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The lack of Super Turtle love. It was one of my favorite episodes. I loved Graviturtle, Shellectro, Blobboid, and Griddex and I really wanted to know more about them and thier powers. I like the Super Turtles! I like April being mayor and Casey being all gentle and stuff.
I must give props to @side-shuffling-hyperfixations for all their awesome Super Turtles content. It made me write my own!
When Blobboid got his senses back, he was alone. And that was a very bad thing.
The Super Turtles always worked as a unit. They were stronger as a unit. They knew one anotherâs fighting styles, powers, weaknesses. Where one faltered, the other stepped in. They were a well oiled machine.
Blobboid should not have been alone. Grav and Shelle should have been fussing, checking for any injuries. Grid should have been laughing, making a remark about how heâd âtotally gummed upâ their attackers.
Except they werenât. Because they werenât here. The last thing Blob could recall was Grid cursing and pushing him over the side of the rooftop, telling him to âcatch yourself!â
He must have, though he didnât remember how. Because he was cradled in the remains of a fire escape, the roof a good six feet away.
âGrid? Shelle? Grav?â
His voice shook a little and his body followed. No voice responded. No thundering of feet. No shouting about âget up here, you goof!â
This wasnât right.
âGrid! Mind giving me a lift?â
Nothing. No complaints about âI ainât an elevator,â or a snort of amusement from Shelle.
Fine. Fine. One final try. If this didnât work, nothing would.
âGrav! I think Iâm hurt!â
Graviturtle should have all but teleported down to his side, ready to ground him to med bay until every possible injury had been evaluated.
But no one came.
Stiffening his limbsânot an easy or natural feat when one was pretty much made of gelatinâthe youngest Super Turtle made his way back up to the roof.
When he arrived, it was deserted. Bits of scorched concrete where Shellelectro had aimed some attacks, impacted craters where Griddex had stomped, and broken pieces of stone that Graviturtle had turned into projectiles.
Aside from that, there were a few broken helmetsâblack with red face masksâandâŠ
âOh, shell, no.â
Hands quivering, Blob reached down and pulled up the frayed remains of a red whip. It was burned, sliced. Abandoned.
The whip was so much a part of Grav it was almost like finding a severed arm. If the whip was here, it was because Grav hadnât been able to fight off whatever had separated him from it.
Trembling, Blobâs foot sank, half melting until it touched something cold and metal.
Attention diverted, the turtle looked down, finding a crushed helmet near his feet. Looked like a weapon had been all but fused into the remains. Melted and burned.
Definitely a mix of Grav and Shelleâs work.
He lifted the mangled mess up into his hands. If Shelle was here, he would have led the charge at analyzing. At finding the source. Grav and Grid would have been determining fighting styles, weapons.
But they werenât here. And the reason they werenât here was because of whomeverâs helmet Blob now held.
Fear quaked through his body. What was he without his brothers? What could he do? They were the real heroes. They had the real powers. They would know what to do.
But they werenât here.
Clutching Gravâs whip tight to his chest, Blobboid made his way back to the Shell of Justice.
OOO
Mayor OâNeil wasnât unaccustomed to being called to the Shell of Justice. It had been awkward and rather tense when Sliver used to run things but with him gone, she found working with the Super Turtles on their own to be quite refreshing. Young though they were, there was a reason the whole city held them in such high regard and she was no exception.
All the same, she couldnât remember Blobboid ever being the one to extend the invite. It was usually Shellectro or Graviturtle, usually the latter.
And something about his message tooâit had been quick, a bit disjointed, not at all like calm and collected communications she was used to.
After she scanned her credentials at the entrance and the doors moved to let her in, Shellitron 1000 announced her âMayor OâNeilâ and she quickly realized why things felt so off.
Blobboid all but ambushed her, wrapping his slimy arms around her with a force that took a bit of her breath away.
âMayor OâNeil! Iâm so sorry but I didnât know what else to do! My brothers are gone. Poof! Vanished! No forwarding address! I donât even know who attacked us or anything! Well, I brought back one of their helmets and weapons but I dunno what to do and I need an adult!â
âWhoa!â She reached out and rubbed the back of his head gingerly. While she knew he couldnât help it, his slime often made her uneasy. But the panic and fear in his voiceâŠ
While she considered the Super Turtles alliesâtheir strongest alliesâ ever since Sliver had been dealt with, they had been forming a relationship that wasâŠsomething more. She really wasnât sure what to call it yet.
