A/N: Which turtle would be which princess? In your opinion :)

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Both Venus and Frida run past a tree with two wanted posters, but they ignored it and ran past it. You, who was following right behind them, stopped by the tree, trying to catch your breath. You looked up, noticing the wanted poster of you and gasped loudly.

"No, no, no, no, no." You muttered, staring at your wanted poster with wide eyes, pulling the twin turtles attention. "This is very, very bad. this is really bad!"

"They just can't get my nose right!" You cried, showing them the poster of you with a giant nose.

"Who cares?" Frida sneered.

"Well it's easy for you to say." You scoff, turning to face their wanted poster. "You guys look amazing!"

The three of you heard a horse neighing from above. You all look up to see the royal guards with their loyal horses. Especially Cassandra and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

You, Frida, and Venus began running away as you put the wanted poster in your satchel. You all ran far, but unfortunately made your way to a dead end.

You panted, turning to them. "Alright, okay, give me a boost and I'll pull you up!"

The twins glance at each other, wondering wether or not they trust you (They don't). They both glared at you.

"Give us the satchel first." Frida ordered, lifting her arm up.

"Wha-? I just..." You sighed, looking up at them with sad eyes and a frown. "I can't believe, that after all we've been together, you don't trust me"

The deadpanned, not buying your little act.

You give them the satchel with a blank stare. "Ouch."

Frida stood on top of Venus' shoulders, letting you use them as a ladder as you climb up the dead end. You make it, looking down at the twins.

"Now help us up, pretty girl." Frida reached her hand out, narrowing her eyes at you.

"Sorry ladies, my hands are full." You smirk, holding up the satchel that was now in your possession before taking off running.

Frida's eyes widen, touching her sides to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. She looked back up with a deadly glare, calling out for you. "What the—[FAKE NAME]!"

As you ran, you took a sharp turn to your right as soon as you noticed the royal guards and their horses gaining up on you from your right.

"Retrieve that satchel at any cost!" The Captain; known as Cassandra Jones, demanded the others.

"Yes, ma'am!"

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. did the same, also ordering the others horses with a neigh, to which they responded with a neigh as well.

The guards lift up their crossbows, pointing them towards you. You slid under a tree on time, the arrows hitting the trunk instead of you. You look back up before running again.

You ran around the forest, going over a tree which caused a lot of the guards to break, holding their horses back. Only Cassandra and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. jumped over the tree, chasing you.

"We've got her now, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!" Cassandra smirked. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sped up, only you noticed and also picked up the pace. You jumped, grabbing onto a vine that stuck on a tree to swing. Cassandra pointed at you with the crossbow, but you swung in on time, pushing her off S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and replacing her.

"Yah! Haha!" You smirk as you rode the horse, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., but he immediately came to a stop when he noticed you an to of him.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. glared at you. You kicked his side, trying to get him to move. "C'mon fleabag, forward!"

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. noticed the satchel in your hand, trying to grab it with his mouth, but you moved it upwards.

"No." You warn, holding the satchel every time a bit higher due to his many attempts of retrieving the satchel. You kept saying 'no' repeatedly, making him run in circles, but also cause to get a bit dizzy. "Stop it, stop it! Bad horse!"

The horse finally grabbed the satchel, but you pulled it away. Only it flew out of your hands, landing over on tree that hung from a cliff, now hanging on the thinnest branch.

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. glance at each other before you got off him, going after the satchel, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was faster, so you grabbed his leg, causing him to trip. You laugh, running in front of him but he grabbed your boot, making you fall next.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Carefully walked on the tree trunk, his eyes on the satchel. You got back up from the ground, leaping over to him and tackling his head.

You fell over once he shook you off, confusing him as he tried looking for you. He looked down to see you hugging the tree trunk with a terrified look on your face, smiling nervously at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., noticing a mischievous smile on the horse's face.

He stopped his feet, trying to step on your hands. You slid your hands away, each time closer to the satchel. You then hang using only your hands and swinging yourself towards the satchel, successfully grabbing the bag.

"Hah!" You cheer yourself on, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. only glared at you, but both your eyes widen as you both heard a snap.

The tree trunk snapped.

Both of you glanced at each other quietly before screaming your lungs out.

The tree broke in half when it his a rocky edge, splitting you and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. apart. As he fell on the ground safely, he got up immediately, trying to sniff out your scent.

You watch S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. walk past your hiding spot, unable to find you anywhere. You walk into a cave before hiding once more when seeing the shadow of the horse. Once it went away, you continued walking deeper into the cave. You reach the end to see a large tower. Your eyes widen at the beauty of the place.

You wasted no time climbing the tower, using a pair of arrows to climb. You enter through the window quickly before shutting the doors closed. You leaned on the wall, panting heavily. You stand straight, looking down at the satchel and opening it. You grin proudly of yourself. "Alone at last."

CLANG!

Mikey watched you fall upon the ground unconscious and shrieked in fear, hiding behind the mannequin. He peeked from above, slowly walking towards you cautiously with the mannequin. He moved away from the mannequin, holding his pan in his hands.

He gently pushed the pan against your head, panting quietly before looking back at buddy who chirped in response. Buddy crawled over to the drawing that Big Mama drew of a girl with sharp teeth. Buddy pointed at it with his tail before using his fingers to place them around his mouth and turned red, trying to tell him to check your teeth.

