The Lost Son

<Chapter 16>

He walked closer to me looking over my physique, I watched as he circled me, looking over my structure and equipment, "If I may, can I ask you a question", he walked in front of me staring down at me, seemingly angered by my curiosity, 'he kinda acts like how Raph acts with new people', I stared at the monstrous figure hoping he will let my curiosity be fulfilled.

"I̷͍̟̍̅͘͜f̴̛̫̈̈́ ̵̝̥̏̉͘y̵̥̆̉õ̷̤̠̞ũ̸̮̍̑ ̷̧̳̭́m̶̖͌ǘ̴̲̠̪͆̋s̴̪͆t̷̙͍͒̿͐,̷̼̺͉̂ ̷̙̤͆ͅw̷̳̣͑̏͝h̶͚̀̌̂a̴̫͑̽t̷͎̦̩̀̓ ̵͇͆͗d̴̬͌͝ọ̷͙̍͜ ̷̢̰̈̀y̸̛͉̓͘ö̷̻̭̮͛͠u̴̬̬͆͘ ̸͈̝́̂̎i̵̻̖̚ǹ̷̙͓̪͑q̴̳̹̃̃ŭ̸̩i̸͔͐r̸̳͓͇̈ȩ̵̬̙̓"

I looked at the floor below me before I sat down on my knee, attempting to seem respective, "Well when you said you told Kame about me and his other siblings, how did you know about us...", Kappa sat down in front of me, not in the kneeling position, rather with his legs crossed.

