Disclaimers: Not mine… poop…

Author Notes: I was sitting in class during break talking to the girl on my right about a Halloween party and realized that I have never done a Halloween centered fanfic. Nor a fic for the horror genre. Within the next ten minutes I was busily working on this idea and completely ignoring what the professor was saying as the lecture began again. Oops.

Anyway enjoy my somewhat pitiful attempt at horror/suspense (because it's honestly more creepy than horrifying I think) and some Mikey whumpage. This story was somewhat inspired by the game Slender which nearly gave me a heart attack on several occasions (if you've played this game you know what I mean).

Anyway, on to the fic, the poem in the beginning is called Wonderland and its one of the better poems I have ever written.

Wonderland

Chapter One

When the cold wind blows,

When the silent bell tolls,

When the shadows do stretch,

Do not my parents you go and fetch,

I'm off to Wonderland!

"MICHELANGELO!"

"It wasn't me!" Mikey responded automatically as he half jumped off the couch, hitting the pause button on the controller as he tried to remember if he had done anything to piss off any of his brothers. He couldn't think of anything but, judging by the way Raphael was stomping over to him, it had to have been epic. Raph only turned as red as his bandana when it was epic.

He was sorely disappointed he couldn't remember what it was he had apparently done.

Regardless if he remembered what it was or not, Raph apparently knew exactly what had happened. It would be best to play things safe. Plastering the most innocent look on his face as possible, Mikey beamed up at his older brother as he loomed over the back of the couch and glared down at him. "Raphie, my dearest, big, older brother!" Mikey gushed in a sugary sweet voice not missing the twitch on Raphael's forehead. Yup, he was steamed about something. "What can I do for you?"

"You can explain what happened to these!" Raphael snarled as he held something up into view over the back of the couch. Oh right, Raph's sais. And they were still pink. Frag it. "I uh… I was trying to clean them?" he squeaked, shrinking down into the couch cushions as if they could protect him.

"Oh right," Raph gestured angrily at the paused game screen on the television and controller still sitting guiltily in his hands. "You look like you were working so hard."

"Well this level is kind of hard and I was waiting for the-"

"Mikey! 'Cleaning weapons' does not mean put them through the dishwasher!"

When put that way, Mikey had to admit that sounded like a rather stupid idea. "How was I supposed to know that?"

Raphael's enraged face went deceptively plaid. "You're dead."

Mikey shrieked and jumped off the couch, absent mindedly tossing the controller up in his haste to get away from his brother. He was more preoccupied not getting tangled in the controller cable and didn't notice that the tossed controller struck Raphael in the center of his forehead as he lunged over the back of the couch at his target. It wasn't enough to actually hurt him but it did damage his pride as Raphael was thrown off balance.

Mikey was more than half way across the living room when he realized that he was no longer being chased by his older brother. Risking a glance back, he could just make out his brother's feet on the back of the couch while his head and shoulders were under the coffee table. Raphael was shifting about, trying not to flip the coffee table and everything on it onto the floor. He could hear the growling from Raph and decided that it would probably be in his best interest to not be there when he finally lost his temper and just stood up. Mikey didn't want to be in the same shape as that coffee table was soon going to be.

He vaulted up onto the second floor, causally waving at Donnie who had just left the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee and looking perplexed at the sight of Raph's feet on the back of the couch. Tapping lightly on the appropriate door, Mikey shifted back and forth impatiently until it occupant bayed him to enter. He opened the door only enough to peek his head through and beamed at his older brother looking at him placidly. Incense hung heavy in the air of the room and the single candle sitting in front of his brother was the only light source. Leonardo was still sitting in the lotus position, waiting patiently for whatever Michelangelo had stuck his head in for.

"Hey, Leo, sorry to interrupt your meditation hour but I was wondering if I could go trick or treating?" Mikey said internally cheering. Leo was likely to say 'yes' to just get him to leave and let him finish meditating without a distraction.

"Why do you want to go trick or treating?" Leo asked, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion as he regarded his youngest sibling.

Mikey internally winced but was able to keep his face empty of all guilt, "We never got a chance to do it when we were kids and I was watching a movie where they went trick or treating and it looked like fun. I don't think I have to worry about being chased by witches that want to eat me so it can't be that bad."

Leo raise and eye ridge at that. "Okay, and what are you going to go as?"

