𝟵𝟵% 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 [Yandere! Ninjago]

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[Brackets in bold] = The 'Guide'

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You were wrong.

Last night was horrible. The stress that you thought would make you sleep like a baby, instead, made you stay awake at unholy hours like a cranky one. You can't even remember falling asleep.

Thinking positively, your time being sleepless was not entirely for naught. The last time you were conscious, you were doing random trivia with Sying. Well, for like a couple of minutes, before they ditched you since "you need to be independent". Which, you do agree, but if they are your supposed "guide", shouldn't they help? There's no point of them if you can't extort them. Mean, but it's not like they've been trying to be nice to you.

In short - you couldn't think of an origin or a reason to why you were lying almost dead in front of their home. Although, you have some facts. Thanks to the mini pop quizzes from Sying, you possess knowledge on little details about Ninjago and what is normal around here. For example, if a person asks what type of food is good in the area, you can probably give a good answer.

Was it useless information? Mayhaps, but it's enough to make it seem like you're from this world. So, you guess Sying is sort of helpful in their own way. Though, maybe you're giving them too much credit. All you can hope is that Sensei Wu and the others don't try to pry into your story yet.

At the very least, the supposed guide did confirm your confirmations that you are somewhere before the pilot. Conveniently, one year before. It's like this is suppose to be your last-minute training arc to prepare you from the train wreck that's coming. The calm before the storm.

You sigh, "..At least I know where to eat good." You mumble drowsily, dazedly staring around tatami room with half-lidded eyes. You trace the wooden lattice that rests atop the thick, translucent paper of the sliding doors with your eyes.

The first flush of morning emits a pearlescent glow that diffuses deep into the surroundings. Its delicate, off-white tint aligns with the temperature, cooling you off whilst not becoming overbearing to the skin. You settle down the mild irritation that boils in you upon the revelation that you wasted a night to kindergarten level trivia, simmering to a tranquil state.

You wish you can walk outside. Most definitely, it's going to be nice, especially since you are on top of a mountain that lives amongst the clouds. A beautiful sight to behold for a dreamer like you. However, unfortunately, with your broken ribs, you're destined to be bedridden for a week or so. The thought of it eats away what is left of your pride, and you subconsciously scrunch your face in annoyance. You hate the feeling of helplessness.

[Host.]

You pause, looking at the awfully familiar white, glowing words in front of you, before you rub your blearily eyes. You look up again, only to see nothing.

Huh, weird, you almost thought that Sying was here physically. Though, there's no way right? According to your calculations, you got to close your eyes for them to message/talk to you—

[I should inform you of something.]

You raise your eyebrows, since when was this a thing?