"Hello? Anybody home? We've got company!" Donatello hollers as Raphael moves into the house.

Diaval pokes his head out of the living room doorway as Casey and April appear on the upstairs level, Casey peering over the railing. Leonardo starts to limp down the stairs, eye-ridges raised.

"What? You can't let anyone in!" he scolds. He notices the mass of brown hair clogging the door, becoming even more confused. "Why is the doorway full of hair?"

"And a giant butt?" Casey asks, his dark eyes sparking with a mischievous curiosity.

"Come on, it's okay," Donatello coaxes as Michelangelo puts his all into tugging at the "mass of hair".

Michelangelo gives a heaving final tug and Bigfoot falls back into the house, landing solidly on his butt. Destiny appears in the front doorway, holding back laughter as her tail wags.

"It's Bigfoot!" Casey shrieks, grasping April's shoulder and pointing at the giant ape frantically.

"You brought Bigfoot home?!" Leonardo exclaims, waving one hand towards him.

Bigfoot instantly looks at Donatello, blue eyes wide in confusion. "Why everyone know Bigfoot name?"

"Bigfoot, this is Leonardo, Casey, and April," Donatello introduces. He notices Diaval still peering out at them, hiding mostly, and rolls his eyes as he points. Diaval hides himself even further with a low noise of fear. "He's Diaval."

April gasps upon noticing the cuts on Bigfoot's arm. "He's hurt! I'll get the first aid kit." She dashes off to retrieve said items.

Leonardo's scolding glare switches between everyone in the house, most often fixating on the new guest. "You can't just bring home Bigfoot!" he lectures, not noticing Michelangelo imitating his sweeping gestures until the very last word. After a quick glare from Leonardo, the youngest turtle lets out an awkward chuckle.

"He needs our help. It's just until his arm gets better," Donatello defends. Leonardo doesn't loosen up, making the purple-masked turtle sigh. "Come on, we did the same for Des, didn't we?"

"Destiny is civilized!" he retorts. April passes him on the staircase, carrying the first aid kit, and the blue-masked turtle glances at her and then Bigfoot in quick succession. He sighs. "Fine."

"Thanks, Leo," Donatello says with a grin.

April takes Bigfoot's hand. "Come on, let's get that wound cleaned up," she offers sweetly as she leads him to the living room.

Casey starts down the stairs too, going at a much more nonchalant pace than April had before him. "Sure, but when I wanted to have a dog, you guys were like like, 'No way.'"

"We don't need a dog. We have Destiny for all our canine needs!" Michelangelo pipes up, nudging the wolf girl as she steps into the house and shuts the door behind her.

Her ears flatten as she turns on the orange-masked turtle, letting out a low rumbling sound from her throat. He giggles and scoots away. She walks over to Diaval, getting him to straighten up and look less timid.

"You guys don't get it. Bigfoot is the missing genetic link between humans and the ape!" Donatello says. "This discovery will change the face of science itself."

"So...it's bigger than talking turtles?" Casey asks, tapping his chin thoughtfully as a gap-filled, teasing smirk curls across his face.

The purple-masked turtle crosses his arms and growls at the teen. Casey's smirk remains.

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"There you go," April says, finishing tying the bandage around Bigfoot's arm. "Try not to use it too much for the next few days."

"Mmhmm." Bigfoot nods before he looks to Donatello with a wide smile. "Bigfoot thank Donnie."

"No problem." Donatello shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. April stands up and crosses to the first aid kit, where she starts packing everything away.

"Bad man after Bigfoot," Bigfoot admits, looking at his lap. "Name...'The Finger'."

"The Finger?" Donatello arches an eye-ridge.

"Very bad mans," Bigfoot continues. His face gets an almost dreamy twinge to it and he clasps his hands together. "But Donnie good mans."

"Aw, thanks Bigfoot."

"Donnie very good mans," Bigfoot says, leaning even closer and fluttering his non-existent eyelashes. Donatello's smile disappears faster than a slice of pizza disappears down Michelangelo's throat. "So good."

With that, he plants a sloppy kiss on Donatello's cheek. The turtle remains frozen in shock, mask tails sticking up straight in the air. April gapes at the pair, the cleaned up first aid kit nearly falling out of her fingers.

"Whoa," she mumbles as the giant ape pulls away, leaving a rather large string of saliva on Donatello's cheek.

Bigfoot scoops the turtle into his arms and cuddles him close. "Love Donnie!"

"But, but, but—"

"Bigfoot am lady!" Bigfoot begins rubbing her cheek against Donatello's entire face, the poor turtle getting even more uncomfortable with every passing second.

"That...is...great?" he squeaks.

"That is great!" Casey's voice sounds.

Behind the couch, watching the odd spectacle, are all the other turtles, Casey, Destiny, and Diaval. Casey bursts out laughing, making the other turtles follow suit, while Destiny covers her mouth in a sort of stunned shock although the smallest of giggles escape her.

Diaval's mouth hangs open slightly. "Bigfoot...is gay?"

"Nope," Destiny whispers to him. "She is certainly not."

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The next few days are not the most pleasant, especially for Donatello. Anytime he goes to do something, Bigfoot is there with a big grin on her face. The purple-masked turtle tries to stay polite, as difficult as that proves to be. She watches him work, feeds him while he watches TV, and is generally overbearing.