Michelangelo opened the door more and gestured at himself. "I'm already in costume, it's an original too. No one has ever gone as a teenage mutant ninja turtle before."

His answer was given with a frown, "There are too many enemies that know wh-"

"But Leo," Mikey interrupted him. He could hear Donnie downstairs asking Raph what he was doing. He was running out of time. "They won't attack me out in public, there would be too many witnesses. Besides I'll have my cell shell on, I'll call if I need help."

Leonardo looked torn for a moment before sighing, "Did you ask Master Splinter?"

"Nnnooooo…" shell, he did not want to go back downstairs.

"Fine."

"Leo I- Wait what?" Mikey said confused.

"I said fine," Leonardo smiled at him before he voice turned into that of a leader rather than an old brother. "But you will stay out of trouble and if you do happen to get into trouble then you will call immediately."

"Of cour-"

"And if you break your promise I get to take all your game systems for a month."

"What?!"

"Think of it as incentive to not misbehave."

"You don't threaten to take Donnie's wrenches when he goes to the junkyard alone! And I even asked!"

"Donatello also doesn't have a habit of getting into trouble like you and Raph do."

"Yeah but-" Michelangelo's argument broke off when there was a roar of anger followed by the sounds of breaking glass and furniture from the living room.

"Raph!" Donnie yelled but it was all but drowned out by the roar from Raph.

"MICHELANGELO!"

"Okay, Leo! I agree! I'll be good and stay out of trouble! Bye now!" Mikey said in a rush to his startled brother before ducking back out of the door and slamming it shut. He made it to the lair's door and out it before Rapheal had even reached the first step on the stairs. He sprinted into the relative safety of the seemingly endlessly winding tunnels of the sewers.

He may have been screamed like a little girl as he went.

-Break-

Mikey continued to jog through the sewers, moving silently as he listened closely for any sound of pursuit. Raph had continued to chase him for a while but Mikey was a lot faster than he was. He was pretty sure he lost his brother back near the Second Street run off and by the time he got back, Raph should be fast asleep.

Hopefully.

Mikey decided not to dwell on what could be. He had already forgotten the whole reason why Raphael had wanted to pummel him this time. Instead he began to think of what he could do. While he did plan on trying to trick or treat, he also knew that there were several high school parties that night and some kind of haunted house down near the 'burbs. He really didn't want to go that far though. He wondered if the skate park was going to be open late but realized he had forgotten his board. Oh well…He was not going back to get it anytime soon.

Sighing, Mikey rested his hands on the top of his head as he walked through the sewers heading towards one of the more residential parts of the city. While the thoughts of going to a party, playing on his skateboard or going to a haunted house all sounded like a fun, it wasn't the real reason he was out here. It was Halloween, the time of year that people gave away free candy if you showed up at their door in a costume. He had the costume no sweat. Now he just needed to go to a few houses, knock on a few doors and then the candy would all be his.

While he was preoccupied with his thoughts, Mikey was still keeping aware of his surroundings so he did noticed the sudden chilly draft the seemed to blow pass him. Drafts in the sewers were so common -especially when you were passing under a grate or ladder- that Mikey barely spared the time to shiver slightly and bring his arms down off their perch to rub over his biceps. He failed to realize that there was nowhere for the draft to come from. It wasn't until he thought he heard what sounded like a bell tolling did he actually start to pay more attention to his surroundings, uttering a confused noise as he focused on the sewer around him.

There was nothing.

He stayed still a few more seconds, slowly scanning the darken sewers around him but there didn't seem to be anything there. The shadows seemed to shift and move at the edges of his vision but every time he looked directly at them they stopped. He wrote it off as his eyes playing tricks on him and held his breath while he listened to stubble noises of the sewers. It was odd that he heard no drips or the squeaking of rats as they did whatever rats did in the sewers but it was more important that he didn't hear a bell tolling. Mikey shrugged and peeled back his wrist guard to look at his watch. It couldn't have been a church bell. It was only eleven eleven at night, way too early to be ringing the bell for midnight.

He blinked and looked at the watch again in disbelief. "Shell," he mumbled as he slid the wrist band back into place, it was a lot later than he had thought it was. There was a good chance that he had missed out on the all candy already. He turned, intent on getting to the surface faster, but instead of stepping on the smooth concrete floor of the sewer, Mikey nearly twisted his ankle as he stepped on the hard edge of something. He managed to pull off a semi-graceful maneuver that involved a lot of flailing limbs and his face to become intimately acquainted with one of the pipes running along the walls but he popped right back up to his feet. Rubbing at his nose, which ached, Michelangelo glanced down at what he had tripped on.

