my bum over here will overthink everything and that’s the sole reason I like never post anything
the sole stuff I post are like just terrible doodles I fear of posting smth I’m proud of and ppl don’t like it lol
I wish i had something inspirational to say. the truth is i started posting as a shameless 12 year old who never thought she couldn't. I've been through a lot of changes over my life and with my online presence, and while there were stretches of time i wasn't sharing my work, and while i still struggle to share unpolished/messy pieces, I always came back to posting because... well, i like creating things. i like fandom. Fandom is about sharing and community and i wanted to be part of that.
I also post for me. It's cool if other people like my work, but i'd post the same with 5 followers or 5 million. there will inevitably be posts that flop or things people don't like, but the reality is you just kinda shrug and move on. don't tie your self-worth to notes, likes, or comments. No one cared about my posts at all when i first started posting- which yeah, can be a little discouraging... but if i never had 0 note posts then i wouldn't ever have 40k posts, y'know? I wouldn't have met my friends, or been in a nice relationship with my ex, or joined zines, or sold commissions and key chain and stickers, or grown as an artist and a writer.
Sure, you've never gotten a hate comment or felt a little bad about a flop post, but you can block a hater. what about the people you could meet and the opportunities you could gain by taking that first step?
if you're sincere and you're passionate, people will see you eventually. I'm sure they'd love the chance to do so.
Honestly disappointed in the Fandom. I played Dungeons and dragons online last night and made Garmadon and NO ONE HAD TAKEN THAT NAME. MARK OLIVER IS LITERALLY THE VA OF VECNA IN THIS GAME! THEY SHARE A VOICE! *Screech*
a small animation of hazbin hotels lucifer morning star. It took about 2 and a half hours. I am new to animation so any advice would be amazing. Thank you.
[ Animated Commission ♥]
Practicing my beginner-level Blender stuff and thought it would be the easiest way to animate a locket. Tolkien OCs belong to @spasticfanatic and @polyamarhousgarden ♥
ANYONE that has a Ninjago AU omfg, please spill, I really want to hear ur guys’ ideas, AUs are so awesome and it’s so cool that creativity can bring so much insane stuff, DROP THEM NEOWWWWWW (and if u reblog don’t put it in tags…😞) I want to read them, I’m curious…
I myself have an AU!! I'm well aware that I'm not anyone important, but I have an AU called Celestial War! It's about Ninjago falling prey to a demonic angelic war, but the characters aren't themselves in the cannon show. They're each something special.
Zane is a mechanical angel, Lloyd is a demonic angel! To name a few. It features a lot of lore from my original stuff!! it's a fun little story, I hope whoever sees this enjoys.
You can read more here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48025090
This is my attempt at a piece for @spinchip's Draw this in Your Style !
I'm not really someone who draws much but I hope this is a good attempt and that my idea gets across!! (Also I can't draw hands so forgive me for not drawing Vex's hands holding the puppetry things)
A scream ripped through the rundown hospital as Garmadon followed after Christopher.
“Cynder!” He yelped, skidding to a stop and looking back over his shoulder.
“Shit!” Christopher cried as he slammed his heels into the ground. “Give him here!”
“You can’t lift him!” Snapped Garmadon.
“I think I can move again!” Zane yelped.
“Don’t force yourself!” Garmadon looked at him.
“Shut up and go to her!” Zane hissed.
“Are you sure?” Chistopher asked.
“Just go!” Zane managed to squirm his way out of Garmadon’s grasp.
With a swift nod, Garmadon turned and ran down the hall.
“I hope Cynder is alright…” Zane whimpered, looking at his creator.
“Me too.” He nodded in agreement.
“Cynder!” Garmadon yowled, nearly slipping on an unknown liquid.
“What the hell?” The room was foggy, and the thick musty scent in the room made him gag.
“Cyns?” He managed to choke out. No reply. He squinted and walked further into the room.
When the fog began to clear, he gasped.
“Amanda!” He yelped, attempting to rush to her side. The moment his foot hit another puddle, his feet went out from underneath him.
He hissed as he caught himself, nearly bashing the front part of his head. When he looked up, nothing was on the wall. No Cynder wrapped in webs. Just dingy old wallpaper that was falling off slowly. The musty scent had dissipated.
Pushing himself to his feet, he looked around. He let out a light growl as a warning before rushing to the bed Cynder had been in last.
“Amanda!” He shook her. “Wake up!”
“Garmadon…?” She opened her eye, swatting his hands away. “What… What…?”
“Are you alright?” Garmadon swiftly asked.
“I’m fine…” Cynder murmured, closing her eye again.
“Cynder, why did you scream?” He shook her softly.
“Didn’t scream.” She groaned as she rolled onto her other side.
“Come on now… don’t lie.” He grumbled.
“Not lying. Didn’t scream.” She waved him off.
“You… Are you messing with me?” He asked.
“Seriously?” Cynder turned to face him. “I’m not fucking with you. I’m sorry for passing out on you, I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Cynder… you didn’t pass out on me? You were all wrapped in webs on the wall when I got in here!” He gave her a weird look.
“What the hell are you talking about?” She grunted as she sat up, smacking the hands that tried to lay her back.
“You shouldn’t be sitting up…” Garmadon sighed. “We must both be tired, I think we may be seeing things.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Don’t pull that shit on me.” Cynder snapped. “I know you’re hiding something!”
“I-I’m not hiding anything!” Garmadon yelped.
“Liar!” Cynder moved to get up.
“Alright, fine! If I tell you, will you lie back down?” Garmadon bit his lip.
“Fine.” Cynder nodded, stopping in her tracks and lying back.
“I saw you… all tied up in webs on the wall. Zane, Christopher and I all heard you scream.” He looked away from her, feeling guilt swelling in his chest.
“What the hell… All I know is I saw one of your shadows last night, at least I think it was yours.” She looked away from him.
“Cynder, I didn’t place any of my shadows on this floor.” Garmadon blinked.
“How odd. Are you sure it was me who you heard screaming?” She looked at him.
“Yes, I’m one hundred percent positive.” He mumbled.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“Then whatever is going on can turn into us or at least sound like us.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
“We need to figure out what’s around us then. I’d hate to move the troops again.” He sighed heavily.
“We might have to, even if it means temporarily splitting up. It’s better than everyone dying or getting hurt.” She grabbed his hand.
“Damn!” He yanked his hand back.
“What?!” She snapped.
“Your hands are cold!” He yelped, making her laugh. “Don’t laugh! Your hands are freezing! You feel like an ice cube!”
“Isn’t that better than me having a fever from infection?” Cynder asked, prompting Garmadon to touch her forehead.
“You still have a fever, dumbass.” He smirked.
“Yeah, fuckhead?” She smirked back as he leaned over her and stole a kiss. “So what are we going to do?”
