Fourteen-year-old Bree was sitting in her room, doing some homework. Bree was very short and skinny for her age. She had light brown hair that fell to her shoulder blades in waves and wore a slightly baggy pink shirt with a knot tied at the waist and black leggings. But her most distinguishing feature was her crystal blue eyes. Because of the pandemic of 2020, she was distance learning, and was on her computer, doing science while listening to a podcast. Suddenly, she heard something to her right, by her bed. She realized it was a sort of humming. She paused her podcast to hear better. A portal opened right in front of her window, and it kind of reminded her of a Krang portal, but instead of purple and pinkish swirls, it was colored four different shades of green, each one only slightly different from the other. The turtles tumbled out, a messy tangle of limbs on her sheets. Bree gasped and jumped up from her desk.

Eventually, the turtles untangled themselves and fell off of her pink bed. They don't seem to notice her, and she was glad because she figured they would go 'full ninja' if they did. If you haven't noticed already, Bree is a super turtle fan, and I'm sure you are too if your reading this. Bree tore herself from her fan-girly thoughts and started listening to what they were saying. Ralph was yelling at Mikey, typical.

"Mikey! Your gonna pay for that!!!" Ralph shouted. The orange and red masked reptiles ran literal circles around Bree but still didn't notice her. She thought she was going to explode from extreme fangirl overload!

Leo stepped in, also typical. He grabbed Ralph's shoulder, stopping him from running his eighth circle around Bree. Mikey kept on running.

"What did Mikey do this time?" Leo sighed

"He had his stinking, grubby foot in my mouth when we landed!" Ralph snarled, staring daggers at Mikey while he ran his tenth lap around Bree.

"Guys?" Donnie said tentatively.

"That happens all the time during training. Why can't you just let it go?" Leo asked Ralph.

Donnie muttered to himself "They're not gonna hear me for a while. GUYS!!!" Mikey stopped dead in his tracks, and Ralph and Leo finally looked Donnie's way.

"What up D?" Mikey asked, cool as a cucumber.

Donnie face-palmed with a sigh and pointed at Bree. The other turtles froze.

"No! Please don't go full ninja! I'm a huge, Huge, HUGE fan!" Bree begged. The turtles donned confused expressions, but their bodies remained rigid. Well, except for Mikey's.

"Bros, we have a FAN! How epic is that?! How do you know about us, dudette?" Mikey inquired.

"Before I answer that, I have a few words I would like to say." She cleared her throat and turned to each turtle as she addressed them, starting with Leo. "Leonardo, can I call you Leo? Please?" He nodded, still tense, but loosening ever so slightly at her eagerness, which kind of reminded him of Mikey. "Stop doubting yourself! Your the best leader, and this team would be nothing without you! I wish I was as good a big sibling like you. Rafael, can I call you Ralph?" His hands moved towards his sai ever so slightly and grunted. "I'll take that as a yes." Ralph rolled his eyes, but Bree didn't notice. "You have some serious anger issues, so get them under control! Try a therapist or something! Michelangelo,—"

"Of course, dudette! Anything for a fan!" Mikey interrupted.

"Oh, well, you just be you! Your what keeps this team going during the tough times. Donatello, can I call you Donnie?" He nodded, shocked and barely able to process what was happening. This human was being nice to them and, from the looks of it, giving them advice and pep talks! "I am team one hundred percent team APRITELLO FOR THE WIN! As Hamilton once said, in the song... I don't know which song. But nonetheless, he says 'If you love this woman then go get her'. Also, would it totally ruin the time-space continuum or something if I tell you guys how I know about you?"

"Umm, I-I guess not..." He stuttered, still shocked.

"Great! So, you guys are basically really famous, and there are movies and TV shows about you. Bree said nonchalantly.

Three green chins dropped to the ground. But only three.