swung around my foam nunchucks as kids came running at me. "Who wants a balloon animal?" In a matter of seconds, kids were screaming and tackling me as they beat me with their foam nunchucks.

I raised my hands to keep them from hitting me in the face. "Oh, just let me hit 'em back once, Donnie!"

"Nononono! No ninja tactics! This could lose our permit!"

As quickly as they came, they ran off into the other room, leaving me cower away in my suffering. I heard Donnie ask if the children were still around, but all I could do was I whine in pain, clutching my stomach and rolling on my side.

Instead of paying me extra like the last person, the birthday boy's mom offered me extra cake for the road. I accepted it and took the original amount of money I was getting paid, waving goodbye to the kids as I left. I made my way to my van that was parked up front, opening the doors in the back.

"Donnie, how did these kids get so violent?" I whispered into the microphone.

"I think it has something to do with cartoons."

I ripped off the fake zipper on my plastron and threw it in the pile of pizza boxes and soda cans strewn about the back of the van. I then took off my fake turtle head and breathed in the fresh air. The breeze picked up and blew the tails of my mask over my eyes as I climbed into the back of the van and shut the doors. I dumped my turtle head costume in the backseat and hopped behind the wheel before speeding down the road.

"Don, you ever feel like you're meant for more? To do more? You see, everyday it's the same thing: wake up, birthday party gigs, say 'dude' a lot, drive home, watch tv, train, rinse, repeat." I said, looking into the camera above my rear view mirror.

Don sighed. "Yeah, I know. Isn't it great?"

I rolled my eyes. "Alls I'm sayin', Donnie, is that no one would notice if you did one of these gigs every now and again." I pointed out. I stared at the road in front of me, waiting for the stoplight to switch to green.

"Where is your Cowabunga Carl head?!" I heard Donnie yell, snapping me out of my daze.

"Dude, it's a turtle head on my turtle head! I think we'll be okay." I said exasperated.

"Uh oh." I heard him say on the other end.

I peaked over my shoulder and saw a man in the car next to me staring. "Aw, nuts!"

"You're doing the face thing, right?"

I groaned. "Yes, sir." I said through gritted teeth. I think sat up straight and plastered a big toothy grin on my face, keeping my eyes wide open as I turned to the guy and waved.