While everyone in the house generally tries to find excuses to avoid Bigfoot or at least keep their distance, Diaval more often than not ends up being closest to her. He finds Bigfoot's desires to be incredibly confusing. One moment all she wants is Donatello, the next all she wants is to be away from someone called "The Finger". The constant switching of desires makes Diaval both paranoid and uncomfortable. He stops going outside, the woods making him feel more and more on edge. To him, there's the constant feeling of being watched.

He stays silent on the matter, getting ready to interfere if anything changes.

Right now, the only thing changing in the house is the basic day-to-day life that everyone had been used to. Bigfoot's presence skewers most of the regular schedule within the farmhouse and makes things far more difficult in pretty much every aspect of daily life.

When Michelangelo cooks dinner, as he does most nights, Bigfoot stomps in with a bag over her shoulder.

"Bigfoot bring meat!" she announces, dropping the bag on the counter.

Michelangelo stops stirring the soup he'd been cooking, his forehead creasing. "Where did you—"

"Good meat," she continues. She digs into the bag and pulls out a roadkill squirrel, swinging it around by the tail as she giggles with pride. "Tender, tender."

Michelangelo screams and retches, ruining his appetite and the night's meal in one fell swoop.

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Raphael walks up the stairs as Bigfoot emerges from the bathroom. Her shoulders are slumped with satisfaction and her eyelids are drooped.

"Bigfoot make waste," she rumbles.

"Uh, make waste?" Raphael asks.

He carefully inches to the bathroom and pushes the door open, inch by inch, and peeks in. He instantly notices the spotless, nearly shining toilet, and his face floods with confusion.

His bright eyes switch over to the tub, which swims with flies and a very obvious, pungent odour. He rears backwards with a cry as his arm flies to cover his nose.

"AAH!" he yelps. He slams the bathroom door and fumes, his temper rising. "BIGFOOT!"

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"Diaval! Diaval, do you want to come down for lunch?" Destiny calls, walking slowly down the hallway. "Di?"

One of the bedroom doors creaks open and Diaval peeks his head out. Destiny stops in her tracks. He looks more distraught than she's ever seen him, although that amounts to his eyes being wider and dewier than normal and his mouth set in a straight line instead of a tilted frown.

To make his appearance all the stranger, he has his cloak pulled up and over his head, leaving the sphere of his face the only thing visible and making him look something like a very tall garbage bag with a face.

"Diaval, what on earth are you doing?" Destiny asks.

He gulps, adjusting his cloak. "Bigfoot...tried doing hair."

She arches an eyebrow. "You mean...she tried to braid it or something?"

His distress seems to worsen as he looks at his feet. "Pretty bad. Show you."

He scoots backwards into the bedroom, prompting Destiny to follow, and she's instantly greeted by a sight that is as amusing as it is slightly harrowing. Numerous clumps of white hair litter the floor and there's a pair of scissors on the bed. Diaval carefully removes his head covering, revealing that his lengthy and unkempt mop of hair has been even more mangled. His usual ponytail is much shorter than it was before, although Destiny vaguely notices that it's back to the length it was when she first met him, which happened to be the same night that she met the turtles. The overall appearance of his new "hairstyle" looks like a blind person decided to use a weed-whacker to give him a trim.

Diaval sinks onto the bed and clamps his hands over his head, fingers curling in his clumped and somewhat patchy hair. A low moan sounds and he flops backwards, eyes closed.

"Ruined," he mumbles.

"Oh, it's not that bad," Destiny says, unsure of whether she wants to laugh or scream in horror. "I'll get April. I'm sure she can help fix it up."

"Bigfoot cut the ponytail," he groans, his long fingers combing through the pitiful tuft that used to drape easily over his shoulder. "Not the ponytail..."

Destiny walks to the bedroom door and opens it, leaning out into the hallway. "APRIL! FASHION EMERGENCY!"

"WHAT HAPPENED?" comes a responding yell from downstairs.

"BIGFOOT GOT A HOLD OF DIAVAL'S HAIR!"

"She knows how to use scissors?!" This time, it's Leonardo's voice shouting and he doesn't sound calm in the slightest.

There's a loud, honking laugh from Casey followed by a pained grunt, also from Casey.

"COMING IN A SECOND!" April responds.

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"Donnie and Mikey need to learn to blend in out here, forest stealth."

Raphael, Bigfoot, Donatello, and Michelangelo stand in the middle of the forest again, the two younger turtles flanking their temporary housemate. Raphael holds a bucket and a gas mask, looking less than pleased about the current situation he's in.

"If you're gonna stay with us, at least you can help out," he continues. "I'd get Destiny out here to help you, but apparently there was a problem with Diaval." He grimaces. "Show them some stuff, okay? I have to go...clean out the tub."

He pulls the mask up over his nose and breathes deeply as he walks away, making him sound a lot like a character from the sci-fi cartoons that Destiny and Leonardo like watching. The three remaining mutants turn to one another as Bigfoot looms over Michelangelo.

"Please don't grab my head again," the turtle squeaks.

She grasps him by the shoulders and carries him off, Donatello trailing behind. They reach a patch of ferns and Bigfoot sets the orange-masked turtle down, upsetting a few flying insects and fallen leaves.

"Blend in," she says.

Donatello raises his hand. "I can still see him," he points out.

Bigfoot makes another rumbling sound, tilting her head a little as she looks at Michelangelo. Her attention shifts upwards as a very pudgy man with a voodoo head around his neck rolls out of the trees, two crossbows at the ready. She lets out a roar of surprise, grabbing the two turtles and dashing away with them tucked under her hairy arms. Not having seen anything, the two terrapins protest and demand to know why she's so scared.

She doesn't answer them as she leaves the pudgy man behind.