Villain POV
A ghostly spirit floated in the sky, observing the scene below with disdain and amusement. "How are these weaklings the saviors of Ninjago?" he scoffed. He looked away, uninterested in watching these "idiots" ruin their friendship. He couldn't fathom how the Chosen One could handle them. With a thought, he allowed himself to be teleported into a room, which he assumed belonged to the real Chosen One.
The room was bare and unremarkable, a sad sight considering the two beds, a desk, and a closet made up of sparse furnishings. The spirit wandered over to the desk and picked up a notebook named "Lloyd" scribbled across the cover. He was about to delve into its contents when a voice from behind interrupted him.
"Who are you?" the voice asked.
The spirit turned around but saw no one. Was he hearing things?
"Down here," the same voice called out again.
Looking down, the spirit saw a baby dragon, black with piercing green eyes. He stared in awe, having never seen a dragon before, though he sensed this one wasn't particularly friendly. "Where is your owner?" he asked, trying to sound authoritative.
"My owner is at the infirmary visiting his mother, who is now in a coma," the dragon explained. "Why do you want to meet my owner?"
"Let's just say that he is going to help me with something," the spirit replied, evading the direct question. He eyed the dragon curiously. "But why does he have a dragon as a pet?"
The dragon tilted its head, seemingly amused. "I'm not just a pet. I'm his guardian and companion. We share a bond that goes beyond what you could understand."
The spirit chuckled, a low, eerie sound. "Interesting. And does your bond tell you that I mean no hard to Lloyd?"
The dragon's eyes narrowed. "No, it tells me you're trouble. Lloyd doesn't need more trouble in his life right now."
The spirit floated closer, undeterred. "Whether he needs it or not isn't the issue. I have a purpose, and Lloyd's is integral to it."
The dragon tilted his head, trying to make sense of this vengeful spirit. But then again, he didn't entirely understand his owner either. Lloyd was a mystery, one that no one could fully comprehend. The dragon often thought that even Lloyd didn't know what he was doing half the time. He spoke of revenge, but his plans seemed small and shortsighted. The dragon wondered when Lloyd would start thinking bigger. Yet, who was he to complain? His role was to follow, to support, and to protect.
"Well, you do you," the dragon said simply, before jumping onto one of the beds. "You can ask him when he returns."
The spirit took his eyes off the dragon, dismissing it as unimportant. What mattered was Lloyd-the Chosen One his body. With Lloyd's body, the spirit could finally exact his revenge. He turned away from the dragon, anticipating Lloyd's return.
Moments later, the door creaked open. A blonde boy with piercing green eyes stepped in, a look of surprise quickly turning to a frown as he saw the spirit. The spirit smirked, recognizing Lloyd. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, ready to take control of Lloyd's body.
The boy was taken aback, but it was too late. The spirit had already forced its way inside Lloyd's body. Opening his eyes, the spirit looked around Lloyd's consciousness, finding himself in a black void. Usually, a person's consciousness contained cherished memories, but Lloyd's was completely blank. The spirit groaned loudly, realizing that for possession to work, the host needed to be in a vulnerable state. Frustrated, the spirit frowned, standing there, unsure of his next move. He couldn't possess Lloyd like this. As he turned around, he nearly tripped over nothing.
"What on earth…?" he muttered, staring at what was right in front of him.
There stood a giant wooden mansion, looking extremely old and out of place in the void. "Why is this here in Lloyd's consciousness?" he wondered aloud. He had never seen anything like it before. Curiosity piqued, he walked over to the mansion. The spirit stared at the door for a moment before mustering the courage to pull the handle. Surprisingly, the door swung wide open.
Inside, he was met with darkness, but one by one, lights suddenly flickered to life, illuminating the interior. The grand foyer was revealed, with its high ceilings and intricate wooden carvings. A large chandelier hung over the head, casting a warm glow. The spirit cautiously stepped inside, the floorboards creaking under his weight.
He wandered through the mansion's ground floor, marveling at the antique furniture and ornate decorations. "What is this place?" he whispered to himself, running his fingers along a dusty banister. The mansion looked like it had been unattended for years. He decided to head upstairs, hoping to find out what was going on.
At the top of the stairs, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the endless halls filled with identical doors. Each door looked the same. The spirit found himself opening the first door to reveal a hospital room with two women he recognized. The one with glasses was holding two babies.
"Koko, I'm scared," she said.
The other woman, with orange hair and looking like she was in her twenties, responded, "What do you mean, teacher?"
"Look at them," the woman with glasses replied.
The spirit walked into the room and stared at the two babies. They were twins, but the only distinguishing feature was their eye color: one had yellow eyes, while the other had green. The spirit understood what was going on. He was in Lloyd's consciousness. It looked like each of these doors held a memory.
