《Rottmnt2018 meets Tmnt2012》Chapter 1: A cracked Odachi.
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(W/N: It's the Rottmnt/Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles Universe.)
As the four turtle brothers chased after the gang of goons. It was big Mama with her deadly invention and weapons. Donatello was already tracking her and trying to hack the system,. While with Mikey, Raph and Leo they were making up a plan.
"LEO! COULD YOU TELEPORT INSIDE THE VAN?"
"Yeah! Suree. Definitely wasn't about to do that, LEADER!"
"Just do what your told Leo!"
"What about me Raph?!"
"Try to block their way while Don is hacking!-"
"GUYS! IT'S NOT A BOOK CLUB NOW HURRY UP!"
They all nodded and did their parts. Leo used his odachi and teleport to Big Mama.
"Hello my lady."
"Ah.. Just the turtle I wanted to see.."
"Hehe.. what?"
Before he could react, Big Mama grabbed on the Katana and try to snatch it. Leo resist and try to grab his katana back. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.
"GIVE IT TO ME! LET BIG MAMA HAVE IT!"
"NEVER! NOW GIVE BACK MY SWORD!"
"IT'S A ODACHI!"
"ODACHI! WHATEVER! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH IT!?"
"To do my evil bidding dear.NOW LET GO!"
"NOOOO!" Before Leo was about to win his Katana back until Mikey's Kusari-Fundo accidentally smash the glass and hit on Leos Odachi. Leo was shocked and even Big Mama.
"LEO! GET OUT OF THERE!"
"Seeya later!" As Leo teleported out he fell backwards and when he fell it was like a teleportation warp but he saw a orange bandana turtle there eating his pizza. Leo was confused until he fell.
Mikeys POV:
"Where's Leo?"
"I don't know. DONNIE!-"
"Uh huh. Yea?"
"Can you see Leo anywhere?"
"Uh guys.."
"I DON'T KNOW! PROBABLY HE WOULD FALL OUT OF THE SKY!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
OOOF!
Mikey looked at the lying turtles. Even Raph looked at them.
"Never mind... Ow."
"Sorry Don but you do make a good pillow."
"No time to mock around! Get up and lets head back to the lair-" Mikey was questionable at Raphs gaze. So he followed where Raph's looking at. It was Leos odachi and it got cracked a little.
"Is it suppose to crack?"
*WHOOSH* SLAM!
Donnie Pov:
"What? At least we could use Mikey as a testing target!"
"That's mean."
"Softy."
"Idiot."
*WHOOSH WHOOSH* SLAM!SLAM!
"Add two more."
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