What she did know was that hearing that poor boy absolutely panicked made her stomach twist and she found herself squeezing him back, slime texture be damned.
âWhoa.â She said again. âCalm down, Blobboid. Weâll figure this out. But panicking wonât help us solve anything. We need to remain, calm, alright?â
He nodded against her chest, realized that wasnât exactly professional and pulled away. âS-sorry. I didnât mean toâŠâ
She brushed off the residue lightly. âI know you didnât. Itâs fine. Letâs take what we know.â
He nodded, a calm voice helping him to settle. âWe were fighting this new group on the rooftops. Looks like they were snooping around the EPF buildings. Never seen them before though. Weâre wearing these.â
He presented the crushed helmet and firearm. âI think Grid and Grav got their hands on it but I donât recognize it. I mean, even if it wasnât a pancake I wouldnât recognize it.â
The human woman frowned. âI donât either but something seems familiar about it. You think these things are what took your brothers?â
âHave to be. But I donât know how they did it. If there was Utromium, Iâd have felt it, too and I didnât.â
A nod. âCan Shellitron scan and look for references?â
The turtle groaned. âI dunno. Shelle always handles that.â
April looked up, âShellitron can you do that?â
âAffirmative. Please place the object or images for search in the main data scanner.â
Blobboid took the smashed objects from the human woman and she followed him to the main computer room. The warm light off the scanner seemed ironic.
She laid a hand on the turtleâs shoulder and gave a light squeeze.
âRange of search?â The computer asked.
Amid a cracked voice, Blobboid said, âSearch everything.â
OOO
âItâs Professor Rook. It must be.â
Mayor OâNeil paced as she spoke even as they sorted through the information the computer had pumped out. It hadnât taken too long to come to a conclusion.
âYou know this Professor Rook?â Blobboid flipped through image after image of lab reports, redacted studies, photographs of such a graphic nature that he mistook them for war photos.
âNot personally. I donât know if thereâs anyone alive now that can say they knew him personally. Heâs kind of a âghostâ that everyone in government talks about.â
âHe didâŠall this?â Waving his hand over the photos, Blobboid shuddered. âIs he demented?â
âHe was obsessed with superhuman abilities. Developing them, wanting to create the ultimate specimen. With technology, with genetics, with a twisted blend of the two.â
âLike that book about the monster named Shelly? Who wrote it again?â Blobboid read it a while ago but it had been a while.
âVictor Frankenstein. And it was the Doctor named Shelly not the monster. Doctor Mary Shelley.â The woman smiled though. âBut yes, that would be a good comparison. No regard for ethics or for the pain involved. Professor Rook eventually lost his doctorate and his license for medicine and was exiled from the community. Took a few followers with him.â
Blobboid frowned. âAnd Iâm guessing heâs still obsessed with superhuman abilities powers?â
âMost likely. He did some enhancements on himself apparently though no one is sure to what extent. But heâs been unheard of for years.â
Frowning, Blobboid sighed. âSo, he probably took my bros because of their powers and is gonna do who knows what to them! I have to find them, Mayor OâNeil! Any clue where he might have gone or a facility or something heâd be able to get into?â
âThereâs hundreds of old labs and facilities, especially after Dr. Shreddariusâ experiments. With his knowledge of our technology, he could reasonably access any of them.â
Slumping, Blob sank to the floor in a semi puddle. It was almost worse knowing the danger! And he had no way of tracking this crazy scientist!
WaitâŠ
Reforming, the turtle called out, âShellitron, whatâs the widest range you have for scanning capacity?â
âAt present, I have a limit of five miles in all directions.â
Reforming his hands into various shapes (it was his way of fidgeting), the turtle asked, âWhat if you divert all non essential power? Could that boost it?â
Quiet a moment. âThat would expand my range to ten miles. But I would be unable to answer inquiries or run any external equipment until manual reset.â
âFine. Do that and scan for any abnormal gravitational fields and cross reference it with a small population size and isolation.â
âComputing.â
Mayor OâNeil smiled. âYouâre scanning for Graviturtle.â
âHis powers are pretty unique. Not a high likelihood of finding weird fields like that by chance.â It was something theyâd all known since childhood. While Shellectro and Gridâs abilities could be mimickedâat least on a basic scaleâfaking a gravitational field wasnât something one could find just anywhere.
