Wisps: Recollection (Ninjago X Reader)

58. The Hands of Time

We got a ghost boi kai, being a sad boi from mei_anders_ on Instagram go check their stuff out. N o W. Or else.

(i love him so much, the angst and his sad face is killing me qwq btw aAAHH)

https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce6306_Kn8E/

Also, someone made this really heartwrenching playlist and I thought I'd share it around c:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/50Yt8HZw7gI4TGvJiux2wD?si=Dk6zrmQNSoqeLObXtUaaWw

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Recollecting the far-away dream curdled into a fuzzy blur of the vacant living room. Lively colors of autumn and the faint smell of ground coffee were here. Yet not a single sign of her, the bustle of customers below busting them. With the sun offering its usual rays, you knew you should go, preferably unseen. Now up, the bunny you cradled plonked to your lap, the weight barely noticeable. Back in your pocket, it squished as you smoothed over its static-filled fur, leaving Skylor's flat. Stairs creaked, and they might as well have fucking shrieked. Did everyone have hypersensitive ears or what? A regular flagged you and asked, "Can you refill my drink?"

Skylor saw you dart out, calling after you, but you were already gone. You veered by passersby on the busy sidewalk, pumping your legs in the direction of a cab. You hoped you weren't late as you told the driver where to go. As soon as he got it, you laid back and put a stop to your train of thoughts. Unfortunately on an unpleasant one. Stubbornly, you kick it off, stretching your legs as you give one solid yawn. 'I couldn't care less about yesterday. It's whatever,' is what you wanted to tell yourself. Messages vibrated on your phone and you didn't make a move to read them. Their messaging stopped, dissimilar to the busy day city. People carried on with a forward step. Sure and confident in their decisions. 'Too late now, huh?'

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You weren't as late as you believed. Borg was still working out one, single thing. Counting the minutes that ticked by, you got to forty before Borg took up the arm and the headpiece he ironed out. "I'm finished, come, come, try it out. Okay, wear this on the opposite side of your prosthetic," he clarified, bringing up the tinier of the two. He significantly shrunk it down and altered its design, to the point the two designs weren't even comparable. An earbud was there so it would sit comfortably in your ear, as the rest curled, anchored there. At the tip of your ear, it converged into three triangular points, reading the patterns it received. It was a glorified single-piece earphone. "Does it fit? Are you comfortable?"

"I guess so."

"Yes or no? It's not an "I guess so". Oh dear."

"Yes, yes it does."

"Then onto the next step." You went to put it on, but Borg swept it from you. "Ah-ah, let me show you how to take it on and off, that way you know how to do it on your own."

"I can do it."

"No, no first watch." A smack to your sneaky paw, and he swiftly slipped on the locking mechanism, separate from the whole thing. It continued the design of the silvery titanium and carbon up the remainder of your arm, up to your shoulder. He brought up the major part, the thing you were waiting for weeks. Click and twist–done. It fitted and linked nicely, copying the dimensions and measurements to fit you. You raised it to the light. Silver glinted, striking the corner of your eye, tunneling into a memory... "Now, let me go over the drawbacks, as is standard practice, I'll go over them briefly because you know them. In extreme climates, it is important to remember you are more susceptible to frostbites, and in hot..." You zoned out, the lack of anything ghosting in your skull as your hand unfurled. You flexed, and the nerves and muscles picked up the neural senses. It all lit up in your brain, clicking two and two together. You grasped at the empty air... And felt nothing. You couldn't feel anything there. Except for the nothingness to start eating at you. Bit by bit. They scraped against each other, your digits digging harder into the unyielding material. Nothing. "That is all until the next step of the– is something troubling you?"