“I’m going to talk with Wu, we can’t do much when our main fighters are either incredibly hurt, or away on missions. All we can do is try to find the issue.” Garmadon got up. Cynder snagged his arm before he could move away from the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Stay, please. I want to cuddle.” She whined.
“Cynder… I need to talk to my brother.” He yanked his arm away.
“Just because you’re a demon, doesn’t mean you don’t need sleep, old man.” She grumbled, crossing her arms.
“I know I need to sleep. I’ll come back once I’ve talked things out with Wu, please get some more sleep. Something weird is going on around here.” Garmadon patted her head.
“I want to cuddle… You’re nice and warm. I’m freezing.” Cynder pouted.
“Cynder-”
“Fine. Go talk to your brother and ex-wife!” She huffed, immediately turning away from him.
“Cynder, don’t be like that.” He reached out, placing a hand to her shoulder. She smacked it off.
“No. You always do this, Garm. I love you and you… You never make time for me, then you go off on Zane, being all jealous when it’s you who isn’t making time for me.” She curled up, trying to warm herself.
Garmadon stood there for a moment or two, before sighing and crawling onto the bed.
“And who said you could join me now?” She huffed as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I did. You’re right… I don’t spend nearly as much time with you as I should. I nearly lost you and… and yet I’m so worried about everything else going on that I haven’t spent any time with you at all… I have no right to be jealous if I can’t make time to at least snuggle you for ten minutes.” Garmadon sighed.
Cynder wiggled, squirming slightly. She looked back at him as he pulled her waist up to his.
“You’re just saying that.” She squirmed more as he buried his face in her shoulder.
“No. I miss this.” He mumbled. His eyes felt so heavy. Why was he so much more tired now?
“I miss you too.” She chuckled lightly, turning around to face him. Moving made her body ache, and it made her want to scream, but she wanted to see his face. She needed to know if he was lying or not.
The tired smile he wore told her everything she needed to know. The bags underneath his red eyes made her chuckle.
“You’ve been up too long.” She kissed his cheek.
“Come on, none of that.” He smiled as he stole a kiss.
“Mmm, I’ve missed your kisses.” She purred.
“Maybe you’ll get more if you rest up and actually take care of yourself for once.”
“Such loud words from a man who usually doesn’t care for himself either.”
“Shut your mouth.” Garmadon laughed.
“Make me!” Cynder giggled.
With a roll of his eyes, Garmadon grabbed her chin and kissed her. In that moment, nothing else mattered. His chest ached as he had to pull away.
“I love you so much, I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel as though I don’t.” He held her close, thinking over the image of her on the wall. She hadn’t been moving. Nor breathing.
“I love you too… I know you love me, Garm, I just wish you’d spend more time with me. I know you’re busy, so I try not to hold it against you.” She lightly chuckled, before frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“What I saw earlier… You were dead. Hung up like some child’s art project on a fridge. It… it hurt to see. It hurts to think that you might be killed. I’ve been… taking for granted the fact that you love me and our time together. I need to spend more time with you.” He held her tightly, pulling her body to his to help warm her. She didn’t feel cold to the touch, she felt boiling, but he knew she felt cold. That’s all that mattered. She felt cold, and he wanted to help her feel warm again.
“You’re stupid. You think I’ll just let someone kill me? Garmadon, I love you and I desperately want to be with you. I want to be your wife one day. I can’t be your wife if I end up dying.” Cynder bluntly stated.
“Cynder-”
“No, I won’t die. Not until all this over, not until we’ve lived a full life together. I will see the end of this war. I started it, and I will finish it.”
Garmadon stared at her serious expression, placing his forehead to hers,
“Then I’ll do all I can to help support you.”
“You already do.” Cynder chuckled, stealing another kiss. “You send me to fight, you send me with people who know my skill level and can react properly. Zane and I work wonders in a fight. Lloyd too. The others are good fighters, but they don’t know how to match me like those two do.”
“That’s because they look for strengths and weaknesses in their partners and opponents.” Garmadon held her close, petting her slick hair, the greasy feeling made him cringe. “You need to shower. Desperately.”
“I need to wash my hair, I know. But it’s hard to do. Especially when running water is such a… commodity. Maybe I should cut it.” Cynder sighed, looking at her hair.
“You don’t have to. I’ll help you wash it. It won’t take as long if we both do it.” Garmadon smiled.
“I don’t want to waste water.” She mumbled.
“Cynder, I know you, you love your long hair.” He pet her head.
“Yeah, I do but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s hard to take care of. Besides, you think I’d look cute with short hair, don’t you?” She smiled a little, despite the ache in her chest.
“Even if I did, I know you love your long hair and it helps you feel close to your late brother. I know how much you miss him brushing your hair every night.” Garmadon sighed.
“Time change, and I’m not a little girl anymore. Even if I miss Henry, I’m not some child. I can’t keep having my hair yanked in battle.” Cynder pet her long hair.
“It’s your choice, if you so choose to cut your hair, then I will help you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. The warmth of her forehead made him frown, it worried him. “What a horrible infection.” He mumbled, his pupils flickered to slits before reverting to circles.
“You’re just figuring that out?” She blinked.
“I was worried it was attached to your soul, but no. It’s just a nasty infection in your body. I just… didn’t realize it was so ugly.” He held her close, letting her rest her head on his chest.
“It’s an infection. It wasn’t going to be pretty.” She giggled. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“You need to rest. I’ll sleep once I know you’re out.” Garmadon looked around the room, spotting Zane’s backpack and feeling guilt slip into his mind.
“You’re worried.” Cynder commented.
“Yeah, Zane wasn’t able to move for a while. I’m worried that we won’t be able to save him.” He sighed heavily.
“We’ll figure it out, I’m not just about to sit by and let my best friend die.” Cynder stated.
“You have a lot of faith in the fact we’ll be able to find a cure.” He fidgeted under her judgemental glare.
“There has to be one, Garm, and if I can’t find it… then I’ll summon Lord Death and make a deal. To end all this bloodshed, to end the people getting hurt.” Cynder grunted as Garmadon squeezed her.
“We’ll figure this out, I’m not about to lose you. You’re not making a deal with Lord Death, let that be a last resort… besides, how would you even summon him?”
“I… I don’t know. I’ll find a way.”
“Do you even think he’d help?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not about to let everyone die.”
Garmadon sighed, smiling a little at her resolve.
“You really are a jealous man.” Cynder chuckled and kissed him.
“Yes, yes I am. You’re mine, Cynder, I don’t like the thought of you dying to save Zane… or even me for that matter. I want you alive. I need you alive.” Garmadon’s cheeks were dusted with a light pink.
“Maybe once I’m feeling better, we can have some fun. Go on a little date. Like we used to. Even if it’s just us sitting and talking on the roof of the place, I want more time with you, Lord.”
