#giant raph

“Pleaseeee!” 

Mikey looked at Raph from his perch on the countertop. 

“I don’t know. I was gonna patrol tonight. The people need red riot,”

“Yea, but I need red riot too!”

Raph had tried saying no, but, turning to see Mikey there, so small with puppy eyes working overtime, he just couldn’t ruin his baby brother's happy demeanor.

“Fine, Raph can make the people wait. Let’s bake,”

“Yay! Ok, so, first we need to add in the flour, some milk and eggs. Oh! maybe some nutmeg, should we make them gingerbread? We gotta make them gingerbread- “

“Woah, woah, woah, I don’t even know what we’re making yet. Slow down,” 

“Right, we are making drumroll, please… Christmas cookies! Ta-da!”

Christmas cookies, huh? Those can’t be too hard. Sure, Raph’s not the best in the kitchen, but they’ve made cookies plenty of times before. What could go wrong?

“Alright, little brother, we got this. "

Raph extended a hand, which Mikey jumped on without hesitation. That always made Raph's heart melt. How much Mikey trusted him, even though he was so tiny.

They made their way to the fridge, the smaller of the two saying each ingredient they needed. Raph would never understand how he just knew what needed to be mixed to make such delicious things.

After grabbing a mixing bowl on the way back to the table, they were ready to start making some treats.

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Treats weren’t the only thing made that night. That much would be clear to anyone walking into the kitchen. 

Flour, dough and many other things decorated almost every surface, including the two turtles in the eye of the sugary storm. Another bit of frosting was thrown against the wall as a small turtle covered in raw dough continued on his mission to make a gorgeous edible mural on the wall for all to see.

“Mikey! Stop it! This’ll take forever to clean up. "

“Relax, I’m making the kitchen better! This is gonna look amazing when it’s done. Promise!”

The used-to-be orange brother said, but his next throw fell short as a giant hand grabbed him by the shell. Mikey was soon eye level with his big brother. He laughed under a playful glare.

After much convincing, Raph got Mikey to stop frosting the kitchen, and it wasn’t long until the shaped cookie dough was in the oven. 

20 minutes and a very long debate about the best pizza topping later, fresh hot cookies were being pulled from the oven rack and placed down to cool.

To most people, looking at the tray, you’d see some misshapen blobs of tan, but to the brothers that fought tooth and nail to make them good, these were perfect.

The frosting process was just as chaotic as the baking process. If it weren’t for the flour covering his body, Raph would say the frosting was the messiest part. 

Once Mikey picked all the colors they would need and Raph mixed them into the already made frosting, they were ready to finish the cookies. With Mikey’s small form, he was able to make his cookies look better than any professional Raph had ever seen. Raphs cookies on the other hand looked… edible.

Finally, after hours of baking and frosting and mess-making, the product was complete. Christmas turtle cookies. Each resembling one of the four brothers, Mikey made his own and Donnie’s, Raph made his and Leo’s. 

“These look amazing, best. Cookies. Ever!”

Mikey seemed over the moon with joy as he ran around, looking over each cookie bigger than him. 

“Yea, we really outdone ourselves, little brother. "

Raph couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face. How did he ever get so lucky to be a big brother? It didn’t matter. All that mattered in that moment was the sparkle shining in Mikey’s eyes, so big coming from someone so small.

The brothers soon made up their minds. These cookies were special, so it made sense that they had to be enjoyed as a family.

After washing themselves up, they made their way around the lair, Mikey riding on Raph’s shoulder the whole way, trying to find the twins. Leo was found in his room reading comics but at the mention of a sweet surprise, he was up and following them to get Donnie. Said mad scientist was working at his desk with whatever new project he’d come up with. It took much more convincing for him to leave, but he, too, was curious about what the oldest and youngest had planned.

With all brothers accounted for, they went back to the kitchen. By the time Raph got to the kitchen counter, he could feel Mikey vibrating with excitement. Mikey ran down Raph’s arm, nearly giving the oldest brother a heart attack, and landed not-so-gracefully on the surface below. He ran up to the cooling tray of treats and threw his arms up.

“Ta-da! We made cookies!”

