https://theleaderinbluesfangirl.tumblr.com/post/177182272786/what-if

I read this, and it has given me so many ideas and images! Lol! Tumblr, how I love you. I hope someone makes a fanfic out of that. In any case, just wanted to share that. I actually like the new tmnt cartoon. I find the new characteristics adorable, and they actually act like teenagers! It's also nice to see a Leo that isn't a ball of stress - the kind of stress you only see in someone who should be three times his age mind you.

Splinter, most Splinters from the TMNT Universe are not the best parents. I'm just saying that now. But no parents are prefect - but at least the turtles from this new cartoon call rottmnt!Spinter things like "Pops" instead of just "Sensei", joke around with him, allowed to express all emotions, are not forced into physical fights at young ages, and are not forced to go into anything they do not want to or are not ready for. None of the turtles are jealous of one another, and they listen to one another - no one is called "Stupid"! In this new cartoon, they are allowed to be kids/teens. They also seem pretty happy, so that's a plus. All in all, I want to see more of the new Splinter before I make any hard core opinions on him. He's not perfect, but that doesn't mean he's horrible.

Like, in the 2003 cartoon, they did not act at all like teenagers at any point in that cartoon, and if they did, it was only for a short moment before something bad happens. But it was obvious that every single one of them had each other's backs no matter what crazy thing is going to on. In 2012, they have so many issues - and not just family issues - it's not funny. I honestly thought that Leo would get a hernia from all that stress - he doesn't have any hair to loose even if he could and I honestly think he'd have grey hairs already if he could. Yet, even through all that drama and stress, they pulled through together and it was obvious that every single brother loved one another even if there were bitter feelings - I still remember the episode with Usagi that proves this, and a certain scene in it kills me just thinking about it. 

This new cartoon, it's a new interpenetration - and you can take this new version however you like! You can think about the characters however you want to - it's your opinion and no one can take it from you or your right to think however you want.

Having said all that, this is why I love when they reboot cartoons or make new series out of them. It's something new and different, and I am more than open to it! So, I had to use the rottmnt in this book at least once. I just love TMNT so much~!

Setting; Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Turtles - ROTTMNT - TMNT 2k18

OC; Hope Honey - OC I have created and have used in other stories before

Death; Doesn't remember anything to do with her own death - and doesn't want to remember.

Reincarnated As; Herself - Hope Honey - only in the ROTTMNT universe

Pairings; ??????

It might take me some time to get used to writing the turtles new personalities, so sorry if they seem OOC. And the cartoon only has four episodes out at the time of writing this - heck, it's not even September yet so it's not officially out yet. So I only have so much to use for their personalities as they have only been in so many situations. Just know that this story is going to be on the sillier side of the spectrum.

Canon ages for the turtles - Raph is 15 years old, Donny is 14 years old, Leo (or Leon as he is called sometimes) is 14 years old as well, and Mikey (or Michael as he is called that sometimes) is 13 years old.

Hope is 16 years old, even though she does look older because of her height. But the same can be said about Raph too. That turtle is huge! And I love it, a huge teddy bear and the most relaxed Raph I have ever seen! Lol.

Also, if I do pair Hope up with someone - it's not going to be Mikey. He's 13 years old. The other three are different, they are only 1-2 years apart from her, and it's not like she's a character that is going to take advantage of them or pressure them into something if one of them did start to date her. Heck, the biggest problem she'd have if she dated one - and the biggest problem they would have as well - would be her trying to find time to spend time with them because of work and school rather than anything ominous. 

I'm just saying this all now, because I know some people may leave comments about it all or be worried about that. There's nothing to be worried about. But I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions on who she should be paired with - I love reading your comments about ships and pairings! It gives me so many wonderful ideas~!

Now that I have talked all your ears off, it's time for the story!

-Chapter Start-

Being reincarnated was strange and came out of nowhere for Hope Azalea Honey. But, thinking about it, it was a blessing.

She didn't recall how she died. Didn't know if it was bloody, horrible, or something natural. All she knew was what she could recall last - which was her going to bed and then waking up the next day, early morning to the sound of her dog barking. Hope wasn't even for sure on what her actual age was, only that she was either in her teens, or an adult. If she was old, then she lost more than a few memories to death. Which, to be fair, that could have happened for all she knew.

All she knew was that she died somehow, and was now alive in some weird universe. This was not even counting the family that she was born into.