“Oh god, please don’t call me by my first name.”
Cynder burst out laughing, smiling genuinely.
“By god, you’ll be the death of me!” Garmadon laughed with her, smiling.
“No way! God nor Death can have you!” Cynder giggled.
Garmadon gently pushed her head against his chest, his eyelids felt even heavier than they did before.
“Mmm, we don’t do this enough.” She commented, allowing him to put her head against him.
“We really don’t.” He nodded, nuzzling her.
“Good night, Garmadon.”
“Good night, Cynder.”
Garmadon struggled to keep his eyes from closing, watching Cynder. Once her eye was closed, he rested his head down and dozed off.
“Well this isn’t a sight you see everyday.” A chuckle came, waking Garmadon from his sleep.
“Let us sleep, Kai.” Garmadon grumbled.
“See! I told you, you were being too loud!” Snapped a female voice.
“Look who’s being loud now, Nya!” Kai snapped back.
“Can you both shut up?” Cynder grumbled, not bothering to open her eye.
“Op! We’re sorry to have woken you guys!” Nya yelped.
“I see you’re both back from your missions. Did you manage to get anything?” Garmadon asked, rubbing his eye with one hand and rubbing Cynder’s back with the other.
“Yeah, not much but we managed to get some more medical supplies. And-” Nya motioned to the bed. “A few nice fluffy blankets!”
Cynder gasped, looking at the blanket that rested on top of Garmadon and her.
“Thank you.” Garmadon chuckled.
“Thank you!” Cynder grinned.
“Anytime, Cynder.” Nya smiled. “You need to stop getting hurt, you know.”
“Oh shut up! Getting hurt is normal.” Kai huffed, crossing his arms.
“No it isn’t. Not the amount Cynder does at least.” Nya crossed her arms, glaring at Kai.
“I mean, it can be normal, but we’d rather it not be.” Garmadon explained.
“I’m aware, but in a battle like this, my own safety… it can be cast aside. I heal faster than most after all.” Cynder sighed.
“We know that, but that doesn’t mean you should keep sacrificing your health to save everyone.” Nya let her arms fall to her side as she frowned. “Besides, Garmadon needs you! You can’t marry him if you’re dead.”
“Wait-” Garmadon spoke up.
“Nya, he might know I want to be his wife eventually but-” Cynder began.
“Oh yeah! I found what you asked for, Cynder!” Nya smiled.
“Nya!” Cynder yelped as a small box was pulled from Nya’s pocket.
“See!” She opened the box to show a small pair of matching silver rings.
Garmadon stared at Cynder, “You actually want to marry me?”
“Yes, dumbass.” Cynder snagged the box from Nya and sighed. “I was going to wait until this battle was over to ask you… because I know you’re a busy man and I don’t want you to be shackled to me if I’m just going to die on you.”
“Oh Cynder…” Garmadon pet her cheek with his thumb. “I want to be your husband, and… I don’t know if this fight will ever be over. I don’t want to wait for an eternity to be yours.”
“Heh… I was scared you were going to say no.” She chuckled nervously.
“Why would he say no?” Kai blinked.
“Because I’m a paranoid bitch who gets hurt too much.” Cynder grumbled.
“True.” Kai nodded.
Garmadon glared at him before turning his attention back to Cynder. “I would never say no. I want to be your husband, just as much as you want to be my wife… regardless of our circumstances… I want to be yours.”
“You were always mine.” Cynder smiled.
“Then give me the ring.” Garmadon chuckled.
“What?” Cynder gave him a weird look.
“Oh for christ sake, Cynder!” Nya shouted. “Give him the ring! He’s saying he wants to marry you too!”
“I know that! But the ring deserves a ceremony!” Cynder snapped.
“I didn’t know you wanted a wedding.” Garmadon chuckled.
“I-I have dreams too, ya know!” Cynder growled.
“I know that, I just didn’t think you had any domestic dreams like that.” Nya laughed.
“S-Shut up!” Cynder shouted, the red on her cheeks made Garmadon snicker. “Why are you laughing?!”
“Because you’re cute.” Garmadon silenced her with a kiss.
“We should go give the rest of the blankets out.” Nya commented to Kai.
“Leave one for Zane, please.” Garmadon motioned to the other bed.
“We’re one step ahead of you.” Kai nodded, motioning to the rolled up blanket beside Zane’s backpack.
“Thank you.” Garmadon smiled.
“We should leave the love birds alone.” Nya giggled.
“Oh shut up and leave already!” Cynder hissed.
“Okay, okay!” Nya laughed as she darted from the room.
“Nya! Wait up!” Kai called after her, following her out of the room.
Garmadon chuckled as he looked at Cynder,
“Do you actually want a wedding?”
“Yeah.” She nodded her head.
“That seems out of character for you.” Garmadon commented. “You’re usually not that into traditional things.”
“I never said the wedding would be traditional, either way, I want one. Even if just to say to the world “He’s mine!” or something like that.” Cynder chuckled.
“Cynder?” Zane asked, knocking on the door as he entered with a backpack.
Cynder let out a noisy groan, opening her eye as she glanced at him.
“The pain medication they must have given you must be something else, huh?” Zane chuckled, sitting on the bed adjacent to hers.
She looked at him with a half lidded eye, before flipping him off. This made the mechanical angel wheeze.
“Yeah? What’s that for?” He laughed, setting his backpack on the ground beside the bed.
“You stayin?” She grunted.
“Garmadon has asked me to keep an eye on you.” He smiled at her.
“Of course he did.” She slurred most of her words.
“Perhaps it would be best if you didn’t talk.” Zane snickered.
“Shut up.” She grumbled, attempting to sit up a little.
“Ah!” Zane jumped from his spot on his new bed and rushed over to her. He laid her back down with wide eyes. “You should not sit up! My father has told me your wounds are deep. You need to rest.”
“You know I hate bed rest.” She glared at him.
“I do, but you will not be alone this time. I will be here to keep you company.”
“More like annoy me.”
Zane laughed, smiling as she did.
“How you feeling, big boy?” Cynder grinned.
“I could be better, considering there is a parasite gnawing on my soul.” He chuckled.
Cynder’s expression fell and she sighed.
“Is something wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” She looked away.
“For what?”
“For not being able to stop them, for not getting to you in time.”
“Cynder,” Zane looked her dead in the eye. “You fought and nearly died to protect me. Please do not write that off. You did your best, and that is all I shall ever ask of you. Nevertheless, you also couldn’t know that they would start trying to manually place parasites on us. The fact this is a new thing concerns me.”
“Me as well.” Cynder squirmed a little.
“Stay lying down please.” Zane sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Ugh. I want to get back onto the field.” She kicked off the blankets.
