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Symbiote IV: Mutagenic April and Irma

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...and the next Patreon Symbiote Request, for someone who doesn't want a lot of attention.  

But they requested April O'Neil and Irma, if they encountered some mutagen and merged with it... no animal component, just pure mutagenic symbiosis.  This is what that would look like, i think.

They look like they don't mind it, really.

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Shredder's latest mutagen experiment did not go over well with April and Irma. Their human bodies have melted away, replaced with a single mass of radioactive goop that contaminates and mutates all it touches. No longer able to exist on the surface in their present state, the girls have since lived in a secluded part of the NYC sewers. Though the Turtles have promised that they will find a way to change them back, the truth is that April and Irma really don't want to go back. As they now share the same gooey mass, they can psychically share each other's thoughts and feelings in a way they never could as humans.

One night, April and Irma decide that they have had enough of the sewers and leave their chamber. Using their non-solid body, they worm their way through to the surface and find April's old news van, which is big enough to hold all their mass as they drive to freedom in the cover of darkness. They drive to the upstate area where April knows of a small and secluded farm she grew up at. Once there, they begin to build what is essentially a sanctuary for themselves so that they can live to the end of time in the peace and contentment of each other's eternal and gooey embrace.

It's said somewhere in upstate New York is a place where the trees are literally alive... as if protecting something.