It was a music box.

He blinked at it, wondering why he hadn't noticed it when he was walking. Yeah, he really wasn't paying attention to his surroundings but there was nothing else in the tunnel even shaped like the music box. Curious, Mikey bent down and picked it up, shivering as another draft went through the tunnel.

It was a simple wooden box just slightly larger than his game guy back in the lair. It had a dark stain with slightly darker splashes all over it in what appeared to be an even darker stain. The lid had a slight indent where a bronze motif of a rhinoceros in a grassy field. One corner of the lid seemed to be dented and it marred the lower left corner of the motif but other than that the box seemed to be in perfect condition. Mikey opened the lid but no sound came out. He wasn't a techfiend like Donatello was but he could hear the small gears shift and try to move in the box. It was like something was gumming them up.

"Alexander," Mikey stiffened and quietly closed the box. There was the sound of dog whining and sniffing from over his head causing him to look up at a small grate above him in time to see a wet nose on a white snout poke through it. He didn't remember seeing that but it did explain the cold drafts he had been feeling. "Did it fall down? I don't want to lose it…" it was a little girl talking. Maybe only five or six judging by the slight lisp she had and how she emphases the first and last syllables of the dog's name.

All it took was a sniffle from the little girl for Mikey to stand up and speak loud enough for her to hear him, "Hey, it's okay. I found your music box. I can give it back to you if you want."

There was a pause before the girl spoke again, her voice quivering slightly as if unsure. "You can give me back my music box, Mr. Dark Hole?"

Mikey smiled at the girl's apparent nickname for him. "Of course I'll give you back your music box," He said mimicking her speech slightly as he emphasized the syllables in the word 'music'. "But I don't think I can hand it up to you." He couldn't get himself up high enough to even reach the grate, let alone hold it up long enough for a little girl to grab it. He glanced around for a sewer access seeing one maybe ten feet further down the tunnel. He hadn't realized that it had been there with the shifting shadows that still plague the edge of his vision from time to time. He really had to stop eating a bag of chips for dinner. "You wait one second, right there, and I'll bring it right up." He didn't remember this part of the sewer being under renovation for additional storm drains and access but that was more a Donnie thing to know anyway.

"Umm… Okay," the little girl said as Mikey walked over to the ladder and climbed up it. He paused when he reached the top and peaked out of it to make sure that the area was clear of all adults and any possible threats only to have a cold wet nose press against his cheek. He turned and faced his attacker, only to have a wet doggie tongue lick right up his face. "Alexander, that's not nice."

"No it's not," Mikey said with a laugh. "But I'll take that as a greeting any day." It was much more welcome then some of the other greetings he had gotten over his lifetime. The large white dog took a step back as he lifted the sewer cover enough to crawl out. The dog sat there, cocked his head to one side, both floppy ears perked up at him but the thumping tail assured Mikey that he wouldn't have to worry about the dog not being friendly.

"You're a turtle?" A little girl said in wonder as she stepped up alongside the white dog, grabbing at the fur on its shoulder as if to reassure herself that she was okay. Mikey had to admit she was a cute little thing with fluffy scattered bangs and two pig tail braids that went over the back of either shoulders. She had large brown doe-like eyes and she was wearing a pair of jean overalls with a long sleeve pink under shirt.

"Yup, I'm a turtle. My name's Mikey," he really didn't think that the little girl would be able to say Michelangelo. He bet her attempts would be cute. "Here's your music box."

She clapped her hands together excitedly and stepped forward to take the box as Mikey handed it to her. "Thank you, Mr. Mikey Turtle!" She didn't seem bothered by the apparent damaged and ran over to a small dark blue backpack sitting on the ground nearby, carefully tucking it inside and zipping it up. The large dog barked excitedly and jumped around her as she struggled to slide the bag up and over her shoulders.

"Do you need help?" Mikey asked after watching her struggle for a moment.

"Nope," she said happily as she finally managed to settle it on her back. She beamed up at him. "But thank you anyway, Mr. Mikey Turtle."