“I know… I can feel it too.” He glanced at her before looking at the door. “Someone is coming.”
“I can hear too, dip shit.” She growled, playfully.
“Whatever you say, bitch.” Zane laughed.
Cynder smiled as he laughed, reaching out to pat his head.
“I’m still sorry though. I wish I could have gotten you back faster.”
“You did your best, and nearly died to protect Lloyd and I. You do that for everyone, please do not pass it off so lightly.” He shifted to let her touch his hair. He knew it was a comforting thing for her.
The only reason she liked his hair so much was the silky texture, compared to the roughness of the blankets, he was aware of the comfort the softness was in comparison.
“Lay down with me?” She asked softly.
“Sure.” Zane helped her move to the side so he could lie beside her. “These were not made for two people.” He stated.
Cynder looked at him before snuggling up to him. The thin, scratchy blanket did little to warm her.
“You are cold.” Zane blinked, realizing the true reason she wished to cuddle. She nodded as he wrapped his arms around her. “Fret not, I shall warm you.” He smiled as she punched him playfully in the shoulder.
“Shush. Don’t get too loud, folks will think we’re up to something.” Cynder chuckled.
“Let them think as they will, you are my best friend. You are cold. I will happily help warm you any day.” Zane stated. “Especially since you are hurt. I will help care for you until you recover.”
“Oh shush! You’re hurt too. You need to take care of yourself too.” Cynder snapped at him, groaning softly as he grazed a wound.
“S-sorry.” Zane stuttered, moving his arm up a little.
“Thanks.” Cynder rested her head on his chest.
“Garmadon will not get jealous will he?” Zane asked.
“Will Pix?” Cynder blinked.
“I highly doubt it, she’s aware you are my best friend and nothing more.” Zane chuckled. “Such a silly question.”
“Your question was silly too.” She grumbled.
“Perhaps so, but Garmadon is a touch more jealous. Especially after what happened with Misako.”
“True, but he knows I’m not her. If he’s an issue with it, I’ll talk to him later about it. Plus, he told you to keep an eye on me. What’s a better way to keep me in bed than to cuddle and talk?” She wiggled a little bit, trying to find a more comfortable position.
With a light hum, Zane looked to the door. There were footsteps and had been for a while. Yet no one had come in.
“Is someone there?” He spoke, raising his voice a little so the person in the hall could hear him.
No response, not even footsteps running off.
“Zane?” Cynder attempted to sit up.
“No!” He yelped, lying her back down and shifting so he could. “I will go check it out. My condition is less dire.”
“I’d argue that’s not true.” Cynder murmured.
“Not now. We can argue once I know we are safe.” Zane told her, getting out of the bed. He peered around the corner of the broken door frame.
Nothing. No one was there.
“Perhaps we are losing our minds.” Zane chuckled, turning towards Cynder. The moment he looked at Cynder, he could hear it. The millions of whispers. He couldn’t understand a single sentence.
“Zane?” She spoke up. “Are you good there?”
As if he had been going mad, the whispers were silenced.
“D-did you hear that?” Zane asked, looking around with wide eyes.
“No?” Cynder blinked. “Maybe we should call your father?”
“N-no, I’m fine. I just… thought I heard something.” Zane sighed. “You heard the footsteps too, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but you forget how intensely paranoid I am.” Cynder dryly stated.
“True.” Zane hummed.
“That wasn’t nothing though, I know you. You down play shit.” She sat up a little bit, only to be pushed back down by Zane.
“Relax, I am fine.” He told her. “I just… heard whispers for a moment. I must be tired.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Aight, well, get to bed.”
“Would you still like to cuddle?”
“Yeah.”
“Wonderful.”
Now cuddling on the broken down bed, Zane looked around one last time before resting his head besides Cynder’s. Unknown to either of them, a figure stood in the corner, staring. That figure tilted their head, covering their mouth to suppress a giggle before they disappeared from sight.
Upon waking up, Cynder noticed the lack of warmth and sat up quickly. She held her stomach, looking around for Zane. He was lying in his own bed, facing away from her.
“Zane?” She spoke up. She then noticed the hush whispering. “Zane!”
“Huh?” Zane turned over to face her, eyes drooping as he tried to stay awake.
“Do you hear that?” She asked softly.
Zane let out a small noise before rolling back over.
She understood, parasites were no laughing matter and it was probably tiring him out. Shrugging it off, Cynder laid back.
The whispering did not silence.
With another groan, Cynder sat up. The pain shocked her, making her gasp for air.
“Ugh… I need pain pills.” She grumbled, her body ached. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stood. The room was hazy as she looked around. She grabbed the side of the bed as she looked around the rundown room.
From peeling wallpaper to the dusty smell, this place felt like home.
That was the problem. She hated her old home.
She staggered from beside her bed, holding her stomach. She glanced at the door, noticing a shadow.
“Garmadon?” She called out as a figure rushed away. “Definitely not Garmadon.”
She shuffled from the room, watching her surroundings. She leaned against the wall once she was out of the room, her knees begging to buckle.
“Fuck.” She didn’t need some parasitic demon or angel scouting around and revealing their location.
“Come back here!” She shouted, trying to run after the figure.
The pain of moving her legs was shocking. She normally had a better handle on physical pain. So why did it hurt so much?
Cynder took off down the hall, running after the figure as it ran through the stairway door.
“Shit.” Cynder wheezed as she paused by the archway. Her lungs felt like they were burning. Her vision was blurring. The shadow poked its head out, hearing her wheeze.
“Please… Come here, I won’t hurt you.” Cynder spoke in a softer tone. She noticed that the shadow… it wasn’t very big.
The small shadow creeped out from the doorway, and a smile appeared on Cynder’s face.
“Garmadon… Your shadows are playing around again!” She shouted, giggling.
The small creature wobbled over to her, purring.
The shock of agony that washed over her as she knelt down made her bite her lip.
“Fuck.” Her vision blurred again, she could’ve sworn she heard demented laughter as her vision faded in and out.
The small creature, it was coming from the small creature. Before Cynder could react, it disappeared.
“Garmadon?” She whimpered, collapsing onto her side. Her blurred vision soon went black, lying in the middle of the stairway.
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“Cynder?” Garmadon called out. Something had woken him up. The familiar shout of his name was not unusual. It was from Cynder though. His pointed ears twitched, as he wrinkled his nose.
The room stunk of death, it was giving him the creeps.
Throwing the tattered blanket off, he was swift to get on his feet.
“Cynder?” He called as he left the bed and his room. “Cynder, don’t tell me you followed my shadows again!” He laughed awkwardly, noticing the eerie silence. It was never this quiet. There was a lack of noise, making him worry this was a dream.
It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like something was wrong.
Noticing a body near the stairs, Garmadon’s eyes opened wide.
