Horns and All |☾| A Ninjago Oni Reader Insert

Three - A Rainy Weather Forecast

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You tacked yet another missing poster onto the corkboard in front of you, taking a step back to survey your work when you were done.

It had been a week since people had started disappearing. True to your word, you'd stayed behind while the ninja tended to their missions. In the meantime, you remained hard at work in the Monastery, diligently gathering all the intel you could manage on your own.

You spent a majority of your time in the communications room, which had now become your impromptu bedroom. When you weren't going over data at the supercomputer, labeling reports and flyers, or attempting to unravel the developing mystery against your own mental and physical exhaustion, you were getting what little rest you could on the couch across your work station– if it could even be considered "rest" at all.

Sleep didn't come to you easily, with most nights consisting of you staring up at the ceiling as you scoured the plethora of information crammed into your head and mulled over the day's latest updates. At this point, you could read the intel files with your eyes closed, the numerous missing posters burned into your retinas.

Your daily routine had changed drastically. In the mornings, you'd see the ninja off on their missions before swiftly returning to your tasks. From sunrise to sunset you worked tirelessly, refusing to stop until your eyes stung from looking at the computer screens for too long. You took breaks sparingly, only leaving the room when absolutely necessary. When you did, it was likely due to encouragement from the Sensei, who checked on you multiple times during the day to ensure you were taking care of yourself.

Though they were clearly concerned, neither Wu or Garmadon pushed you to stop working when you didn't want to. Instead, they frequently brought you tea and food to share with them, claiming they had apparently steeped "too much for two people" and that you "might as well have a snack along with some." You knew well that the concept of too much tea was nonexistent in that household, but you went along with it anyway, enjoying their company regardless.

Your days typically came to a close well after sunset, around the same time the ninja returned home. Their fieldwork seemed to result in nothing but fruitless effort, the seven delivering the same disappointing news each night: whatever patrolling they'd done produced little to no findings, shrinking the already limited list of potential leads that your intel provided.

Every time, they promised you that they'd uncover something soon.

After a while, you learned not to keep your hopes up.

You weren't urging yourself to work so hard solely because you owed it to them. The mass disappearances were escalating at an alarming rate, and the ninja still hadn't concluded what was causing them. The grim situation had worsened exponentially as time dragged on, and you became more and more desperate for answers the longer you were stuck counting missing posters.