Rebuilt (book 2)

Back to normal (-Cryptor)

The elevator ride was awkward, at least for me and Pixal.

We hadn't been here together since... well forever! It brought me back to the prime of my life. Nindroid soldiers as far as the eye could see, I had armies. ARMIES! Everything at my disposal. Now? Now I have nothing. Nothing like that.

I have a nindroid over my shoulder with facial dysmorphia and Pixal's got her unofficial boyfriend who's stuck in a bag. (who's also going through some sort of identity crisis?)

Anyways, Pixal grabs my arm and leans in so I can hear her.

"When we get up there... you stay away from Dr. Borg. You lay a hand on him and your existence is over." She threatened.

Ooh boy, she was getting good at those. Threats.

"I wasn't planning on doing anything!" I hissed. Ripping my arm from her grasp. "I'm mostly worried about him laying a hand on me!"

"And you would deserve it." She replied. "But we're here to help Zane."

I leaned forward and backwards on the balls of my feet.

"Pixal." I muttered.

"What." She shot back.

"Can I get him to fix Mr. E?" I asked.

She hesitated, looking from me, to Mr. E, and then to Zane.

"I'm afraid that's a question for the one doing the repairs." She shook her head.

I would scowl, but she's right.

Then I think about Borg. Would he be scared to see me? Confused? Happy in some sort of weird twisted way? Unbothered? I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Or...

How do I feel?

I don't really want revenge. Not now. I can't seem to make myself focus on that right now. I'm too worried about what walking out of here will feel like.

And-

DING!

The elevator reaches the top floor. We all scamper out and into Borg's office.

"Pixal!" He exclaims. "And... friends?"

He spots me.

"And... a combat droid?" He muttered. "What are you all doing here?!"

"We need your assistance." Pixal explains.

"Oh! Well you're in luck! I've recently-" Borg drones on.

Security droid? He-

He doesn't even recognize me.

I was the second nindroid he made, how could he... how could he NOT know?! This was ridiculous!

"We are running out of time." Pixal says. Dr. Borg nods and brings Zane together. Finally he is turned off, we won't have to listen to-...

This is pointless.

I set Mr. E down.

"Dr. Borg." I say.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy fixing something, update me later." He says. I slam my fist onto the workbench.

"I am NOT A SECURITY DROID!" I glare. "I am much more than that!"

"Cryptor, let him work." Pixal warns.

"Cryptor?" Borg mutters, taken aback. "You're-"

"Dead? Wrong." I say. "The reason why I'm not here to hurt you is because of one thing."

He nods, still at a loss for words.

"You are going to repair two nindroids. Zane, then him." I say, pointing to Mr. E. Sitting still, like a doll.

"I- I will see what I can do." He nodded.

Satisfied, I walked away. After that, I seem to go back to normal. Things are going to work out.

"I swear, if I'm alive by the end of this, I'm coming back here." I said to myself. I look back at them.

Pixal is so worried about Zane it disgusts me. That fact that I'm letting this happen is insane. This truce is definitely not good for my mental state. I feel like I'm gonna go crazy without fighting someone.

I sit next to Mr. E. Someone joins me.

"Woah, so y'all still kicking?" This lady asks. She's pointing to Mr. E. "I heard about it, but didn't think it was true til now!"

"Yeah, whats it to you?" I snap.

"Jeez." She said, sitting down on the other side of him. "Y'know him and I go way back."

"Oh do you now?" I said sarcastically. "And you are?"

"Ultra-violet. In the flesh." She said. "Ex-member of the son's of Garmadon."

"You were in his biker gang?" I laughed. "Ohohoh... he does not like you guys."

"Eh, granted." She shrugged. "So, you guys buds or something?"

"Not really, we're just helping each other out." I reply. "Zane hater's unite."

"Ohhh yeah, can relate. But I guess we're kinda in a truce with these guys now, so..." she shrugged. "Pshh."

"Yeah, pshh." I nodded.

"You're one of the golden age villains, aren't you? The old guys." She asked, spinning the knife on her finger. "Evil grandpa."

"I'm not old! I don't even age!" I scoffed.

"Obviously. I'm crazy. Not stupid." She rolled her eyes, spitting on the floor. Ew.

"I just mean-" she began. "You've missed out on some epic stuff. Like the Sog, for example."

"No, I've heard all about your creepy masks and your rituals. And to be honest, I wouldn't want to lead an army of bikers who have fallen off their bike without a helmet one too many times. Let alone humans."

"He could." She nudged Mr. E's body. "But maybe that's just him."

I scoffed.

"Uhhh... is this guy with us right now?" She asked.

"Nah, I don't think so." I shrugged, I'm waiting for Borg to hurry up so he can get fixed."

She stood up.

"Well when he wakes up, can you let him know that I hope there's no hard feeling? Cause' I know we watched him die, but he was a pretty awesome biker partner  when he was alive."

"Nope." I replied.

"Fine. Be like that." She cackled, walking away.