“Cynder!” He screamed, rushing to her side. She was shivering, but the moment he placed a hand on her, it felt like she was burning up.
“No doubt you’ve got an infection…” Garmadon frowned, scooping her up. “Not the issue right now…” He looked around. Something must have woken her. What it was, he wasn’t sure. Something didn’t feel right about the silence though.
“Christopher!” Garmadon shouted, “Cyrus, you too! We’ve an emergency!” There had been a small puddle of blood Cynder had been lying in. From the smell alone, Garmadon knew it was her own. He took off running, the silence made the fall of his feet feel even louder than usual.
“Cyrus!” Garmadon shouted. The two usually slept in the room at the end of the corridor. The hall wasn’t ending as he ran.
“What the hell?” He paused, stopping to look around. “I must be dreaming…”
He shook his head, feeling a strange tug on his soul. His vision blurred for a split second, and when it came back, he was kneeling on the floor next to Cynder’s body.
“What… just happened?” Garmadon stuttered, before shaking his head. “Not important.” he mumbled, noticing the blood puddle getting bigger under Cynder. “Shit.”
He was quick to scoop her back into his arms and take off down the hall.
The silence was gone and some small chatter could be heard.
“Christopher!” Garmadon screeched as he slid to a stop in front of the double doors. “We've got an emergency!”
Opening the door, the demon blinked a few times.
“You’ve no need to scream, I’m wide awake, Garm.” Christopher opened one of the two doors, rubbing his eyes. It took him a moment to process the words Garmadon had said. It took him even longer to notice that Cynder was in his arms, blood dripping onto the floor.
“Shit!” Christopher yelped, “Cyrus!!” He turned, motioning for Garmadon to come in as he ran to go wake him up.
“Yes… Christopher?” Cyrus groggily sat up.
“Cynder ripped her stitches!” Christopher yelped.
“Oh good god.” Cyrus groaned. “You woke me up for that?” He flopped backward and turned onto his side.
“Cyrus, so help me, I will kick you off the damn bed. Get up.” Christopher hissed.
“Fine, fine!” Cyrus huffed, carefully sitting up and climbing into his wheelchair. “What’d she do this time?” He groaned.
“I’m not sure, actually.” Garmadon sighed heavily.
“From what I can see, she didn’t rip her stitches.” Cyrus commented as he grabbed his glasses.
“What do you mean?” Asked Garmadon.
“It looks like she was stabbed, she didn’t have any wounds on her stomach, Garm.” Cyrus explained.
“What?!” Garmadon shouted as he gently placed Cynder on one of the beds.. “I-I will find the traitor while she is-”
Cyrus adjusted his glasses as he began to look her over.
“I don’t know if anyone else did this, you know how Cynder can be. She might have done this to herself.” Christopher commented. “Even in a weakened state, Cynder can still fight. None of us heard a struggle. She did this to herself.”
“No… I don’t think she did, Christopher.” Cyrus spoke up. “Looking at her, it looks like her scar on her stomach popped open.”
“That’s impossible!” Garmadon yelped.
“Not impossible, but it is super unlikely. This is incredibly strange.” Cyrus was looking her over. “We need to patch her up right now though. She’s very pale, she’s likely lost a lot of blood and will need a transfusion.”
“Shit.” Garmadon sighed.
“Yeah.” Cyrus looked at him. “She’s not going to survive without one.”
“We don’t have her blood type, Cyrus.” Christopher spoke up.
“Well you both better find it or else we’re doomed.” Garmadon sighed.
“We can figure something out, but I need to patch her up without you yammering and panicking in my ear. So please leave.” Cyrus shooed him out.
Once Garmadon had stepped away, Christopher leaned over Cyrus’s shoulder.
“So what’s the verdict?”
“This does look like someone else did it. Someone ripped it open. My concern is… was it Garmadon?” Cyrus busied his hands as he began to clean the wound.
“What do you mean?” Christopher asked.
“I heard Cynder calling out for him earlier. I’m worried he got a bit… too jealous and hurt her.”
“Jealous of what?”
“Zane and her relationship. You know how he worries over it. They were cuddling earlier.”
“I highly doubt Garmadon would do this.”
“You never know, Christopher. You never know.” Cyrus sighed as his hands stilled. The wound was properly patched up and cleaned the best they could do.
“We don’t have her blood type, nor the soul energy to help her survive though, Cyrus. Garmadon might be foolish but he’s not that foolish.” Christopher stated.
“Good point.” Cyrus groaned. “What if someone found us because of her?”
“Cyrus, I-”
“No! What if someone did? You know just as well as I do that if she wasn’t who dragged Zane back, we might not have to move so much sooner!”
“Excuse me?” Christopher’s pupils became slits. “That’s my son you are talking about!”
“I’m not saying that!” Cyrus snapped, “I’m saying she should have let someone else pick him up!”
“And who would have? Cynder is-”
“Cynder was and is hurt! She should have asked for help at least!” Cyrus hissed.
Christopher sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his pupils returned to circles.
“You really do hate her.”
“Yes.” Cyrus nodded.
“Don’t let that get in the way of your work ever again, got it? And please don’t imply that she should have let my son die. How would you like it if I suggested that Pixal should be dead?” Christopher snorted.
“Pixal isn’t dumb enough to nearly die.” Scoffed Cyrus.
“I swear to the Kingdom of the Damned, I’m going to kill you one of these days.” Christopher growled, getting in Cyrus’ face.
“You know that isn’t what I meant!” Squeaked Cyrus.
“Can you both stop being gay for one another for one minute…?” Cynder croaked.
“Cynder!” The two yelped.
“How are you… awake?” Cyrus blinked. “Let alone alive?”
Cynder shrugged as she sat up, holding her head. When Cyrus went to lie her down, she swatted his hands away.
“Why were you out of bed?” Christopher asked, sternly.
“I heard whispers and saw a shadow. I thought it was Garm’s energy again, but it wasn’t. I don’t think it was at least. I passed out before I could follow it to him.”
“A shadow?” The duo looked at each other.
“Cynder, you need to rest more.” Cyrus forcefully laid her down. “You aren’t making much sense. Garmadon’s shadows don’t whisper.”
“Well this one did.” Cynder grumbled.
“Either his powers are getting out of hand due to your soul’s energy or something is wrong here.” Christopher sighed.
“I’ll go talk to him.” Cyrus replied, rolling his chair out of the room. He managed to find Garmadon sitting not too far from the double doors.
“Eavesdropping again?” Cyrus teased.
“I was worried.” Garmadon sighed. “But I couldn’t hear much. Just the eerie silence.”
“What… silence?” Cyrus raised a brow.
“That silence.” Garmadon paused for a moment.
“This is weird. This place is anything but silent, Garm. Are you okay?” Cyrus asked softly.