"You can just call me Mikey," he said glancing up and down the street. It seemed to be deserted which was odd. Even if Alexander was there to protect her, shouldn't her parents be somewhere nearby? "Where are your parents? You really shouldn't be out here alone." The street didn't look familiar and he didn't see and street signs nearby. He could have sworn he had been on every street in New York by now.

The girl looked at the ground and shifted back and forth on her feet contritely. "I wanted to prove to them I was a big girl and go to the store so I could get some candy."

Ah, she left her home without anyone knowing, that explained why she was alone. Though how she snuck a dog the size of Alexander past anyone he didn't know. The dog nearly came up to Michelangelo's waist. "You shouldn't have left the house alone, what if something happened to you?"

She looked up at him with fearful eyes and stepped closer to the dog which promptly licked her shoulder. "Alexander will protect me," she said with certainty even though her voice was trembling slightly.

"I'm sure he would," though he was just a dog and Mikey knew that to some that wasn't a real deterrent. "But you should still get home. Your parents are probably worried."

She fidgeted again before timidly walking up to him and reaching for his hand. He let her take it, frowning at her chilled skin. She was colder than he was. "Will you take me home, Mikey? I'm scared now."

One look into those wide, fearful eyes was all it took. "Of course, I can take you home." He could just say he was a trick a treater to her parents. It was technically true. Maybe he could even get some candy from them. "Where do you live?"

The fear was gone from her eyes as she excitedly pulled on his hand, "This way! I know a short cut!" Mikey let the little girl pull him along as she started down the street. "Come on, Alexander!"

The dog let out a bark and bounded after them, fur and ears flopping everywhere as he went. "What's your name anyway?" Mikey asked as they walked, wrapping his hand around her cold fingers trying to warm them. "Do you have gloves or mittens?" Holding her hand was like holding a frozen fish.

"Nope, it's too warm," It was warm out, except for that chilly breeze that was still blowing at random intervals. "I'm Anastasia Ritz but Mommy calls me Annie."

She had to say her full name slowly to pronounce it right but that just made it all the more endearing. "Anastasia is a pretty name."

She hummed, "You can call me Annie too if you want. I don't mind."

"Thank you Annie," there was movement off in the corner of his vision but when he looked all he could see was shadows. Yup, no more chips for dinner.

She began swing his arm as they went. Humming a little tune under her breath that turned into a song she softly sang, swinging his arm with more force with every step she took. "Ring-a-round a rosie. Pocket full of posies. Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!" she jumped with her feet together on the last four words as if the emphasizes them. She then repeated the processes again, continuing to sing the same verse over and over again, swinging his arm in tempo with her words.

Michelangelo wasn't sure why but after the first couple times there was just something about the way Annie was singing it and the way the street almost seemed darker than it had before that unnerved him even more. Shadows were seemingly moving on their own at the edges of his vision but every time he actually looked at them there was nothing there. The cold breeze was back but he wasn't sure if it was an actually breeze or he was just walking through the coldness. As if they were walls or something. He found himself looking from side to side and then back over his shoulder but there was never anything there that would cause him to panic. He blamed it on watching to many late night horror movies.

And the chips, he was never going to eat Doritos again at this rate.

Alexander ducked around the corner of an alley and Anastasia went to follow as she continued to sing and jump. Mikey drew her up short with a gentle tug on her hand as he stopped letting himself be pulled along. The little girl stopped singing and looked up at Michelangelo, "What's wrong, Mikey?"

"That's an alley," Mikey said looking at the much darker entrance to the alley. The street was dark and creepy enough. He didn't like the idea of going into an alley too. He knew from being ambushed in dark creepy alleys that they were bad news.

"I know," Annie said with an air of innocence's that only a five year old could muster. "It's how I got out on this street."

That wasn't a good thing for her to get used to. "Anastasia," he knelt down and turned the little girl to look at him, holding lightly onto her shoulders. "Alleys are bad news and little girls should not go in them." She looked like she was going to protest and Mikey remembered the whole reason she left her home without her parents knowledge to begin with. "No one should go in them. Shell, even I don't like going in them." There the look of denial on her face was slowly turning to worry. "And I'm a big turtle," Mikey mentally added a point to his score as the girl looked at the alley with a small sense of dread. Hopefully, this would prevent her from wandering through them at night on her own in the future. "Is there another way to get to your home from here?"

The little girl worried her hands together and she ducked her head as she focused her eyes on the ground. "I know how to get back the way I came," she said somewhat lamely. "I don't know how to get back any other way."