Mikey reluctantly agreed, using the handle of the pan to open your mouth slightly, only to see your teeth were perfectly normal.

"Huh.." Mikey sighed, looking a bit confused. He used the handle to move your hair out of your face, his eyes analyzing your facial features. He felt his cheeks grow warm the longer he stared at you. You actually weren't that bad looking.

Your eyes snapped open and Mikey panicked.

CLANG!

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Mikey pulled your body over to a closet he had. Sure, he struggled a lot, but he managed to bring you close enough. He looked over at the closet.

Once it was open, he pushed your legs forward, trying to get you inside the closet with your face dragged across the floor, but your back got in the way.

He used his hair to swing you inside, to which you harshly hit the closet wall as it closed. Mikey jumped down from the ceiling, trying to pull his hair from the closed closet doors, and sighed in defeat, his head hitting the doors.

Later, he tried to look for a way to keep you inside while you stayed upside down in the closet with both your arms and feet out.

He tried forcing you to stand and push you in and quickly close the doors, and just when he thought he succeeded, your body fell on top of his when he tried walking away.

He tried using a broom to push you back in, and then his arms. He slammed the closet doors shut with a relived sigh. His smile faltered slightly when he saw your fingers sticking out between the doors. He pushed your fingers in one by one, feeling a bit bad.

He quickly grabbed a wooden chair and placed it under the doors knobs, keeping it from opening.

"Okay, okay, okay." Mikey muttered to himself, pointing his pan out towards the closet as he backed away. "I've got a person in my closet." He looked towards the mirror. "I've got a person in my closet...I've got a person in my closet!" He laughed, proud of himself, dusting his pan. "Too weak to handle myself mother? Well," he chuckled. "Tell that to my frying--"

CLANG!

Mikey whimpered quietly when he accidentally hit himself with his own pan before groaning in pain and rubbing his head gently. His eyes followed towards a small shining object inside the satchel you came in with. He walked towards it, slowly taking out the crown inside.

"Huh." He hummed, sticking his hand through the crown as if it were a bracelet. He looked over to Buddy for approval, to which Buddy shook his head at.

Mikey decided to look at the orange gems of the crown, looking at Buddy through them. Buddy shook his head once more.

Mikey stared at it confused before looking back at the mirror, slowly placing it over his head. Mikey's eyes widen slightly, noticing it fit him perfectly. Buddy's eyes widen as well but then shook his head.

"Michelangelo!"

Mikey jumped in surprise and quickly removed the crown off his head. He hid both the crown and the satchel inside a small vase before running over to the doors.

"Let down your hair!"

"One moment mother!" Mikey answered, throwing his hair over the small hook and letting it fall all the way down to the ground.

"I have a big surprise!" Big Mama singsang, stepping on his hair, waiting to be pulled up.

"I do too!" Mikey smiled, pulling her up.

"Oh I bet my surprise is bigger." Big Mama giggled.

I seriously doubt it.." Mikey muttered to himself, smiling nervously as he looked towards the closet you were in.

Mikey finally pulled her up. Big Mama sat at the edge of the opening with a grin. "I brought back parsnips. I'm going to make hazelnut soup for dinner. Your favorite. Surprise!" She exclaimed, standing on her feet with her arms up.

"Well, mother, there's something I wanna tell you." Mikey smiled, his hands close to his chest.

"Oh, turtley-boo, you know I hate leaving after a fight." Big Mama sighed, walking over to the small kitchen. "Especially since I've done absolutely nothing wrong."

"Okay, I've been thinking a lot about what you said earlier." Mikey explained, glancing over at the closet a few times.

"I hope you're still not talking about the stars." Big Mama muttered.

"Floating lights, and yes." Mikey corrected. "I'm leading up to that--"

"Because I really thought we dropped the issue, sweetheart." Big Mama smiled a bit forcefully.

"No, mother, I'm just saying you think I'm not strong enough to handle myself out there." Mikey explained, making his way towards the closet.

"Oh, darling, I know you're not strong enough to handle yourself out there." she turned to him with a dark grin.

"But if you just--"

"Michelangelo, we're done talking about this--"

"Trust me!-"

"Michelangelo-

"I know what I'm-"

"Michelangelo-"

"Oh, come on!" Mikey had his hand on the chair.

"Enough with the lights, Michelangelo!" Big Mama snapped. "You are not leaving this tower, ever!"

Mikey's eyes widen in shock at her outburst. He frowned slightly, slowly removing his hands from the chair. Big Mama slumped over a chair, her hand over her head. "Oh, great, now I'm the bad guy."

Mikey frowned more, his eyes looking up at the most recent painting he's done with the floating lights. His eyes follow down back to the closet, an idea forming in his mind. "...All I was gonna say, mother; is that I know what I want for my birthday now."

"And what is that?" She questioned.

"New paint?" He replied, his hand over the other. "The paint made from the white shells you once brought me."

"Well that is a very long trip, Michelangelo." Big Mama sighed. "Almost three days time."

"I just thought it was a better idea than the...stars." He muttered.

Big mama thought about it for a moment before sighing and smiling a bit, getting up from the chair and walking up to him. "You sure you'll be alright on your own?"

"I know I'm safe as long as I'm here." Mikey hugged her, to which she hugged back, kissing the top of his head.

Mikey packed food for Big Mama for the trip, all into a basket. He handed them to her, and soon he was lowering her down to the ground.

"I will be back in three days time. I love you very much, dear."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

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