“I’m fine, beyond being very worried.” Garmadon responded.
“This is odd. Cynder mentioned whispering and now you say this place is silent. Something isn’t adding up here.” Cyrus murmured. “Either way, Cynder needs to rest now more than ever. She cannot be up and moving around.”
“Noted. I’ll keep an eye on her.” Garmadon nodded.
“I would have Zane do it. That way you have time to work too.” Cyrus commented.
“Fair enough. I’ll talk to Zane and ask what happened.” Garmadon nodded and got up from his spot on the ground.
“Thank you.” Cyrus waved him off.
“Before I go… will she be okay without the blood?” Garmadon asked.
“She woke up, so… she should be fine. Knowing her.” Cyrus shrugged.
“She what now?” He froze in place.
“Cynder woke up. It’s strange, even to us.” Cyrus sighed.
“Her soul is something else.” Garmadon muttered.
“It really is.” Cyrus nodded in agreement.
“Thank you.” Garmadon began walking again. “How strange.” He told himself.
Once at the room Cynder was sharing with Zane, he looked around. Zane was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“You good?” Garmadon walked over.
“Hm?” Zane slowly sat up, holding his head. “I am intensely dizzy.”
“Ah.” Garmadon nodded. “You want me to get your father?”
“This is a side effect, he has already informed me of this.” Zane sighed. “Where is Cynder?”
“She’s in with Christopher and Cyrus. She got hurt earlier. Why did you let her leave the bed?” Garmadon’s tone became cold at the end.
“Let her?” Zane blinked. “I would never. I didn’t know she left the bed.”
“She’s a noisy person, Zane. You must have let her.” Garmadon snarled.
“I assure you, I did no such thing. She was in bed, to my knowledge, all night.” Zane glared back at Garmadon. “She is my best friend, you believe I would allow her to get hurt when she’s saved my skin more times than I care to count?”
“I believe you get jealous of my relationship with her and sometimes regret that you chose Pix.” Garmadon glared back.
“Excuse me?” Zane scoffed. “I love Pixal, how dare you say such words!”
“Cynder is hurt. You were supposed to be watching her!” Snapped Garmadon.
“You are just angry and looking for an outlet, aren’t you?” Zane sighed, rubbing his temples.
“No!” Garmadon hissed, and then paused. “Yes…” He deflated.
“You are worried.” Zane chuckled. “I am sorry, but to my very knowledge, she was here all night. I noticed her missing earlier when I woke up but the moment I tried to move it felt like the world was going to crash to the ground.”
“You need to see your father then.” Garmadon sighed heavily.
“I will see father later, I would like to discuss your jealousy towards my relationship with Amanda.” Zane crossed his arms.
“Her name is Cynder. You know she hates that name.” Garmadon crossed his arms, feeling vulnerable.
“I know, but that was just my point. You are jealous of my closeness to her.” Zane looked dead into Garmadon’s red eyes. “Why?”
“I… I don’t know.” Garmadon arms falling to his sides as he looked away.
“I do. You are afraid I will steal her away, like Wu did with Misako. I assure you, I am in a happy relationship with Pixal. I have no intentions of stealing Cynder away. She is just my best friend. I see her as such.” Zane stated, matter of factly.
“I’m sorry, Zane.” Garmadon looked back at him.
“Fret not, I am not offended.” Zane smiled a little. He perked up for a second, the smile fading from his features. “Did you hear the whispers last night?”
“Whispers?” Garmadon raised a brow.
“Yeah. There were odd whispers.” Zane commented.
“There was an odd silence earlier.” Garmadon commented. “But I've not heard any whispers.”
“Strange. Perhaps it is this thing on my soul trying to mess with my head.” Zane grimaced as he placed a hand to his head, trying to steady himself.
“You going to be okay?” Garmadon helped him lie back down.
“I need to rest.” Zane sighed. “I will check on Cynder later.”
“She’s right here.” Christopher spoke up, making the two jump. Cynder was nestled into Christopher’s arms, out cold.
“She passed out, didn’t she?” Garmadon sighed,
“Yeah.” Christopher nodded. “She needs to sleep. Her mental state is awful.”
“I’m not surprised.” Zane chuckled lightly.
“You never are.” Christopher chuckled back.
“Why would I be? Cynder is rather predictable.” Zane smirked a little bit. “Not to mention, I have to know her, I have to know how she is so I know how she fights. Without knowing her mental state, I can’t gauge how reckless she will be. So I have to be aware of how she is.”
“You two and how close you are makes me jealous.” Garmadon grumbled.
“I am well aware, old man.” Zane teased, making Garmadon smile and roll his eyes.
“You’re going to be the death of me, kid.” Christopher laughed.
“Why you? Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” Laughed Garmadon.
Garmadon approached Christopher and carefully took Cynder from him and then placed her on the bed.
“Thank you, my back hated me holding her for that long.” Christopher stretched before pressing on his back. A soft crack was heard, making Garmadon grimace.
“You need to do some lifting, father.” Zane looked around, before lying back down.
“Are you alright, Zane?” Christopher approached him.
“I am very dizzy.” Zane stated, he felt like he would throw up.
“Ah. Yes… the side effects.” Christopher murmured. “You need to try to sleep, and hopefully it will help you gain some of your energy back.”
“I do not know if it will, father.” Groaned Zane, placing an arm over his eyes. The light felt like fire, like it would dry them out.
“Zane?” Garmadon spoke up after a few seconds.
“Please be quiet. My head is throbbing.” Zane mumbled.
Christopher’s eyes clicked closed, sensing the area.
“Dear the Damned!” He yelped. “I need to get to work. Zane, come with me!”
Zane attempted to sit up, or at least he thought he had.
“Father?”
“Yes?”
“I cannot move.”
“Shit.” Christopher gulped.
“I’ll pick him up and bring him. Give me a moment.” Garmadon set Cynder down on the other bed and rushed over to Zane. He scooped him into his arms and rushed out of the room, following Christopher.
A figure stood in the room, in the corner. It giggled, covering its mouth to hide the noise.
“Huh…?” Cynder opened her eyes for a brief moment, blinking. “Hello?” She slurred, reaching out to the strange shadow of a figure. “Garmadon?” Her vision faded to black as the figure’s giggles got louder.
Due to AO3 being down, I figured I might as well post this on here too!!
Long before time had a name, we lived in peace and harmony. Until one day, all of that changed. A warrior, a young girl of some kind, instructed by the wrong advice and broke a treaty from years ago. The war she caused is not without much loss, possibly even her own life is to lose. To this day, she strives to make things right, helping all she can, and working with a group of misfits to hopefully, one day, stop the infection.
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As the rain poured onto the ground below, a man ran through the linoleum halls of a run down building. The taps of his shoes echoed throughout the empty halls. The place stunk of dust and decay. So the smell of rain was a welcomed scent as it wafted in from the broken windows.
