The lost son of garmadon.

The calm before the storm.

It was a normal morning in the garmadon household, Lloyd was sitting on the couch completely hypnotized by a kids show.

Garmadon was in the kitchen, in the middle of making breakfast for the two children, he was currently in his Oni form so he could multitask easily, one of the helpful things of having four arms was so he could cook on two pans at once.

Morro was waving around a blue plastic sword with a chip in the side of it from Morro attempting to attack the sofa when he stubbed his toe on it, currently he was fighting his green dragon plushie, acting like it was the villain terrorizing the entire world and morro was the only person that could beat it.

Once Morro had 'slain' the dragon he looked over at the citizens and laughed manically, well, it was more like a squeaky giggle instead of an evil laugh but he'd practice later. "You trusted the wrong person you stupid people!!" He had yelled and started poking his toys with the sword, knocking over action figures and plushies, once he 'killed' the entire group of civilians he had set up he laughed again.

Morro dropped the sword, looking at Lloyd and walking over to the sofa, climbing onto the couch and settling himself beside his little brother.

"What's so interesting about this show that has you so quiet?" He had spoken to himself, tilting his head to the side as he observed the show, watching the talking animals on the screen for a bit before getting bored and rolling around on the couch, moving until he was laying down with his legs up on the back of the sofa, kicking his feet.

Morro started observing his surroundings, he looked at his fluffy socks with a purple and black striped pattern, he looked around the living room that he had seen so many times before, the paintings on the wall, the pictures of him and his little brother, the pictures of his uncle and dad when they were young.

speaking of his dad. "Morro, Lloyd, Breakfast is ready." His father spoke with a soft tone, peaking through the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room, staring at the two children with a loving gaze.

"Coming papa!" Morro replied, he rolled over and pushed himself to the floor, flopping onto the cold wood tile, listening to Lloyd's small giggle at the action. After a few seconds he got up and grabbed Lloyd, lifting him off the couch and putting him on his feet, grabbing his smaller hand and pulling him along as they approached the kitchen.

Once the brothers entered the kitchen Morro watched his father scoop Lloyd up in his arms and set him on a chair, morro on the other hand walked over to a chair and pulled himself up.

"Im a big boy, I can put myself on chairs, I don't need papa to carry me like Lloyd does!" Morro announced proudly, his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out.

"Papa mo is being a meanie!" Lloyd whined and pouted, crossing his arms and looking away from Morro with a frustrated expression on his small features.

Garmadon in response to his children's antics, he walked over to Morro and ruffled his hair. "Such a big kid already huh? Im guessing you'll be making your own food aswell since you're all grown up?" He remarked playfully, he knew his son all too well to know that he didn't want to be anywhere near the stove.

"no!" Morro quickly spluttered and grabbed his father's arm.

Garmadon chuckled and smiled down at the small boy. "Enough joking around, eat your food before it gets cold Morro." He stated, satisfied when Morro almost immediately let go of his arm and started eating the food on his plate.

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Once the children finished eating their father had shooed them off to go play as he grabbed a book and sat in a rocking chair in his room.