"I̶͉̲͒'̴̨̥̿̚v̵̭̭̈̅é̷̜ ̶̟̒b̵̪͗ě̵̗ȩ̸͂͝n̸̤͆̈ ̵̣̈́w̶͖̋́i̵̖̐t̶̘̯͛h̷̲̓ ̷͔̱́h̴̘̽̕i̵̲̒͗m̴̭̑̋ ̸̧͈̀s̵̗͗̀i̴̗͔͛̈́n̵͉̏̚c̴̺̑ē̸̞͔̈́ ̸͎̿t̸̥̬͝h̷̛̞̹͝e̴͎͊̅ ̶̧͓́̔v̷̞̄͊ę̷̫͆̚r̴͇̓͘y̸͉̮̑̽ ̶̝͎̊͠b̶͇͔̀e̸̬̮͌g̵̹̫̃̈į̴̟̈n̸̰̔ņ̸̼̂ḯ̶̻͝n̸̖̅ḡ̸̱͝ ̸̭̐͘ŝ̴̯i̴͍͈̅n̷̢̳̎̕c̶͖͌̌͜e̴̟̚̚ ̶̻͉̎h̷͈̼̓͐è̵̻͉͛ ̶͓́̂w̵̉̕͜a̴͕̝̅s̶͙̖͌ ̶̩̘͋͑ḁ̴̇͝ ̸͚̳͌̕m̴̝̭̋e̶̳̹̐r̴̨͘e̷͔̲̒̀ ̸̬͆h̸͇̋à̷͚̓t̴͓͈͗ḉ̶̬̆h̸̘̤̄̍l̶̡͉̄i̷̝̥͘n̴̡̅g̵̻͓͌̍,̶̩̣̋̈́ ̶̨̻̇İ̴̠͈̌ ̵̧͝ḑ̴̳͋i̵̤͈̎̅d̷͚́ń̴͎̖̑'̵̘̙̕t̷̹̄̓ ̷̨̋̽w̵͕̒a̸̯͒n̵͈̒ͅṭ̶̉ ̵͚̾t̵̢͐ô̵̯͠ ̸̨̏̉t̴͚͖̀̀e̴̡͉͝l̸͉̔͑ľ̵̰͈͗ ̴̬̈́́h̴͉͐́i̵̧̦̓m̴̠̏ ̷͍̱̂u̵̥̇n̶̨̞̈̅t̴̨͑ǐ̴̝̬͊l̶̫̅̀ ̶͗̇͜Į̵͙͆͗ ̴̬̻̈͘ș̶̚å̶̹̔w̵̙̩̽̒ ̶͖̋a̷̠͝ņ̷͛͑...̶̱̈͆a̸̲̰͂p̴̬̘̓p̴̭͈̔͠r̵̭̓͋ǒ̸̪p̶̥̺̍̾ṛ̸̌i̵̝̺̽á̷̩̜̐t̶̟͊̓è̷͍͜ ̴̧̏̊ͅm̸͕͗o̸̭͔͋m̸̬̽͝e̶̱̚̕n̴̛̺͙̈́t̶̰͑͜,̷̺̜̓ ̵̭̏b̸͛̌ͅu̸̳͋ẗ̷́͗͜ ̵̮̳̐̊t̶̥̍h̷͚̬̔̎e̸͖͒̇r̵̛̩ë̴͙ ̷͚̂w̴̢͋a̸̙̖̍͐s̷̲̤̄ ̵̺̉̓n̷͈͋e̸̮͇͐̋v̶͓̾͠e̸͍̠͗͑ṛ̶̈ ̸̛̼̤ő̸̩͝n̵̖͌̅ę̷̨̛̊ ̷͚̋̀s̸̭͌̊ȍ̷͇̄ ̶̧̐̆ẘ̸̤̭̀ḫ̵̓ê̵̖͊n̶͓̾ͅ ̸̬̀w̶̰͊ḙ̵͆̚͜ ̷̢͌̓f̸͕̬͑̆i̷̼͌͐n̷̳̰̿a̵͈͖̎l̷͕̥͛l̶̤̝̅̔y̷̙͖̓ ̷̥̉͋m̸̬͠e̶͖̎͗t̸̞̒ ̸̗̩̏͝I̴͔͌̓ ̶̦͍̂t̴̨̥̚ô̸̦l̶͓͋͘ḏ̴̎̕ ̴̞̓ḧ̴̝́͆i̵̤̞̐̿m̵͓͕͘ ̸̧̃b̵͈͑ệ̴̑͜f̴͇̬́̕o̷̢͓͌r̴̢͂e̵̲͒ ̸̧͆h̵̬͋è̵͕́ ̵̓͜w̷̧̕ͅõ̷̳͂k̷̜̂ê̸̠̈́ ̴͙͂̎͜ů̵̙ṕ̸̭͉ ̷͖͆̿ť̶̘̈h̴̜͇͋a̸̺͝t̷̟̦̅̚ ̸̼̟̈́h̶̳̓͒ė̷̢̥ ̴̟̖̔͠ḧ̷̻́a̷̢͘d̷̖͔̓̈́ ̵̩̖̄͊à̴̘̠͂ ̵̜͇̆͂f̴̳̲̀̋ä̷̘͕́m̵͉̂i̶͇͓̅l̷̹͘ỹ̷̘̩,̵̲̿ ̴̯̏̄a̴̗̓̉ņ̸͛͆d̷͍̬́̐ ̴̥̰͌͐Í̸̦͈ ̶̞͎͊̈́n̴͙̅͝ȇ̴͎ë̷̯́d̷̜̱̏͠ē̴̺̠̒d̵̛͓̓ ̸͍̾̚h̵̘̕i̶͖̠̾m̶̞̓͗ ̸̧̟̎ţ̴̥̂̚ơ̶̘̓ ̴̹̼̏̈́s̶̼̞̈́̇u̵̘̽͑r̷̞͍͊v̶̞̙̉͝i̷̡̙̔v̸̱̺̑ë̵͇́,̶̨̋̎ ̴̲̥̽͘n̸̳̿̐o̶̡͑t̴̩̝̆̏ ̸̛̯̮͆f̵͕̑͊ǭ̸̓r̵̝͛ ̵͚̎̍h̶͓͋i̴̦̎m̷̺̘̋̈s̴̡̼̓e̶̲̓̇l̷͓̕͝f̷̝̆͘,̶̙̮̆ ̸̨̅b̸̦̹̀u̵̹̿t̵̪̅̏ ̶͈͍͠f̴̢̦̎̅o̷̔̋ͅr̶͖̩͋ ̷̼͋L̴̙͑e̸̯̤͐a̶̡͊t̶̥͖͋͝ḫ̵̕e̸̺̱̾r̸̮͘͝ȟ̸̺̲è̷̠̖ą̸̀͘d̵͇̰̽̑ ̸̯̮͛̒ȃ̷̤͆ṉ̷͒d̴͎͛ ̶͕̐h̸̫̐ȉ̴̢̏s̷͖̗̈̍ ̶̧̦͛̌f̶̢͒̂a̴̡̮͝ṁ̵̢̱̽i̶͇̓l̵̳͝y̸̡̖͋͆"

I looked at the turtle surprised, yet puzzled, "Leatherhead, who's that".