The woman named Koko looked at the babies before asking, "What's wrong with them?" She picked up the baby with green eyes. "They look perfectly normal."
The woman with the glasses shook her head before telling her, "They don't have the same father."
Koko looked away from the baby in her arms to the mother in shock. "What do you mean?"
"The baby in your hand is Garmadon's. Garmadon was banished to the Underworld. How will Wu react if he figures out I have his baby?" The woman in glasses looked terrified.
"I'm pretty sure he will understand," Koko answered.
The woman with glasses shook her head. "Can you take care of him for me?"
Both the spirit and Koko looked shocked at the sudden request. The spirit looked at Koko, who was trying to process what was going on.
"Why?" she suddenly burst out. "This is your child, you can't throw him away!"
Koko looked angry, and even the spirit was pissed off. He had never seen such a thing in his life. No wonder the Chosen One barely had anything in his room. He had nothing that belonged to him.
"I know, but I can't bring him home. What if history repeats itself? What if Garmadon's child tries to hurt this one?!" the woman in glasses pointed out. "I've got a good feeling that this one is the Chosen One."
The spirit shook his head, having never seen such a foolish woman in his life. He couldn't understand what his Sensei saw in her.
Koko just looked at the child before nodding. "I will do it since you are my teacher."
The woman in glasses looked relieved. "Do me one last favor and send him to Darkly Boarding School for Bad Boys when he is of a reasonable age, okay?"
Koko nodded one last time before leaving the room. Suddenly, the spirit was thrown out of the room. He stepped back, looking at the endless halls filled with doors. This might take a while.
He opened the next door, revealing a different memory. This time, it was a scene from a playground. A young Lloyd, no more than six years old, was sitting alone on a swing, watching other children play. His expression was forlorn, his eyes filled with longing and sadness.
A group of children approached him, led by a boy with a cruel smirk. "Hey loser, why are you all alone?" the boy taunted.
Lloyd looked down, clutching the chains of the swing tighter. "Leave me alone," he whispered.
The boy laughed, pushing Lloyd off the swing. Lloyd hit the ground, scraping his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. "You're such a crybaby," the boy sneered, walking away with his friends.
The spirit watched a sense of growing anger and sadness within him. "No wonder you built these walls, Lloyd," he muttered.
He stepped back, the memory fading as he closed the door. He looked down the endless hallway, realizing just how much pain and isolation Lloyd had endured. Each door held a place of his suffering, a fragment of his lonely journey.
As he continued, he knew that uncovering these memories would help him understand Lloyd's vulnerabilities, but it also stirred a strange sense of sympathy. The spirit had never felt such a connection to a host before. He was determined to possess Lloyd, but for the first time, he hesitated.
"This might take longer than I thought," he said to himself, ready to dive deeper into the next memory, hoping to find the perfect moment to strike.
…
The spirit felt weary, a sensation he didn't understand given his undead state. He rubbed his eyes, staring at door 7368, or something along those lines- he'd lost count around door 127. He didn't understand how Lloyd's memories were playing out. The spirit knew Lloyd was a student at the school, yet not once had he discovered the memory of him getting an invitation. He sighed before opening the door, bracing himself for another exhausting glimpse into Lloyd's past.
His blood went cold at the sight before him. The room was filled with blood and bodies strewn everywhere. What on earth had just happened?
"What the actual fuck?" he muttered, his eyes finally landing on Lloyd.
Lloyd was on his knees, a large hole where his stomach should have been. The spirit noticed the same students he had seen bickering at the canyon, but they looked much older than they were now.
"Lloyd!" he shouted, trying to run to him, but he caught himself. What the hell was he trying to do?
"There you are," a sudden voice spoke, dark and eerie. "I had a hard time finding you, but you're not supposed to be here."
The spirit looked around, searching for the voice, but before he could locate its source, he was thrown out of the room and into another one. He found himself in a cave with the entrance blocked by fallen rocks. What was he doing here?
"Do you recognize this place?" the voice asked. "This was the place you died, wasn't it?"
The spirit looked at the blocked entrance, reaching out to touch it. He couldn't pass through. Panic surged within him. He wasn't going to die here again, right? The voice laughed at him, filled with mockery.
"You are not wanted here."
Before the spirit could react, he was suddenly thrown out of the room, the mansion, and Lloyd's body. He went through the wall and into another empty room. He forced himself to float, bewildered and enraged. What on earth had just happened? He floated back to Lloyd's room, desperate for answers.
Upon entering, he found the room filled with an eerie silence, the dragon still perched on the bed, watching him with cautious eyes. Lloyd lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his face pale and strained. The spirit hovered, uncertain and frustrated
"How… how did you do that?" the spirit demanded, his voice echoing with a mixture of anger and confusion.