“Cynder!” The man cried out as he threw open one of the doors.
“Stop shouting! People are trying to sleep!” Snapped a man in a wheelchair. He was beside one of the two beds in the room. The man who sat in the wheelchair had bags under his eyes from working all night.
“Is Cynder alright?” Noticing how the woman on the bed didn’t stir from his shouting, his concern grew. “Why is she not waking up?”
“Garmadon, I had to heavily sedate her. She was trying to get up every five minutes, you know how much she hates bed rest.” The man in the wheelchair groaned.
“I’m well aware of her hatred towards sitting around, Cyrus.” Garmadon sighed. “How’s Zane holding up? I heard they both got wounded in battle.”
“Cynder took the brunt of it, from what I could see… However, from what I heard from the witnesses, they attached something to Zane’s soul.” Cyrus sighed heavily. “I don’t know the details, given the fact Zaned is still with Dr. Julien.”
“That’s not good.” Garmadon sighed as he began to approach the bed and placed a hand to Cynder’s face. “You’re so reckless, my love.”
“She really is.” Cyrus bit his lip when Garmadon glared at him. “Don’t look at me like that, had I not sedated her, we both know she would have ripped out the stitches by moving around too much.”
“Her wounds are that bad?” Garmadon asked.
“Yes. She’ll be in recovery for a while.” Cyrus sighed heavily. “She’s not going to like it.”
“I know, but I’ll make sure she stays on bed rest the best I can.” Garmadon rubbed his thumb against Cynder’s cheek. “You silly girl.”
“It’s not just physical wounds though, Garmadon, Cynder is blaming herself for Zane getting hurt.” Cyrus looked out the shattered window at the rain that was falling.
“Do we know why?” Garmadon looked at Cyrus.
“Why wouldn’t the Knight Killer feel bad? She’s who started this whole mess and by breaking the treaty!” Snapped Cyrus.
“Don’t you dare call her that! She’s been working very hard to fix her mistakes!” Garmadon hissed, his pupils turned to slits.
“She’s the reason this mess happened in the first place! She’s the reason the treaty fell apart. Had she not killed the Knights of the Damned, none of this would have happened!” Cyrus growled back, narrowing his eyes at Garmadon.
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you!” He snarled, his nails began to turn black as they sharpened.
“Threatening the only doctor you know is not a good idea! I don’t have to help her, Garmadon!!” Yelled Cyrus.
“Can you two please shut the hell up!?” Shouted a younger male voice.
“Lloyd!” The two yelped.
The young man stood in the doorway, holding his side as he leaned against the door’s frame.
“Did we wake you up? Cyrus asked, softly.
“Yeah, you both did with your stupid yelling.” Lloyd huffed. “First of all, Cyrus, you have no proof that this wouldn’t have happened without Cynder. Second of all, she doesn’t deserve to have you holding that over her head. Thirdly, dad, stop threatening Cyrus. He’s not going to change his mind about her if you keep yelling at him about her.”
“I’m sorry, Cyrus.” Garmadon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“I’m not apologizing.” Cyrus grumbled, crossing his arms.
“Cyrus, don’t be a child. You know her just as well as we all do. She was tricked into this life. You have zero proof that the treaty wouldn’t have been broken regardless of her involvement.” Lloyd glared.
“I-I don’t have to prove anything to you!” Cyrus yelped.
“Yeah, you kind of do.” Lloyd’s turned pure white, only two green slits in them as he began to walk towards Cyrus. “You shouldn’t say such things about her.”
“Lloyd, relax, it’s fine! Why does it matter what I think anyways!?” Stuttered Cyrus.
“It matters since you’re the one caring for her health. No wonder her mental health is falling apart.” The lights above them crackled to life for a brief moment before blowing out.
Cyrus yelped as he rolled back and hit the wall.
“Now Lloyd, killing me will shove nothing!” Cyrus was shaking.
“I never said I’d kill you.” Lloyd growled.
“Lloyd, enough of you scaring him. You shouldn’t be using up this much energy while you're still on a low charge.” Garmadon stepped in between the two.
Cyrus let out a loud sigh as Lloyd’s iris reappeared around his slits,
“Please, just calm down, both of you. I’m allowed my own opinions.”
“I take it back, maybe I will kill you.” Lloyd snarled out.
“Lloyd, killing him will do you no good.” A voice came from the doorway once more.
“Zane!” Lloyd yelped, turning to face him.
“Go get some more rest. You’re the one on a low charge.” Zane murmured.
Lloyd stood there, staring.
“Lloyd?” Zane blinked.
“What the hell is that on your soul!?” Lloyd yelled in surprise.
“A parasite.” Zane sighed heavily. “It is slowly eating my soul. It is exhausting. Father found a way to slow it down, but we are unable to remove it.”
“Good god!” Yelped Garmadon.
“Nothing about God is good.” Grumbled Zane.
“Maybe don’t say that? You never know what’s listening.” A man chuckled as he appeared behind Zane.
“Hello father.” Zane smiled.
“Dr. Julien, why can’t you remove the parasite?” Lloyd asked.
“Well, parasites are a tricky thing. And the fact I was able to slow it down is a miracle. Removing it would require a Death family member. I am not such a thing.” Dr. Julien sighed.
“Christopher, will he be alright?” Cyrus rolled over to Zane, looking him up and down.
“Maybe? We don’t know yet, I’ll have to monitor him. This isn’t looking good though, parasites are a nasty thing…” Christopher sighed.
“As we all know.” Zane mumbled, looking at Cynder. “Is she alright? The moment the parasites got too close, she was fighting viciously and recklessly. Especially once I was on the ground. She refused to let up until they backed off.”
“She… will need to be on bed rest.” Cyrus sighed. “She’s very hurt, and knowing her, she’ll have to keep being sedated or else she’ll rip the stitches.”
“Cyrus, I don’t see why you hate her so much. She fights for everyone, she does her best. She recklessly fights until she thinks everyone is safe. She’d rather have died than have seen this all happen. You know this.” Christopher spoke up.
“I don’t hate her, I just wish she didn’t exist! None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for her!” Cyrus snapped.
“Are you sure about that?” A gruff tone startled them all. “You seem to think that I’m the one who’s at fault for all of this. All I did was jump start it. If not me, it would’ve been someone else. And you’ve no idea what kind of morals that person could’ve had.”
“Cynder!” Garmadon rushed over to the bed, laying her back down.
“Stop it.” Cynder growled out, pushing Garmadon away. “He doesn’t get it. You don’t get it.” She glared at Cyrus. “Now I get it. Why you never fully help me despite being capable of it. Despite knowing how to help me, you never do more than what’s needed to patch me up or keep me quiet.”