Mikey sighed and let go of her shoulders, sitting back more on his heels. He figured she was going to say something like that as he regarded her. Annie hunched her shoulders a little more and he heard the telltale sniff that usually preceded bawling. Oops. She probably thought that he was mad at her. "Hey it's okay," movement out of the corner of his eye had him turning his head again but it was only Alexander. The large dog padded over to his teary eyed master and nuzzled her shoulder, licking the side of her face after a moment. Now he officially felt like a heel.

"Anastasia," he tried again. "It's alright, don't cry." He reached forward and tugged her gently into his arms. She resisted slightly but completely melted against him when her forehead touched his shoulder. "Shh, it's okay, Annie. It's alright," he shushed her as he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed gentle circles on her back as she cried. Alexander sat next to them and pressed his nose against the girl's cheek. Mikey continued to hold her and whispered soothing nothing to her until she finally calmed down. Even then he waited a little while longer before saying, "Are you better now?"

"Yeah," came the small voice. Anastasia didn't try and pull away from him as she sniffled and rubbed at her nose with the back of her sleeve. "I wanna go home."

"Yeah, let's get you home," Annie had probably been missed by now. Her parents had probably already reported her missing. Great, all he would need was for the cops to be after him for questioning. He wondered how much worst this night could be. Anastasia didn't seem interested in moving so he gathered her up in his arms and stood up, cradling her against his chest as she grabbed onto the edge of his plastron. She was a lot lighter than he thought she was going to be. Alexander perked up as he began walking toward the alley, tail wagging again if a little less enthusiastically.

Michelangelo peered into the dark alley. He really didn't like this idea. "Are you sure you came this way?" he gulped nervously. He tried to figure out how a little girl had enough courage to walk into this alley to begin with. The shadows within it made the dumpster and trash can almost indistinguishable as they stood against the wall to his left. There was a fire escape on the wall on the right that was creaking slightly as if it couldn't hold up its own weight. He looked towards the far end of the alley -little more than a slightly lighter patch of darkness in the shadows- and licked his lips. There was a rustle from inside the alley but before he could panic, a chilly breeze flowed over him trailing leaves and little bits of paper in its wake.

How the frag did she managed to walk through the alley and not freak?

Alexander had padded into the darkness of the alley, a patch of white in the darkness. "Are you scared?" Annie asked him as he continued to hesitate.

"No!" his voice warbled slightly and he cleared his throat. "Of course not, I'm just trying to figure out how you walked through here. It's really dark," he mentally added that it was also insanely creepy. "I'm surprised you can see that well."

The little girl looked down the alley and then back at him. "It's not that dark," she said as if it was obvious.

"Right," he said as he sighed and edged into the alley. He really didn't like this. He just knew something bad was going to happen in the alley, it was straight out of a murder mystery. He skirted around the trash can and dumpster, keeping a wary eye on them in case something jumped out from behind or from within them. He occasionally looked over his shoulder and swore that the shadows were moving behind them. It had to be his imagination, shadows didn't move on their own. He gave the fire escape a wide berth as well, his shoulder touching the opposite wall as he past it. The fire escape really did sound like it was about to fall from its own weight. The breeze started up again and it felt like he was just thrown in a subzero cooler-

"BOO!"

"EEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!" Michelangelo nearly jumped out of his shell, jumping up and forward about six feet as he tried to get away from whatever had scared him. He stood on trembling knees and looked down at the source of his momentarily lapse of control. "That-that wasn't v-very nice…" he said in a trembling voice as Anastasia continued to giggle.

"You should have seen your face," she giggled at him. Alexander barked as if he was either laughing or agreeing. Mikey assumed it was a mixture of both.

"Okay…okay, you got me," he conceded as he walked out of the alley and onto another sidewalk. Instead of more buildings like he was expecting, Michelangelo found himself looking at a poster covered wooden fence on the opposite side of the road. Above the wooden planks, he could see the tops of tents and building as well as several rides. He was able to easily pick out the Ferris wheel and the large winding track of a roller coaster. He looked back at posters and saw a few proclaiming a travelling amusement park known as Wonderland was going to be there for the next week.

He didn't remember hearing anything about a carnival coming to town.

Anastasia wiggled in his arms to be put down and Mikey lowered her to the ground as he looked up and down the street. It was just as deserted as the previous one and oddly dark as well. There was something seriously wrong here. There weren't even any cars on this street and he didn't remember seeing any on the previous street either. There were cars all over the city streets, parking could be a nightmare in the city.