Lloyd looked up, his eyes filled with a steely determination. "This is my mind," he rasped. "You can't just take it from me."
The dragon, sensing Lloyd's resolve, added, "He's stronger than you think. You'll never control him."
The spirit glared at the dragon, then back at Lloyd. "You think you've won?" He floated closer, his form flickering with barely contained rage. "I'll find a way back in. You can't keep me out forever."
Lloyd struggled to sit up, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I don't think that is a good idea, Morro."
The spirit's anger vanished with the wind. How did he know his name? How did he know him at all?
"I may not hang out with my uncle a lot, but I know he adopted a kid before," Lloyd said with a smirk. "But he died before I got to meet him."
Morro looked at Lloyd in shock. "That doesn't change anything. I'm still going to possess you."
Lloyd, with his back against his bed, shrugged. "But you want revenge against your Sensei. I don't think he will feel anything if you possess me, but I know who."
Morro looked at Lloyd, considering his words. He didn't need Lloyd's body; he just needed an ability user related to the First Spinjitzu Master. The reason he chose Lloyd was simple: he wanted to stir his Sensei's feelings. "What are you suggesting?"
"Why don't you possess my twin, who is Sensei Wu's son?" Lloyd grabbed the phone of the blonde kid with yellow eyes from his memories.
Morro stared at the kid, unaware that his Sensei had a son. But again, the woman with glasses was close to his Sensei; he should have expected it.
"Maybe I will, but I have a question for you." He floated over to Lloyd's notebook before picking it up. "What the fuck are you?"
Lloyd's eyes widened in surprise. "Well, I am about 2% human, but that isn't important."
I saw you fucking die in your memories, yet here you are. What the fuck is going on here?" Morro tossed the notebook at Lloyd. "You better give me a good explanation."
Lloyd caught the notebook and looked at the cover before tossing it onto his bed. "Do you believe in travel?"
Morro looked at Lloyd with disgust. He wasn't surprised this guy got bullied. He was so damn weird. "No, I don't. If it was possible, then we wouldn't be living in this hellhole."
"I thought that too until I heard a voice right before I died." Lloyd looked serious. "It gave me an offer to go back in time, and I took it to get revenge on those who wronged me."
Lloyd picked himself up before grabbing the baby dragon. "At first, I decided to get revenge on my twin and his friends. I kinda just played with them, but I suddenly remembered that I came to the past to rewrite my and many others' destiny. I would have allowed you to borrow my body, but I need it for my revenge. So, let me offer my twin to help you with your revenge."
Morro just stared at Lloyd, processing the revelation. Did he come back to the past? It made sense, considering how the memories he saw were out of order. He looked at his ghostly state, contemplating the possibilities. Could he too go back in time? To a time where he never met his stupid Sensei, a time where he didn't dedicate his life to a destiny that wasn't his? Maybe he would have been alive and happy. If he were alive, he would have been around 40 years old.
Lloyd walked over to Morro, allowing his hand to pass through the ghostly form. "If you were thinking about going back in time, don't waste your time."
He pulled his hand back, noting the coldness of Morro's essence. "You're already dead, and we don't even know what the voice was. Let's just focus on the present."
Morro glanced at Lloyd, then looked away, conceding to his point. Lloyd was right, whatever that voice was, it hadn't come to him in his last moments. There was no point in searching for it now. Floating away from Lloyd, he started to think about finding Sensei Wu's son.
"Why don't we make a deal?" Lloyd's sudden position made Morro stop in his tracks. A deal?
"If you teach me how to use your wind ability, I'll make a blood pact with you. Even if you truly die, I can still contact you and we can't help each other."
Morro had never heard of such a thing. A blood pact sounded like dark magic." I don't like your deal," he said, floating further away from Lloyd. "It only benefits you."
Lloyd frowned. "Then what do you want to add to the deal?"
"If I somehow die for real, then avenge me. Make sure my Sensei pays for what he's done to me," Morro spat, the need for vengeance evident in his voice. He would have his revenge one way or another, but if he did die, he wanted someone to carry out his vengeance.
"Deal. I was planning on killing that old man anyway," Lloyd replied. "I wish you luck in revenge."
Morro scaned Lloyd head to toe. "Before I teach you anything, may I know why you want to learn my ability?"
"Did you know that I have three abilities? Two are natural, while one is artificial. The artificial one allows me to learn and wield others' abilities. They were planning on making me a bio-weapon, but that didn't work out." Lloyd explained as a sinister smile formed on his face. "I am planning on using this ability to the fullest, so does that answer your question?"