“Cynder-” Cyrus began, putting up his hands.
“No.” She hissed, getting up. The blanket fell to the ground. “You seem to hate me, but I’ve done everything in my power to make up for my misdeeds. Yeah, I started this fight, but I’ll make sure I’m the one to finish it.”
“Please lie back down, you’ll rip the stitches!” Cyrus frantically moved his hands.
“Your stitch work is sloppy anyways.” Cynder growled out. “It always comes undone and Zane always has to redo it! You hate helping me, admit it!”
“I-I!” Cyrus stuttered, tears welling in his eyes. He was shaking like a leaf.
“Admit it!” Cynder yelled, hitting her fist into the wall. It crumbled around her hand.
“I wish you didn’t exist, okay! I do hate helping you! I hate helping the reason that we’re all going to die!” Cyrus cried out.
“Get out.” Cynder hissed. “Before you get torn to shreds.” She pointed to the door.
Lloyd’s iris had disappeared once more, as the room began to crackle with energy.
Zane was livid, his mechanical wings had popped open, blocking the doorway.
“You bastard!” The two yelled in duo.
“Do you know what you just admitted to?!” Yelped Christopher.
“Oh, I’m sure he knows.” Garmadon muttered in a strangely calm tone.
“Zane, let Cyrus pass.” Christopher yelped.
“Why should I?” Zane’s tone was cold as ice. “He has admitted to hating the very reason we are still able to be alive right now.”
“We wouldn’t have to worry about dying if it were for her!” Cyrus yelled.
“Do you know nothing?” Zane asked.
“What do you mean?” Cyrus gulped.
“You know nothing, I understand, but this was inevitable. As Cynder mentioned it’s nearly impossible to have known if this would have begun without her help. I believe it would have. The treaty was very fragile to begin with, Cyrus. If not Cynder, someone with less morals might have started this fight. We would not be alive if it weren’t for the fact Cynder has some morals.” Zane took a step forward towards Cyrus. “And for that reason, and that alone, you need to understand that she is the very reason we are alive right now. So actually help her, and if you do not, I will be the one shredding you apart, tearing you limb from limb.” Zane loomed over Cyrus, leaning over to get in his face.
Cyrus was shaking as he shrink in his chair, trying to move away from the mechanical angel.
“Y-Yes Sir! Right away!” Yelped Cyrus. “C-Cynder, c-can-”
“I don’t trust him to actually treat her and not try to poison her.” Lloyd interrupted, crossing his arms.
“Why would I poison her?!” Cyrus yelped.
“Do we even have any poison?” Garmadon raised a brow.
“Don’t answer that, please!” Cyrus looked to Christopher.
“I didn’t plan to. I’m not stupid enough to let him poison you, Cyrus.” Christopher sighed heavily. “But I do agree with Zane, she might have made a mistake but she is trying to work to fix it. So properly treat her, please, she’s the strongest fighter here. We need her on our team and we need her in the best shape possible. If you decide to do that again, where you only do the bare minimum to help her, there will be hell to pay. Whether by my hand, or all of theirs.”
“Christopher-” Cyrus began.
“Not buts, Cyrus. This isn’t a situation where you can let your personal opinion get in the way. You want to survive? Well, fix her up. She is the reason all of us are still able to be here. She fights tooth and nail for all of us. You don’t know the amount of guilt she feels either.” Garmadon looked at Cynder with a soft look in his eyes. “She didn’t start this fight on purpose, but at least she’s trying to put an end to it.”
“Not to mention none of us could have known that the angels and demons fighting would be corrupted by the parasites. We were left open, there was nothing that said that would happen. No one could have known that would happen. So shut up and get to work.” Lloyd watched as Cyrus rolled over to the bed.
“I’ll stay and monitor him to make sure he doesn’t hurt her.” Christopher spoke up. “If he tries to, he will be punished severely.”
“Sir!” Cyrus gasped.
“You dug yourself into this hole, some things are best left unsaid, Dr. Borg.” Christopher blankly stated.
“I-I-” Cyrus stuttered.
“Shut up and get to work.” Cynder growled.
“Alright boys, time to leave the doctor’s to their work.” Garmadon managed to shoo Zane and Lloyd out as he walked out.
“Do you really believe Cyrus will listen to my father?” Zane asked softly.
“I think he will if he’s smart.” Garmadon grumbled.
“You seem awfully calm, dad.” Lloyd glanced at his father.
“Oh, I’m not calm. I just seem so. I’ve never felt this angry in my life.” Garmadon chuckled.
“Oh.” Lloyd blinked. “Is it the so angry you’re calm kind of thing?” Lloyd asked.
"Yeah. That.” Garmadon nodded. “Now, both of you need to get some rest. Back to the beds with you.” He smiled softly at his son and the mechanical angel. Lloyd nodded his head and shuffled off back to his room. Leaving Zane and Garmadon standing in the dingy hallway of the run down hospital
“Yes.” Zane nodded. “Now… which room was I in again…?”
“I’ll show you.” Garmadon chuckled. “Allow me to lead the way. All this fighting… you must have hurt your head.”
“No, father said this will be a side effect of the parasite. As long as I keep my wits about me, I should be fine.” Zane sighed heavily.
“Hm…” Garmadon let out a soft hum.
“What is wrong?” Zane asked, rubbing his eyes.
“I’m just worried about Cynder. I’m worried she’ll try to rip the stitches or move around too much if I leave her on her own. Alas, my brother and I need to start strategizing though. Most of our top fighters are down for a little while, you included.” Garmadon looked around, gazing out one of the broken windows.
“I can stay with her, if you would prefer. I need as much rest as I can get. Not to mention, I highly doubt anyone would try anything with us both in the room.” Zane smiled a little bit. “It will be like a sleep over.”
Garmadon fidgeted, walking over to the window.
“What’s wrong? Are you worried I will do something?” Zane asked, approaching.
“No, not you. That.” Garmadon pointed out the window. “You both may not have time to recover before we’ve got to move the troops again.”
“This is the safest place that can house us all. Moving us again would be foolish.” Zane stated.
“I’m… aware, but with you, Lloyd, and Cynder down, we might not have a choice but to split up.” Garmadon was watching out the window.
“I would talk to Wu and Misako, before you go rushing off.” Zane spoke up after a moment or two of silence.
“I will. Get your stuff, kid, keep an eye on Cynder for me. Would you?” Garmadon grinned at him.
“Of course… Can you lead me to my room though?” Zane asked.
Welcome to the Celestial War Ninjago AU!! It’s the Au following my lore from my original series “Burning Embers”!
Here’s the prologue!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48025090
I’m sorry to bother anyone, I used to be quite more active on social media but I tend to get too anxious now a days. Perhaps soon I’ll be less anxious and able to post some of my silly ideas and my original stories. Thank you!