"Come on, Mikey," Annie said as she looked both ways before skipping across the street, Alexander barking next to her as he bounced alongside his owner. She barely paused as she grabbed the bottom of a plank and lifted it up and over her head as she took several steps back. The board had never been fastened on the bottom and twisted on its upper fasteners with a squeak as she lifted it. Alexander bounded through to opening, wiggling slightly to get his shoulders and hips through.

"Annie, wait," Mikey said and started towards the little girl. "Don't go in there."

"It's how I got here," she said looking over her shoulder at him. "I cut across the park."

"Annie, that's trespassing. You shouldn't be trespassing," Mikey was just short of running but it seemed to be taking forever for him to run across the road. "That's not a good habit to get into."

Anastasia opened her mouth about to say something else when Alexander barked excitedly from inside the fence. "Alexander?" she asked as he turned towards the opening taking a step forward and causing a lump of dread to land squarely in Michelangelo's stomach. "What did you find, Alexander?"

"Anastasia, DON'T!" he yelled and broke into a run even as the little girl slipped through the hole in the fence. The banging of the board settling back into place as it bounced off its lower support reminded Mikey of a chiming bell as it grew quieter with each hit. "Anastasia, come back here!"

The barking had changed in pitch, becoming much more dangerous and agitated than before.

Then Anastasia screamed.

He finally reached the far side of the street. "Anastasia!" he nearly bellowed in a halfway decent impression of Rapheal as he ran right up the side of the fence and vaulted over the top. He landed lightly on the ground. His eyes searching for both the dog and child, but all he saw were the backs of tents and a few boxes stacked neatly here and there. Guide lines ran from the corners of the tents and tapped into the grass covered ground. A barely noticeable fog hovered about a foot above the grass as it clung close to the earth. It was almost as creepy as the street but not as creepy as the sudden silence that surrounded him.

"Anastasia? Alexander?" He turned his head this way and that trying to hear better. "Where are you? Come on, this isn't funny." There was still no noise from either of them and Mikey found himself reaching to touch his nunchucks. Something was very wrong.

"Anastasia. Alexander." He started towards a gap between two tents, his training settling in, allowing him to move silently across the ground. "Can you hear me?" It also helped him to steady his nerves somewhat and he was ready for anything as he reached the aisle on the other side of the lines of tents.

He scanned the empty corridor slowly looking for any signs of an ambush or for any signs of the child and her dog. Nothing. He was looking into an aisle of carnival games. The various booths had odd shadows casting about their interiors turning the supposedly cute and cuddly stuff toy prizes into twisted and demented forms that were stuck to the walls. Mikey gulped but forced himself to move into the open. He had to find Alexander and Anastasia.

It was about two tents down from where he had entered the aisle when Mikey found something out of place. It was a simple white mask, sitting in the center of the pack down dirt of the walkway. The only adornment it had was a thin black line intersecting the left eye from the top of the mask down to the bottom in a straight line. It reminded Mikey of a scar he had one time seen on a Purple Dragon. Even though it was an inanimate object Mikey gave it a wide berth as he passed it.

There was something not right going on here.

Where were they?

"Anastasia, Alexander," a soft, almost nonexistence noise came from behind him and Mikey whirled around.

As he watched, the shadows slid down off the tents, flowing like water as they headed towards the mask he had just walked past. Miky's heart began pounding in his chest as more shadows seeped out from the various game tents, joining in the cascade of darkness that was forming underneath the mask. The mask rose up and a humanoid form consisting of shadows wobbled as it pushed up from ground. The strange form took a step back to steady itself as Mikey slowly began to back away. The mask which had been facing skyward looked down at one wrist it held up, adjusting it as if it had a cuff on it. The shadows shifted over its body, making it appear as though the figure was wearing a tailored black suit. The thing stopped playing with its cuff and looked at him with the back empty eye holes, still holding its cuff up in mid adjustment.

Mikey felt his mouth move wordlessly as he stared at the whatever it was.

Around the eye holes the mask crinkled slightly, moving like skin as the thing glared at him.

It fingers flexed as it twisted its cuff, the rounded ends suddenly becoming pointed as they grew by several more inches.

Michelangelo found his voice and screamed.

Yup, Doritos were officially off his food list from now on.