The waiting was torture. Blobâs imagination was running overtime. If this guy was as sadistic as he sounded and he had found some way to subdue his brothersâŠwho knew what he would do to them? Their powers were rare, valued. This man might just take them apartâŠ
âSearch completed. One entry found matching criteria.â
Blob immediately called up the information, Mayor OâNeil looking over his shoulder.
What popped up was an old, decimated looking laboratory. All by itself in the middle of what used to be one of their ponds. Mirage Pond if he remembered right. Used to be a part of an old park called Four Kids. But most of it was plugged up now, leaving behind mostly mud and a trickle of a water. Still enough to serve as a moat. Fencing surrounded it though definitely worn and broken.
But that just it. It looked broken down, abandoned, like there was nothing left in there that could possibly work.
âWhy do I get the feeling itâs a lot nicer once you go inside a bit?â The turtle frowned and he heard the mayor give a âhmmâ of agreement.
âI think youâre right. That place was condemned years ago. But we were so fixated on dealing withâŠother thingsââ
âYou can say his name.â Blobboid said it but inwardly he was glad she didnât. As much as he had come to terms with Sliverâs deathâat least as much as he ever could, putting up the face still ached.
It didn't matter that he'd been cruel. It didn't matter that probably ninety percent of their self-confidence issues came directly from him. He'd still been their father.
And Blobboid was well aware that while it hadn't been his plan--they owed that to the strange mystery turtle--he still played a strong piece in it. His shape shifting had allowed the whole thing to work.
MurdererâŠ
âAnyway,â the mayor went on, âit just fell off our radar. Iâd forgotten about it, actually.â
Anything to help him refocus.
âSo, he must have taken the others there.â Blobboid stood, looking over the images he had available. There weren't a lot of close-up images but what he did have indicated pretty strong doors, no windows and a ventilation system that was self contained.
âI can have the EPF follow you there. As many as you need.â
Blobboidâs first inclination was to say âyes! Letâs raid the place and get my brothers!â But years of being a hero had implanted many a thought about caution into his mind. As much as taking Fa-Sliverâs advice made him cringe (donât let me turn into him, please!), it made sense in this case.
âI donât want him to panic and hurt them. IâŠI gotta get to them first. Make sure theyâre safe.â That was a requirement, something he had to do. If his brothers werenât okayâŠ
Well, he just wasnât willing to engage with that scenario.
âAlright, then we just need to secure them first before I send in the troops,â Mayor OâNeil looked over the photos again. âYou could probably squeeze in some of these entrances. Looks like Professor Rook underestimated you coming after them.â
Squeeze in? What was she talking about? âUhâŠMayor OâNeil, my powers donât work that way. I can let weapons pass through me or shoot out out streams of goo but flattening myself and stuff? I canât do that.â
âWhy not?â Her tone wasnât accusatory. MoreâŠconfused. âWhen you let weapons pass through you or use your body offensively, you are dismissing any bones or organs in it temporarily, arenât you?â
âWellâŠI guess.â
âSo couldnât you do the same to slip in somewhere undetected?â She raised a brow.
He used to think like that. To imagine the wildest use for their powers, to consider the oddest approach.
Sliver beat it out of him. The way he would emerge unscathed from a training session and with a chance of getting his fatherâs approval was to do everything by the book, like his father wanted. After all, his father had all their powers and heâd know how best to use them, right?
Right?
ExceptâŠheâd see Grav do things to an extent Father never did. Shelle too. And Grid. More so now afterâŠ.after Sliver was gone.
Has there been a trade off? In exchange for having all their powers had Father not been able to take them as far? Had Father not wanted them to take them that far?
Heâd been pretty shocked to see how perfect a replica of the Turtle Titan Blob had made to free them.
How did you control people if they discovered they were stronger than you?
Staring at his hand, Blob focused. It blubbered and shifted, and it took so much effort but it stretched. Stretched, spread out, flattened. Flattened until it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
And with deep breath, Blob focused on the area around it. Closing his eyes, he pictured it. What you might see if he was transparent. It was a different way of thinking than taking a deliberate shape.
When he opened his eyes, it looked like his hand just stopped at the wrist. But when he flexed his fingers, he could feel it.
He just couldnât see it.
Lifting stunned eyes to Mayor OâNeil, Blobboid stammered, âI..Iâve never done that before.â
Warmth in her eyes. The kind of warmth he only dreamed about from his father. âAnd I know you can do so much more.â
An odd tickling feeling in his chest. A sense ofâŠwell, he wasnât sure. But it felt good and gave him hope.
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