Our world has two dimensions, the normal world, also known as the above surface. Humans and mutants live peacefully there, both races have apartments, house and jobs. The world below, also known as the monster world, it is the second dimension that co-exists with ours, the portal to that world is unknown to us, so unknown that we do not that such a place exists, other than in our nightmares. The creatures that appear in our nightmares are only known to exist due to our imagination and fear, those who have claimed to see these creatures during the day where others cannot see them were considered to be, either with an over active imagination or clinically insane and set to the the 'insanity place,' otherwide known as the inanse institute. 

Private eye office: 1960

Many years ago such a case had been put to rest into the 'forgotten' classified folder due to the subject having vanished one evening during a thunbder storm, many had searched for him, who the 'clinic' had claimed to having escaped from. No-one knew what caused his 'hallucinations' to see these bizarelly described creatures by the fifteen year old, his parents fearing for his stability, they had admitted him into the institution of hopes he would be helped and cured of these delusions of creatures. Several tests were made, each one resulting to a healthy normal teenager, they could not understand what was causing him to surpress into the realm of make belief, to the point of keeping him locked away in a solitary room. That was until he was proclaimed escaping and had gone missing, having dissapeared from his 'room' that thundering night. However, under investigation, no evidence of an escape or forced entry had been found, to keep from any further investigation, 'they' removed every detail and evidence that this teenager had ever existed, soon no-one remembered him, no-one remembered his name, everything about him was forgotten. The birth records, his birth records had mysteriously vanished from every hall of records along with the maturnity hospital, it was as though he was wiped from existance....

                                                    -Detective sgt. Towers
                                                                   1960
                                                            Case unsolved

Present day

Dear Sir,
Regarding your son Mike, he has been acting rather 
unusual as of late, several times he has been found
having a conversation with himself. The conversation
is rather concerning, as he is speaking about unusual
'beings,' we advise you to speak with your son about 
this. We here at Starlight highschool are very concerned
about him, he is, for his best interest suspended for one
week, other students do not feel comfortable around him,
there have been incidents where he will attack on others
for insulting his 'friend.' We do not know who this 'friend' 
of his is, as Mike seems to be the only one who can see him.
This is concerning to us, we understand that children from
the ages of five to ten have imaginary friends, it is rather
unusual for a fifteen year old to have this, let alone be
convinced that he actually exists in reality, we believe he
may be dellusional or is having hallosinasions of a surpressed
memory.
                            yours sincerelly
                           Headmaster of Starlight

Raphael scanned the letter carefully for the third time, not wanting to believe that Mike was acting different, yes he was often seen talking to himself while painting his room, but it was nothing more than just discussing ideas with himself of what posters he would place on the walls, which one would go where, this was usual for him, something he did rather often. But this letter was concerning for Raphael, he refused to believe there was something wrong with his son, from what he observed in his everyday life, Mike was perfectly normal. That was until the fourth day during his suspened week when he found Mike talking to himself as though there was another turtle or person beside him, looking to the side as any one would while talking to someone on a opinon. Still he refused to believe there was something wrong, to prove this to himself he observed Mike while he made a snack for himelf, bringing two plates to his room, setting them down in front of himself, watching as he spoke to himself once again, convinced there was someone in the room with him. Asking and often answering as though he was asked a question about his personal life, it became concerning for Raphael to watch, deciding to put his mind at rest he went to Mike once he felt he was 'alone.'

"Mike, do you mind if I speak with you?" Raphael asked as he sat down at the kitchen table next to Mike.

"Sure daddy, what do you want to talk with me about?" Mike replied smiling at him, setting his comic book aside.

"Well I was wondering who you've been talking to these past few days, I've heard you speaking, but I haven't heard a reply, so I was wondering if a friend of yours is either very shy to speak up or prefers not to speak," he smiled at him, hoping to keep it casual and not suspicious to the point of accusing that he had an imaginary friend as the letter indicated.

"Oh, well he was talking loud to me daddy, sometimes I don't fully see him since the room was too light and he stays in the shadows, he likes the dark a lot, I think it's beacuse he has really dark eyes with bright blue pupils." Mike smiled at him, crossing his arms on the table, getting into a comfortable pose, "I think he's a different type of mutant, since he can move through the shadows and just kinda vanish in them and come out from them too, he's kinda spiky, with spikes coming from his shoulders, head and shell with dark blue markings where the spikes are on his head and shoulders."

Raphael hid his concern, knowing there was no mutant who was able to do this or had that description, slight fear sent a shiver down his spine as he tried to picture what his friend looked like, he mostly feared for Mike's safety. "Does your friend have a name Mike? I might have heard it from his parents talking about him when I come to pick you up after school," he smiled at him, keeping his fear and concern hidden well behind a warm smile.

"Well he said his name was BoogieLeo, or just BL for short, he kinda prefers to be called BL, but he doesn't really talk about his parents, he says his home is the shadows and just him, I don't know if it's true or he's just trying to be cool" Mike replied chuckling, "plus he said he's from a different world, a second dimension below us, he said we're known as the above surface, that's pretty awesome right? it's like he's a...a..um well something anyway," he smiled at him.

"Yes that's rather cool Mike, a different dimension? Really?" he put on a supportive smile to the information he was getting, as it slowly became worrying to him, "it is pretty awesome, I have a friend who would love to hear about that, if you don't mind talking to him about it, he's pretty much always thinking about dimensions and other worlds" he smiled at Mike, hoping he was not sounding as though he was thinking Mike was being a loon.

Mike smiled at him, "sure I don't mind talking to your friend about it, specially if he's into that kind of thing, I can talk to him about it whenever you want since BL went back home, he said he would be back in about two weeks" he said smiling at Raphael, "he didn't say why he was going to be home for two weeks, I'm guessing he's got a month's work of room cleaning to do at home," he chuckled.