The twins looked over the cookies, inspecting the details their brothers put on just for them. Mikey explained how raph had made Leo’s and Mikey had made Donnie’s and both cool colored themed turtles thanked their eldest and youngest siblings. 

After the gratitude came to the turtle's favorite part, each brother grabbed their cookie, except Mikey, who needed raph to hold it while they all made their way to the living room. They sat on their designated spots in front of the tv and enjoyed the rest of the night.

And as the morning sun rose in the sky, it was quiet and peaceful while the turtles slept to the end credits of a movie playing on the screen. Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.

“BOYS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE KITCHEN”

Ok. Maybe one very unhappy rat.

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“Hm, that should have worked..” Donnie mumbled under his breath.

But Mikey heard it. How couldn’t he with how loud everything was around him? Donnie was supposed to know all this stuff. Why would Donnie recruit him if he couldn’t change him back! 

Mikey’s eyes widened as a small voice in the back of his head spoke, one that he didn’t listen to often.

What if he doesn’t care?

No, that’s not true, Donnie’s his brother. Of course he cares! He probably just didn’t know this would happen. It was a freak accident!

But what if it wasn’t

Maybe he just wanted to make you easier to manage.

A lab rat maybe

…no

Donnie wouldn’t do that, right? We’re family. He’d never do this on purpose… right?

The more Mikey thought about it, the more he remembered all the times he made Donnie mad, every time Mikey pulled pranks that made him yell. He wasn’t even allowed to be in the lab without permission anymore.

Mikey was so caught up in his mind that he didn’t notice when Donnie moved from his spot in front of the controls, walking towards him. He didn’t notice Donnie had moved until a giant hand took up his vision, headed straight for him.

He screamed and tried to run back, tripping and falling on something softer than the floor. He looked down and realized the thing he was on was Donnie’s other hand. Mikey started flailing, trying to get off and hide before Donnie could do anything to him.

He didn’t get very far. Once Donnie saw him fighting, he was pinned on his shell, unable to sit up or move much.

The weight felt suffocating, like his plastron would crack with any more pressure. He briefly saw Donnie’s mouth moving, but closed his eyes right after. He didn’t want to be teased by his brother right now because of how weak he was.

Right after he closed his eyes, limbs still trying to push the finger off of his chest, he felt pressure on his arm. Without hesitation, Mikey snapped his eyes open and turned his head to see his arm was once again trapped by Donnie. He screamed again and struggled harder and, surprisingly, this time, all the pressure was lifted off of him.

He was still trapped in the palm of a giant, dozens of feet off the ground. So he did the thing his instincts yelled at him to do. He hid in his shell. 

It felt strange after not doing it for a long time. He’s a trained ninja, so there’s no point in hiding in a shell when you can hide in the shadows. Except there are no shadows here, nowhere to hide. He felt so vulnerable, his shell would do nothing for him. Donnie had already shown him that. He couldn’t do anything.

Mikey was caught off guard when his shell was pinched between two fingers and, once again, he could see the colossal form of his brother through the head hole.

He seemed… concerned?

This was all so new and confusing. He was stuck smaller than a hand and the brother who did it was holding him like he would hold a cool bug. He didn’t wanna be a bug.

Before Mikey could spiral more, the loudest creak he had ever heard interrupted him. He winced and quickly realized that only one thing could make a giant creak: a giant door.

He wasn’t able to check though, because as soon as he heard it, he was being rocketed into the air as his massive brother shot up, panicked.

Any thoughts Mikey had before this were pushed to the back of his mind, unable to hear them once two other voices started speaking. His other brothers. 

He immediately retreated into his shell once more, still shaking from being in Donnie’s hands. From inside his shell he could make out two more giant figures walking into the room, both of them looked less then happy.

The blue and red clad turtles walked over to Donnie, over to him. However, they didn’t seem to notice his small form yet, attention focused on Donnie. 

“-seen Mikey? He wasn’t in his room?”

The sound of Leo saying his name brought him back to reality. Oh no, they were looking for him. He doesn’t want anyone else to see him like this, and he definitely doesn’t want to be near anyone right now. 

Mikey could hear Donnie trying to come up with excuses from above and by the looks on his other brothers faces, they weren’t working. Maybe if he could get Donnie’s attention he could hide him somewhere? It was worth a shot.