First, when her newborn eyes adjusted, Hope found out quick and in a hurry that everything looked like it was drawn in a comic or some type of cartoon. For a nerd like her, that was fine. Really, there was no point in complaining because at that point, she was just happy to be alive. Confused, yes. But disappointed? Not really. She could get used to weird as long as it meant she was alive - even if she did miss her family and friends more than anything.

And it was a good thing Hope recalled growing up once with a loving family - because he new family sucked.

Sure, it was weird and great that she was born looking the same as she did in her first life and even had the same name, but her new parents were....they just were not fit to be parents in her eyes.

Let's put it this way; Hope could murder someone in cold blood right in front of them in the living room, and they would not give a single crap. All they would say is "Make sure you clean up after yourself" and "Good job" absentmindedly, not even glancing at her even if she was laughing insanely and covered in blood. Then, the two were gone for most of the year, seeing her maybe a handful of times each year, only sending her some money at random times and paying the bills. Sometimes they sent gifts, but they were either something she grew out of years ago - they sent her a pacifier, more than once. The only positive out of that is that she babysits and she can use them. It just really dumbfounded her that they thought she was still that young. What, did they think the person they talked on the phone just a few hours before was a nanny and not herself? She knew the pacifier was for her too, as her name was engraved in the plastic. Man, she really had some airheaded parents, and that's coming from her, the most ditsy and airheaded person that her friends and family knew in her last life. -, random junk or just plain weird things that a parent should not send to their daughter. One time they bought and sent her men's underwear.

Needless to say, as soon as she could, Hope started working as to make a living for herself. Her parents signed her up for online school so that they could do everything online themselves and not worry about being called in while they were busy in another country. With her doing online school, they were free to do as they please and all she had to do was send an email if something needed looked at by them for school. This just meant that she was left to fend for herself most of the time, and most of the time, the money they sent her was not enough for her to live fully on. At least the bills were paid, but food and necessitates like clothing were not cheap.

So, soon, Hope was babysitting whenever she could at the young age of ten. When she hit fourteen, she got another job while still babysitting. Delivering items and foods for a family owned business that had good ratings and was pretty popular. It was a pain and made her fragile health fall most of the time because she had to work two jobs and do schoolwork, but she needed the money.

Then, when she was sixteen, everything changed yet stayed the same.

It was when she had just gotten home, having stopped by the farmers market after her shift at delivering to see the animals they had been selling. Some of the sellers were even nice enough to let her hold and pet some of the animals. It had been a tiring, yet nice day in the ever weird New York City.

Then, something bit her. It had felt like a wasp.

Just as she reached a hand out to slap it dead, pain flared and she dropped to the ground. How the neighbors in her apartment building didn't hear her screams, she'll never know. All she knew was that it hurt - after that, it was a blur.

When she came to, it was dark out and something white was clouding her vision. Scrambling, Hope had gotten up and fiddled with her glasses, only to freeze when she noticed her hand. It was perfectly white, like freshly fallen snow or a unmarked piece of paper.

Being pale, it was normal to see a white hand. But Hope was in no way pale enough to be perfectly white with not a little bit of peach color in it, not even a tint.

Still staring at her hand, she stumbled to the full length mirror in her parents room. Usually, she never went in there, but this called for it.

And when she met her reflection, Hope was greeted with a tall, thin, bunny with large green glasses and some very familiar features. The humanoid bunny/rabbit was staring at her with wide, dumbfounded hazel eyes and a dropped jaw - showing straight, white teeth. No buckteeth in sight.

Hope didn't know how long she stood in front of the mirror. But, eventually, it hit her that she was staring at herself.

Taking it all in, Hope wondered what is her life and if she had finally snapped.

She still had her short brown hair with red highlights, and the hairstyle was still the same, cut very short with the bangs in the front side swept. She was still very tall and thin. Taller, if she was counting the ears. She still had her hazel eyes. She was still wearing her work uniform - a blue shirt with the company logo on it and black pants - and her green jacket.

But now she had long white, furry bunny ears coming out of her head. The ears standing tall and moving to sounds. She tries moving them, and they bent down before going back up - it was like two more arms almost. She was covered in white fur, had a muzzle now. It was lucky she had taken off her shoes before this happened, as when she glanced down, she noticed her feet were long and bigger than before. Still thin, but no way small enough to fit into her shoes. Seems she'll have to go shoe shopping - something that is going to cause her pain because that means having to budget even more. 

