An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Frida closed the comic book. “Should I ask him or you what happened?” Mikey turned his head. “What do you mean?” “How you died.” She might as well be blunt. “I assume the kraang invasion was the cause, but of course we never learned any details.” “I mean, I’d tell you. But if it slipped that you already knew…” Right, then Donnie would presume where she learned it from and wouldn’t be happy about it. “Why is he so afraid of you?” “He’s not afraid of us! He just… I don’t know. I’m usually good at figuring these kinds of things out, but I don’t know. Seeing us upsets him a lot. I guess knowing we’re around does too. Maybe he’s still mad at us.” “Mad at you?” “For leaving him behind.” The box turtle kicked at nothing in the air.