Raphael smiled at him giving a chuckle, "I imagine so Mike, you might have given him your bad room cleaning habbits of not cleaning it at all," he smirked at him as he got up, "but for now, it's time for us to be in our rooms sleeping, it's passed ten o'clock and we both need our sleep," Raphael chuckled leaning down, kissing Mike's cheek as he escorted him to his room and bidding him goodnight as he retired to his room, thoughts racing through his mind of what he will be deciding to do in the morning, whether to take him to a doctor or a pschycatrist about this 'friend' he believes he's seeing. Thoughts floating around his mind about what Mike meant by a second dimension and this above surface his 'friend' called it, but the only thing he was hoping was that it was only his imagination running wild and creating a fun passtime for himself. It was good to be sure, as a good parent he wanted and needed to be sure Mike wasn't feeling sick and hallucinating from a fever or possibly taking something he shouldn't be, no, his mind was made up. He was going to make sure Mike was alright and healthy.

Next morning: 10:25am

It had been two hours since Mike was in the pschyciatrists office, talking with Professor Don about his 'friend' BL along with the second dimension, with Don busily writting down the important pieces he picked up from the conversation.

"Tell me more about what your friend has told you about his home," Don smiled at him as he sat in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, his pen in hand whilst listening intently.

"His home? Well he said that it was just like our home, the city. It's exactly the same, except that the grass there isn't green, it's like a purpily pink colour, the trees are sorta a little spooky looking with ashy grey leaves and like a greenish brown trunk," Mike replied crossing his arms on the couch bed as he stared at the ceiling from laying down, "flowers there are different too, they're kinda alive like they have mouths, sometimes they'll talk to you, other times they just watch you pass by."

"I see, that's very interesting. I imagine he has a fun time there huh?" He smiled at him as he wrote down a few things on his description of the second dimension's world view, "what about the people there? Has he spoken to you about them? Any friends he has there he would hang around with?"

"Yeah he pretty much enjoys it. You mean the monsters? Well I know he has a friend he sees all the time when he's there, he's like a changable dragon. He can like go from being a huge full dragon to walking on two legs like us, but still has his wings, tail and horns, plus he can still breathe fire and BL said he can control it to do shapes and stuff." Mike replied smiling, "when he's in full dragon form he's kinda a hundred foot tall, and when he's being like us he's eight foot tall, I haven't seen him yet but I've been told he's muscular and a vegetarian, crazy huh? A dragon that doesn't eat meat, it's like a shark that doesn't kill to feed." He chuckled.

Don chuckled as he wrote, "yes that is rather crazy, considering dragon's were known as meat eaters back in the day, but there were many different species of dragons, perhaps a herbavore fell for a carnivore and they had a dragon who could choose which he would like to eat, an omnivore. Omnivores are able to eat vegetables and meat, where either one is sufficent enough to live off on," he smiled, finishing up on the notes as their time was up, "if you wouldn't mind waiting here one moment while I speak with your father." Don smiled at him as he rose from his seating and walked to the door, closing it behind him.

Mike smiled as he glanced at him giving a nod, "wow really? Who knew, I always thought there was just like one type of dragon," he chuckled and sat up watching him leave the room, tilting his head he decided to investigate in what he wanted to tell Raphael, slowly he snuck to the door, quietly opening it and peeked at them through a slight crack of the opened door, hoping he could hear what they were saying. To no luck could he hear what was being said, only seeing their mouths moving and watching Raphael's expressions change multiple times, going from confused to shocked, from worry to anger and back to worry once again, watching as Don handed over a piece of paper that looked like a note of some sort.

Patient is showing signs of  psychosis, an impaired relationship with reality.
It is a symptom of serious mental disorder, causing hallucinatinos and 
delusions of a make belief world, hallucinations of sensory experiences that
occur within the absence of an actual stimulus, to which he has created a 
delusional world of characters that only exist within his mind, further tests 
to determine how far gone into the world of delusion the patient has planted
himself.

Reading carefully, Raphael glanced towards the room Mike was in and sighed quietly to himself wondering where did he go wrong in raising him, naturally he did the best he could to give him a happy childhood, he was so sure he had. Nothing from memory was ringing any bells to why he would create a world within his mind to escape reality, he suffered no trauma, nothing came to mind on any stressfull events he may have been put through. After what seemed to be an hour, did he speak, "what do you suggest I do to help him through this, that would avoid him being placed elsewhere for treatment?"

Don looked at him, "there isn't much else we could do if it has gone as far as I believe it has, if it has gone that far he will need treatment in an institute. But before I make any descisions on that drastic measure, I would like to conduct two more tests, a word assosiation test and the ink blot test, these will give the final clue to his condition, you may take him home and bring him back the same time as today." He said, giving Raphael a look of sympathy before he returned to the door, stopping a moment as he heard the tapping of quickly running feet, having the suspicion that he had been eavesdropping. Don gave a smile as he walked into the room, "we're done for today Mike, I'll see you again tomorrow, I have a fun game planned that I think you'll like," he smiled.

Mike smiled at him giving a nod, "ok cool, I like games, I'll see you tomorrow, bye professor," he replied walking out the door and over to Raphael smiling up at him, "he was pretty interested in the second dimension, he asked what it looked like and stuff," he chuckled.

Raphael smiled at him, placing his arm around Mike's shoulders as they walked out of the building, "that's great Mike, what say we go get a big pizza and just pig out on it, then watch a few movies in comfort on the couch?" He smiled at him, hoping to hide any worry he had for him so not to cause Mike any worry about this, he hoped it wasn't too far gone and that he could help him through this by his side.