Her hands were the same, just looking a bit less thin because of the fur - but it was obvious she was still skin and bones, only with fur added into it. It was a mystery on how her big green glasses were on her face and staying on there - but she wasn't about to complain about that.

Reaching a shaky hand around her back, Hope lightly touched her spine. Sliding her hand down, she stopped when she reached a soft bump just at the tailbone.

"Oh my God...." Hope breathed out, eyes still huge as she looked at her reflection. "I'm a white Bugs Bunny."

Her first thought was 'Can I still eat meat?', her second was 'What about my jobs?!', and the third one was 'Will I shed? Maybe I should save up to buy a new brush and lint roller...' and the final one was 'What the ever loving hell happened to me!?'. 

Priorities right there.

Taking her hand off her....tail? Hope just blankly looked at herself. Then, she shrugged, took off her jacket, strolled out of her parents dusty room, hung her jacket up, went into her own room, changed into her pajamas, and then flopped onto her bed.

'I am too tired for this shit. I'll deal with it in the morning.'

-Next Morning-

After Hope got up, she expected it all to be a dream.

Well, she's up and it just got more surreal, but it is in no way a dream.

How could it get even more surreal?

Well, after getting up and dragging herself to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink, she found her parents sitting down and eating.

Now, most teens would have tried to hide away from their parents if they somehow mutated into a humanoid rabbit/bunny out of fear of the parents no longer loving them, fearing them, kicking them out, hating them, or all of the above.

Hope, on the other hand, just grabbed herself some apple juice and a breakfast bar and sat down at the table. She had to work today, and not even turning into a whole new species or her parents suddenly coming home from their seven month business trip was going to stop her from that.

"Hello sweetie, did you get a new haircut?" Her Mother - long curly brown hair, blue eyes and slightly tan skin with a lot of freckles - asked her blandly, finishing off her eggs.

It said a lot about Hope that all she thought in that moment was how much those eggs cost and how much she would need to replace the food her parents are technically stealing from her - because sure as hell didn't say they could have any and she bought it all with her own hard earned money. Hope can only hope - Heh, she can make jokes! - that they don't take anything expensive with them. Like the cleaning supplies or the laptop.

Glancing down to all the fur that covered her body, Hope shrugged and tried not to think about having to do overtime so that she doesn't have to cut too much off her grocery list now that her parents have eaten all her eggs and drank the last of the milk. She didn't even want to think about the other things they might have taken or eaten, she has no idea when they came in or how much they ate until she checks the kitchen fully. She also has to get new shoes....maybe she can find some huge socks to wear until then? Or some cheap flip-flops to tie her over until her next payday for either one of her jobs. Even if her babysitting is an unofficial job, it still make some money. Every little bit helps.

"Technically....yes?" Hope eventually said when she noticed her Mother or Father weren't looking at her, meaning they didn't see her shrug in answer so she has to give a verbal one.

"That's nice." Her father - short dark brown hair, pale skinned, and with dark brown eyes - said before getting up from the table, his plate clean. He looked right at her, not even blinking at the sight of his only daughter now a bunny. "Me and your Mother just stopped by to pack up for our vacation. We'll call you as soon as we land in Hawaii."

Seriously, Hope could straight up kill someone in the most bloody way she can think up and her parents wouldn't even blink or care. It's a good thing she recalls better parents raising her, or this could have effected her mentally - to the point where murder would be a option to get attention. Attention she knows she'll never get, and she's fine with that.

What she is not fine with is them leaving her only so much money for food and other things. Really, they pay the bills for the apartment - which, honestly, is not the bad. It's on the good side of the city and is not the size of a closet. It's more than decent for something in New York City, so that does mean it is on the price side, even if it is not as big or spacious as a house. - yet they can't remember to send her money more often so she can eat and take care of their home? If she didn't know any better or any other kid, she might have done something drastic for money or think about running away from her very neglectful parents.

"Have fun." Was all Hope said on the matter, knowing there wasn't anything she could say. There wasn't anything she wanted to say to them really.

And that was that. While Hope was finishing off her little breakfast, putting plates and cups in the sink and getting ready for her long day of working and then online classes, her parents were getting ready to leave once more and be gone for only lord knows how long. This was actually the third time she had seen within the year, and she wasn't even expecting it. But, it wouldn't have mattered if she did - it's always the same; Come home, eat something, say something, let her know they are leaving again, and then leave.

