Psychosomatic Struggle

Luma!

"Wisp?" A woman calls out as you entered the dungeon, monotone and robotic voice echoing through the halls, "Wisp are you there?"

Pixal's voice sparks with life, encouraging you to run and phase through into her cell, your eyes searching for her voice, only to settle on the monitor facing away from the door.

You rush over, face bright as you smiled, monitor flashing as Pixal moves around on screen, green eyes wondering around before sighing causing your heart to plummet. She couldn't see you as her body moved on screen, tiny inside the box although she seemed so life like.

Thank goodness there was still something of her as you bring a hand to glide against the surface, only to snatch your hand back, as Zane's cell releases groans and grunts from within. You frowned, finding Pixal's face mimicking yours, as you turn around and walk towards Zane. You hear Pixal's voice call out behind you, calling his name for a response, yet you find his limp body still chained to the cell. His eyes were shut, face grimacing, as his sleep causes him to jerk against the chains.

You were sure robots weren't supposed to do that but you barely knew the world so you watched over him, Pixal would call out whenever she heard him gasping. He awoke once in the night, yet you only watched outside deeming the conversation a little too intimate for you, as Pixal talks to him. Her calm voice echoes through the cell walls as he falls back to sleep. With a deep sigh, you glance back at the silver Nindroid sleeping. You're glad that he has someone there for him, as well as Pixal.

After Zane's waking, the night held no other events, you watched the sky pass with time. Your body fidgeting, waiting as the sun finally rises, orange leaking through the dark blue sky as you jump up. This time of the year the dungeon seemed cold and still, making you rush through the eerie halls until passing the warmth of the palace, walls light and painted in color. Your pace is filled with excitement as you weave through rooms and halls, feet easily guiding you to Lloyd's.

His room was dark, only a hint of light shining through lanterns and the sun peaking over the horizon, casting the shadows of Lloyd and Garmadon into the room. Both were awake and stretching in the morning air, you cough out causing Garmadon to wave you over, head still facing out as you stand on his unoccupied side. You watched as both men stand straight, each slowly raising a leg to settle underneath them, as they open their arms wide raising above them, taking deep breaths.

You didn't want to interrupt their morning routine, even with how excited you were, so you joined their activity. The burn of muscle absent, the deep breath in your lungs invisible, and the suns warm rays phasing through you, made you feel lonely. Time feeling stretched as you impatiently wait for the men.

They changed positions often in union, shifting their bodies as their breathing remained controlled, you note to yourself that you should pick this up when you return to your body. The stretching seemed peaceful and welcoming, though you didn't want that currently, you wanted Garmadon to help you now but alas you waited as the pair seem to finish their stretch. Both kneeling, eyes closed, as their hands settle in their laps, you joined facing Garmadon as he opens his eyes at last.

With a great sigh, Garmadon focuses on you, "I have only heard this technique in passing, a ghosts possession, unfortunately it was during my time in the Underworld," Lloyd's eyes pop open, gaze hesitating until landing on your form, "I am unsure if the technique will be accessible to a spirit but a ghost and spirit are not so different from each other."

You bounce between the two before landing on the floor. You missed the physical world, immensely, but ghost stories were never a good thing to hear, you could already feel your body crawl at just the thought. Using a technique by a cursed soul did not seem like a good idea.