"T̶̯̀̏h̶̤̝̕e̶̪̙̓ ̷̧̛̈́o̷͙̯͋̾ḻ̸͒̓d̶̞̘̀͆ ̸̢̖̽c̶̛͈̩̚e̷̞̋l̶̳̗̉͋ļ̸̼͑m̴̭̣̚͝a̵̭͕͘t̷̫̜͋ḙ̸̛͂ ̵͉̐̂͜t̵̺͋̄h̴̗́ạ̷̙̐t̷͎͒̃ ̴̳̃͜h̷̝̯̾͑ẻ̸̮̭͊ ̷͇̌̑ĉ̵̺̝͊a̵̯͊l̵͕͐̍l̶̥̥̾ę̸̭̾d̶̦̬̎ ̶͇̽̀b̷͎͖́̈́í̵̪͕̈́g̸̼͛ ̵͖͘b̶͉̈̃r̵̛̟̔ȍ̶̭͝t̴̺̽͋ḧ̷̢̙́e̴̗͒͊ŗ̸̉̈͜ ̶̲̎͊a̸̤̓͘ḟ̸̠̙͝ṫ̴̳̱͑e̷͓̍͘r̶̪͆́ ̴̛̟L̵͇̕e̴͙̩̓͗a̵̛̜͓͘t̷̠̞͆ȟ̷̩e̴͉̊̚r̸̻͑̅h̴͎̯̊͠e̴̡̼͠a̶̚͜ḓ̷́ ̷͔͚̽è̸̥̆s̶͍̎͒c̵̩͐̈́a̴̫̐p̵͚̂̏͜ḙ̴̬̎d̶͔͒ ̷̟́̑f̶̣̅̔r̸̡͇͛ọ̸͒͘ṃ̸̺̓̆ ̷͕͖̔̾Ť̵̰̞͝C̷̡̢̉̔R̸̗͠Ĭ̸͇,̷̹̍̊ ̴̳̀h̸̦͊͝ê̸̬̠̇ ̴̺̄ḻ̷̀̕ȩ̵͕̚f̸̜̀ͅt̸͔͝ ̶̠̚T̶͇͛͠u̶͍̍̀r̴͍͝t̴̜̺͑́l̷̙̔e̸̞͘ ̸̹͛͆b̴̠̜̅e̸͚͛̇h̸̍̌ͅi̵̳͝n̵̼̋͑͜d̴̪̻̄̒,̸̬̫̍ ̵̣̺͛͝t̴̛̹̭h̸̗̏ͅę̵̈́ ̵̲̍ṗ̷̘̆ö̴̱́͜o̶͍̮͋ŕ̷͎̣̿ ̸̧̻͘͠ṫ̸̫͇h̸͔͎̀̌î̴͇̚n̴̥̄̃g̴̯̏͆ ̸̢̺́w̸̯̜̓͐a̴̘̯̋̈s̸͊͜ ̴͍͛ś̶͍̦o̸̘̖͐̈́ ̷̯͛c̴̯͌̇o̸͎̭͒̀n̶̤͒̍f̶̨̜̈́ú̶̦̤ṡ̵̠̪e̴̜̍ḋ̷̬̔,̴͇̈́̀ ̸̪̗͂b̵̢̦͊ḽ̴̑a̴̬̓m̴̧̾i̴̳̲͐̇n̸̻̰͐̉g̸͚̰͑ ̵͙̋h̵̫͗͌ͅi̷̫̣͂m̶̡̯̈́̒s̴͓͇̃͘e̸̘̩̍l̵͉͇̆̕f̸̳̐̽ ̸̼̀͘f̴̝̟̋̂o̷͆͒ͅr̷̟̿ ̶̢͋h̴̬̠̐̓i̶͈̯̿̿s̷̳̳͒ ̴̙̤͗͝c̷̪̓ͅe̸̗͖͑l̴̙̍̋l̸͚̜͛̎m̶̠̂a̴͍͗̀t̸̝͑̌e̴̫͑ ̴̝̜͗ľ̴̰̖͘e̴̮̅a̸̗̋v̴̫̓ǐ̸͈n̶̩͙̕g̷͇̮͆͆ ̴̘͎͗́h̷̡̓̉i̸̟͆m̸̦͑́ ̴̜̎b̶̘̉͂ę̶͐h̶̲͋i̸̡͖͌̓n̴͇̍̽d̶̛͈̙"