By the time Hope was dressed for work, her parents were gone.

"Just another day. At least I only have to work for a few hours today." Hope sighed, rubbing her now fluffy and soft cheek. Then, with that, she grabbed her bag, got her keys for the apartment and went on her way.

Now, most people who are mutated wouldn't go out into public. For very obvious reasons.

Hope, on the other hand, completely forgot she was even mutated and walked on her way like nothing was wrong.

It was only when she had already bought some cheap flip-flops and was signing in at work did she realize what she had done - and that no one even so much as blinked at her.

Honestly, no one said anything about her being a tall bunny. There were no funny looks, no whispering, no one calling the cops. They treated her normally. They let her shop, talk, and walk right in broad daylight with no word against her. Maybe because she had been acting like it was a normal thing - which it was! Walking to work was normal, the only change was her having fur, slightly bigger/longer feet, long ears, claws instead of nails, and essentially being a bipedal bunny - that no one noticed or said anything. Confidence can get you far after all. But in Hope's case, it was her airheadedness and dingy-ditsy ways that made it work.

Only in New York City could she get away with this. If it had been a small town, she's sure that that she would have been shot and dead by now. Really, she's surprised that the government hadn't found her and carried her off to Area 51 yet. If nothing else, it would be interesting if not a horrible way to go. Maybe she'll recall this life's death in her next life? Man, she hopes not....

Potential deaths and murders aside, Hope just shrugged about it all and went about her day. With her mutation, she'd have to work overtime to be able to pay for the new things she'd need. That means she'll have to talk to her manager or boss to get more hours later.

'Is normal human shampoo fine? Or do I need to get special, rabbit shampoo for my fur? Oh, can't forget to buy some milk and eggs later too....' Hope mentally started a check list of what she'd need to buy once she got her next paycheck, and what she can afford and need to buy sooner, while walking to her station to pick up whatever needed to be delivered.

- Hope soon found out that her new bunny legs made it much easier to deliver items. Hoping from building to building, jumping over people and cars, and doing so without loosing her breath within the first few jumps was socking and awe inspiring. While the rest of her health might be on the low side, at least something about her is strong. It made her smile all during work. -

Then, just when work ended and she was walking home, her life changed once more when she found and met someone who made her realize just what kind of universe she reborn and now living in.

"Oh, shiitake mushrooms...."

-End Chapter-

Hope last touched a Flemish Giant Rabbit - one was for sale at the farmers market - before she was mutated. This is why she is still so tall and didn't shrink, as those rabbits, as the name implies, are giants compared to other rabbits. Some get as big as dogs, and I'm not talking about chihuahuas. They are in fact the tallest and largest rabbits.

The reason she's not freaking out so much is because she already died once. Sure, she doesn't recall it, but she does remember living once before. Now living in a word that looks like a cartoon to her, Hope is beyond the point of caring about the strange things that happen to her. It might be her being an airhead, but Hope just doesn't care at this point - she has no reason to; Her family doesn't care, her boss doesn't care, and no one is really reacting to her mutation.

Because of her being mutated, there will be changes to her DNA, as well as physically of course. Hope is not as weak as before. She has more stamina, can jump high, and her strength is slightly better - she can lift heavier boxes for example, but in no way can she lift steal beams or anything like that. Her legs are stronger than her arms too, for obvious reasons, so she could probably kick down a door if she tried and jump from building to building. She is still sickly, but less so - or, at least, less so in obvious ways. Just because she has more of something, doesn't mean it's a whole lot.

In this story, Hope is more concerned with making a living. Things like money, coupon clipping, doing alright on her online schooling, and trying to make sure there is enough food for her to eat because of her high metabolism takes priority to her first. She is still airheaded and ditsy, but is more focused on something. Hope just wants to live in this new word, and to do that, she needs to make money because her parents are not giving her enough and won't give her more if she asks for it, because they forget to give her more. This does make her health fragile in certain ways and worse in other ways because of stress.

The ROTTMNT Universe is more on the silly side from what I can tell from the four episodes out, so I thought that Hope could get away with being a mutant out in the open because of ignorance, misunderstandings, and overall not caring. This will show more in later parts when Hope is interacting with others besides her ever gone parents.

There will be more dialogue next part, as this one was just an introduction and to show how Hope was mutated and how the city is reacting to it - which there is no reaction because no one cares or notices.