Season 11.5 [Rewrite: Continuation]

Victory

I find this matter quite trivial and meaningless. Yet because this mere introduction unravels the fabric of reality, because a throwaway face and a cordial hello shall shift space-time, and because his enlightenment will derail this realm and all others, I will coax this, 'battle,' and wager arms on my successor's side.

I await your victory, Zane.

>_<

This, this was art! Beautifully woven tapestries, intricate designs! This, this was the perfection of mankind's years, this was the future!

"Get out of the way!" Wu warned as he floored the man. Dyer rolled over as an android nearly shot him square in the forehead.

"Beautiful!" Dyer bellowed at the top of his lungs. "This is Unigami! You hear that you foolish executives! This is my creation!"

"P.I.X.A.L.?!" One of those ninja -- Zane, was it? -- screamed throughout the flight of his work. Dyer was stricken with glee as the real-world unfolded into a digitized age.

Otherworldly robots, flying pixilated robots, videogame NPC's, everything he sowed, watered, tended for, and loved was finally paid off!

And yes, the injury of civilians was a smudge to his tingle of joy, but, what was the suffering of some for the good of Ninjago itself? Dyer merrily clapped in awe of his work as strife flooded those beside him.

"Dyer!" That ninja Sensei nicked the man to tow him into an alleyway.

"Where is Milton Dyer!?" Was a ferocious roar. The two huddled behind the crate as a dragon charged in the city's direction.

His life on the line, all prievous thoughts were crushed. "Is he after me?"

"I believe so," Wu dust off the concrete pebbles to tow the man. "Let's regroup with the others."

Suddenly, his lifework wasn't as glorious as he first envisioned it. "R-right."

Now, now, this was no time to act as a meager fool off the roads. He was Milton Dyer. THE Milton Dyer. Ingenious inventor, stylish videogame creator. Fear was, well, not what a man such as he should holster.

That was why he was beside Wu, a frenzy to his footsteps, a quake in his voice. Business was to be done, and his work was to be, put in check. Yes, yes that's right! Put in check.

"This should be impossible," he frailly mumbled as he feebly trailed the teacher. "My code is an in-depth gaming experience. It is to test the limits of mankind. It is not, not, well, certainly not a villain!"

"Well it is now." The blue one -- there was a blue one now? -- answered for him. "And it's going after you."

His whole head spun as he passed out.

"Dyer. Dyer!" Someone shouted from above.

"Tony?" He faintly mumbled before his eyes loaded the scene.

Oh. He passed out.

There must be a toxin in the air for his body to do such an unspeakable action.

"He must've passed out from fear." At that, he immediately recovered.

"I would do no such thing!" He furiously shouted and neatly tied his shirt and glasses. "My body is not as weak and frail as you vagrants!"

"Vagrants?" P.I.X.A.L. stared the inventor who scoffed at her. "I find that rich considering your current living situation."

The Sensei eyed her, "P.I.X.A.L."

"I apologize, Sensei Wu." He was a fool not to notice that she was not at all apologetic.