Wisps: Recollection (Ninjago X Reader)

7. The Surge

Heaving a bag of scrap metal, you dump it into a bin. A robot hovered with wires astray. It sparked and gyrated, bags in its claws. You pursued it, as it reached the garbage disposal area. It dumped the scrap metal in a bin. Nothing stirred, and you were about to leave if it weren't for the raucous sounds of cans clattering to the floor.

"Really Ronin?"

In all honesty, you weren't surprised, there were a plethora of times where he did this. His grubby hands got the bag and he yanked the bandana down to his stubbled chin.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Smugness underlined his talking.

"Nothing much, you got me there." You played with the wires of the robot. "How much have you already stolen?"

"More than you can afford." His black eye glinted under his conical Asian hat.

"What are you even doing with all this scrap?"

"Selling it."

"Apart from getting your soul free."

"Can't believe you've known - for like what - five months?"

"Seeing ghost chains on someone is a first." You laughed, yet his mouth didn't laugh along.

"I'm wasting too much time chatting with you. Take care." He slipped on his bandana and turned a corner, the end of his crimson hat disappearing out of sight.

Birds quietly chirped outside as the chattering of the city drowned it out, the sunset sinking behind skyscrapers, welcoming the neon lights to brighten. You skim your nails on the door handle and head back inside, no longer seeing the vermillion sky.

Mr. Borg was planning to give the Ninja the Techno Blades, so you meet up with Pixel at the main lobby.

"Hello, how are you?" Pixel warmly greeted, as expected of her. It took a while for her to warm up to you. Understandable, she is just barely scratching the surface of her emotions. She did, however, have a butchered sense of your struggle, comparing it to losing all her data and receiving an empty file. You remember smiling meagerly at the comparison. Maybe it wasn't far off; your name never showed up in the system (you uprooted your brainstem trying to find out if that was your name). Even technology for the mind was useless, flaunting black static.

Only a whisper of wisps in a village long returned to ash and dust.

'At least it makes it easier for Borg to make a new identity.'

"Are you nervous? You are in a daze."

"No, I'm good."

"Staring off at nothing is good?"

"I regret ever teaching you sarcasm."

"It is not my fault you wanted me to be in tune with my emotions faster."

"Or teaching you sass."

You couldn't help the smile on your face, she was learning, even with your shabby teachings.

"I expected the students to be here earlier, but there appears to have been an accident."

"They aren't hurt right?" You chewed on your bottom lip.

"No, they should arrive here at any minute."

"Shoot." You were about to hurry off and hide until chilled fingers pinned your sleeve.

"Are you going to hide from them? I do not think that is a wise decision. Try to stay and meet them."

You shook your head, pupils staring out the glass door, the thing that would let your fear in. "I don't want to meet them - you don't get it."