Morro sighed, running a hand through his slightly long hair. Lloyd was a threat to anyone who crossed him. He was willing to do whatever it took to get his revenge. Lloyd walked over to a drawer and pulled out an old-looking piece of paper, placing it on the desk. He bit his finger, drawing blood, which dripped down his hand as he started to draw strange symbols on the paper.
"Usually, a blood pact involves blood, but you don't have that," Lloyd scanned Morro's ghostly state. "But of course, we could just use a perfectly normal pen."
Lloyd scribbled his name across the paper before passing the pen to Morro, who did the same. The paper glowed momentarily before disappearing. Morro hoped he wouldn't regret this as he looked at Lloyd who seemed satisfied.
Morro floated closer, his presence a chilling reminder of the pact they had just formed. "First, you need to understand the basics of controlling wind. It's not just about moving air; it's about feeling the currents, understanding the flow."
Lloyd listened intently as Morro began to explain the intricacies of his ability. The ghostly mentor demonstrated by creating a small whirlwind in the room, the air swirling around with precision and power.
"Focus on the air around you," Morro instructed. "Feel its movement, its energy. Once you connect with it, you can bend it to your will."
Lloyd closed his eyes, trying to sense the air currents as Morro had described. He felt a faint breeze, a whisper of wind. Concentrating, he tried to guide it, to make it follow his command. Slowly, he managed to create a small gust, the air swirling gently around him.
"Good," Morro acknowledged. "You're starting to get it. With practice, you'll be able to control it with the same precision and power I had."
Lloyd looked at the baby dragon, which he had placed on the desk earlier, The small creature looked up at him with curious, green eyes. Lloyd concentrated, using his newly acquired wind ability to lift the baby dragon into the air. The baby dragon was startled and began to squirm.
"Put me down, human," It demanded, thrashing its little wind in an attempt to break free from the wind's grasp. "This isn't funny."
Lloyd finally released the baby dragon, and it used its wings to glide down to his bed. Lloyd looked proud of himself, a triumphant smile on his face, but the moment was ruined when his nose began to bleed. He muttered some curses under his breath, grabbing a tissue to stop the bleeding.
Morro watched Lloyd with a mixture of awe and disbelief. He had never seen someone learn an ability so quickly and effortlessly. It took Lloyd mere seconds to master what had taken Morro years to perfect. Perhaps it had something to do with Lloyd being from the future, but it truly looked like his part of the deal was already fulfilled. Morro's work here seemed done.
Floating away, Morro took one last look at Lloydm who was busy cleaning up the blood and inspecting the tissue with a mixture of irritation and intrigue. The young man was a quick learner, and his determination was palpable. While Morro would have loved to stay and watch Lloyd's development, he had his revenge to execute.
He allowed himself to teleport out of the Chosen One's room, feeling a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. As he floated through the walls and into the open air, he began to formulate his plan. Finding Sensei Wu's son would be the first step, and from there, he would ensure that his old master paid for what he had done.
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Lloyd POV
I stuffed the tissue up my nose to stop the bleeding, never thinking I would meet Morro. I never had the chance in the past, but everything is changing now. There's no point in trying to go back to the original script.
"Morro is the third person to figure out I'm from the future," I muttered to myself. "I swear if someone else finds out…"
I looked at Eclipse, who seemed pretty angry.
"Are you still mad that I put you in an uncomfortable position?" I asked, trying to assure the baby dragon. "I'm sorry, I was just so excited to test out my new ability."
"Why did you hatch me?" Eclipse asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of suspicion. I looked at him in confusion. Why was he asking that?
"Because I didn't want Noah to get his hands on you," I answered honestly. "I want to use you for my revenge."
The baby dragon didn't say anything, and I turned away. I had better things to worry about. I opened my drawer and pulled out the smiling mask that I had left with Melony. It was finally time for Mister Smiles to come out into the world. It was time to meet my companions, the members of the Outcasts.
As I held the mask in my hands, I felt a surge of anticipation and determination. The mask's eerie grin seemed to mock the world, hiding the pain and anger that fueled my every move. I slipped it on, feeling its familiar weight settle over my face. With the mask, I could become someone else- someone powerful, someone feared.
I glanced at Eclipse one last time. The baby dragon watched me with a mix of wariness and curiosity. He was my tool, my ally in this twisted game of vengeance. But he was also a reminder of the path I had chosen, a path that would lead to destruction and chaos.
"Stay here and keep an eye on things," I instructed Eclipse. "I'll be back soon."
Eclipse nodded, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of understanding. He might not fully grasp my plans, but he knew enough to follow my lead.
I left my room. The mask concealed my identity as I made my way through the corridors of the school. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and memories, each step taking me closer to my goal. The Outcasts were waiting, and together we would bring about the downfall of those who had wronged us.