The Weird Accent kid. // Ninjago x DreamSMP //

Chapter 4: "Great, this will attract the ninja."

The Serpentine. Awful species. Monsters, even.

But there's one thing that they comprehend that nobody else usually gets.

What's it like to be a villain but better morals without excuse.

Sure, Lord- Sensei Garmadon was bitten by the Great Devour and 'turned' corrupted. But that was an excuse. The Serpentine wasn't always evil, but they certainly weren't the heroes at times.

So when one of their kind brings back another oddity, what would they think.

That would be Ranboo's case. But the train didn't stop for anything. And sure as hell, Wilbur is getting on it.

Wilbur Soot. The ex-president of L'Manburg. An exiled citizen. A brother. A son.

He knew he deserves this, the limbo, but why a train? The worst part is, that the train comes by but never stops. It's loud and forever.

He had so much time to rethink his life choices.

Well, he regretted a lot of stuff. That's what he figured out.

He thought hard about why did he think it was a good idea to listen to Dream. And why he doubted Tommy so much, even though Tommy was supposed to be a voice of reason for him.

Why...

Just why did he betray everyone like that?

Only a couple of people betrayed him yet he deceived everyone else.

If by the gods, he could make up for somebody in his previous life, he would finally feel better. Although, he much rather it be by his workings. Not the weird books.

Sreeeeeck...

Wilbur looked up to the tracks, his eyes as stiff as the mountains.

The train stopped..?

No, that can't be right.

Can it?

The train never stops. Wilbur knows that. Death is permanent for those who used all 3 lives. There were only a few exceptions for it.

Is... is that light?

Wilbur stopped his usual thinking, his heart raced within his body. This isn't right. It was never right and never will be.

His old combat boots slowly moved, singeing due to bare minimum use. He grunted, yet still moved. The noises of the tracks were eerie and unnatural. They sang with such misery that Wilbur thought he heard voices.

His hair, rough and I kept, flapped from a sudden gust of wind. The doors opened up and laid before his eyes were spider webs covering everything within the cart. Without his knowledge of trains, Wilbur would've thought that this was an abandoned mine shaft.

Wilbur felt like this happened before. Like the train stopped, but like, not like this.

It was so confusing.

"The fuck is going on?" Wilbur asked no one.

Perhaps, Lady Deah has given him a chance? With all due respect to her, surely this can't allow. Other gods are scared of her, but she can't go this far without rebellion, right?

He heard of stories where ancient times, people were said to have immorality, yet once Lady Death felt... Wilbur stopped himself.

He felt a small movement under him, fear rushing through his blood like a racing Thoroughbred horse. The train moaned painfully with use... Wilbur felt it was best for him to sit, as experience has shown itself within Wilbur's gut.