Carefully, he shook so his shell would move in Donnie’s pinched fingers. He tried to be as discreet as possible, but when he got the attention of his nerdy brother, Donnie looked down.

As Donnie looked towards Mikey, Leo and Raph’s eyes followed his, leading them straight to Mikey’s miniature shell. Mikey froze and held as still as possible when he saw the eyes of all three brothers on him at once. It felt suffocating to be under their gazes as they leaned over him. 

The two looked confused as they saw his shell, while Donnie looked panicked. Though no where near as panicked as Mikey was in that moment. Before Donnie could make something up, a hand was pulling him away from his sciencey brother, holding him a bit to tight for comfort.

Without warning, the person holding him spoke, shaking his very core.

“What is this thing”

Uh oh, the brother holding him was Raph and it seemed like his curiosity was peaked by Mikey. He struggled to stay frozen, not wanting to alert Raph that the thing in his hands was alive. Best case scenario Leo and Raph leave the lab and Donnie realizes his mistake so he can go back to only being short by a few inches.

Best case scenarios don’t really happen to Mikey though. It had only been a few seconds after that question was asked when Mikey felt the fingers around my tighten on his shell and he panicked. He didn’t wanna be squashed! Without thinking he yelped and pushed his head and limbs out of his shell.

Mikey heard a sharp gasp above him before the fingers around him released, making him fall who knows how far to the ground below.

For a split second, Mikey felt weightless, like he was flying instead of falling. By the time he realized that the ground was getting scarily closer, a green blur was already grabbing him once again. This time however, the mask above him was blue.

“Mikey..?”

He froze at the sound of his name. So, they know now and Mikey’s life is ruined. His brothers are gonna tease him for the rest of his life! Mikey’s body tensed as he waited for the ridicule to begin, but it never did. Instead, the hand around him opened, leaving him sitting in a green palm.

“A..are you okay?”

He blinks at Leo’s question, was he? Wait, why wasn’t he laugh at him? Why wasn’t Raph saying short jokes? What is going on? Even though he had been silently contemplating for a minute now, his brothers didn’t start talking over him. They just kept looking at him, waiting patiently for his answer.

“I..I’m okay”

Although Mikey said this he knew it wasn’t true, how could he be ok everything was so different, so huge. He’s already vulnerable, at least he can make his brothers think he isn’t more weak.

The three giant brothers looked at each other, each sporting looks of concern, why would he lie to them?

After a few seconds the gazes made their way back to him, Mikey nearly flinched from the gained attention once again. Things seemed to slow as Leo’s hand lifted him higher off the ground. Mikey was now eye level with his brothers and somehow it helped, he felt just a little more at ease seeing from his normal height again. Even if he isn’t, and he’s still on a giant hand, and he can’t do anything about it if he tried, and…he should stop thinking about this. 

He came back to reality when Donnie’s voice rang around the lab. Mikey distracts his mind by listening to Donnie’s explanation of this. Throughout his explanation he could see his other brothers faces become more angry.

It scared him, Mikey knew the anger wasn’t directed at him, but it was still scary to see. Now, being surrounded by giants, one a scientist while the others are angry, Mikey started to shake.

He couldn’t help it, he’d never been in a situation like this before, it was all so different, he didn’t know what would happen next. It took Leo a very short time to feel the small shaking on his palm.

Quickly, the others were alerted and soon they tried to comfort the terrified tiny. Mikey didn’t know what to think when his brothers immediately lost their anger, turning their attention back to him and looking soft instead.

He was slowly and carefully brought out of the lab and into the living room. He was confused as they all sat down in front of the tv, turning it on. He was confused when raph silently got up and made his way to the kitchen. But there was no room in his head to be confused when he saw what raph carried out.

“PIZZA!”

The two sitting with him seemed shocked, but not surprised at his outburst. He was known for his love of pizza after all. Mikey didn’t seem to notice his brothers smiles as he dug into his slice. It was bigger than him! Maybe being this small wasn’t so bad, he could live with giant pizza. Hey! His brothers could carry him around everywhere too! And he wouldn’t have to spar during training anymore!

Huh, this wouldn’t be to bad after all.

Soon, the living room dissolved from tension to laughter and conversation for the rest of the night. Somehow Mikey’s voice was still the loudest among them.