CORRUPTION | Lloyd Garmadon x fem!reader

Clues and Suspects pt. 2

    With dainty footsteps echoing throughout the secret room, the trio finally set their eyes onto a horrifying sight. 

    On the far wall, pictures and pictures of Roby were pinned, his face crossed out or drawn over. There was even a dartboard where his face was drawn on, a dart already sticking out of it.

    "Who would do this to his beautiful, beautiful face?!" Wyldfire exclaimed, pointing to a picture with a shocked expression.

    "So, I'm getting the feeling that Blekt doesn't like Roby," Arin mused. 

    "Ya think?" Y/N sighed, plucking out the dart and snapping it in half.

    "That sounds like a motive," He continued, ignoring her sass.

    Wyldfire picked up a badly stitched up doll of Roby, but as soon as she did that, the head tilted precariously before falling off and tumbling across the floor.

    "Watch it!" Y/N huffed, bending down to pick it up. "We can't leave any traces we were ever here."

    "Can we go now?" Wyldfire asked, clutching the decapitated doll close. "This room is gonna give me nightmares forever.

    "How is this all tied to the Matriarch horns?" pondered Arin. "We need evidence."

    "Look here, detective boy. We got evidence, alright." Y/N gestured to a small scroll pinned to the wall, where Wyldfire was already reading the message. 

    "Meet with Ras," Arin read aloud.

    "Sounds like evidence," Wyldfire shrugged.

    "But why would Blekt meet with Ras the day before the Tournament? And if it was a meeting to commit a crime, which it obviously was, why write about it?" 

    "Maybe he's just weird and likes to write in a little diary all about how his day was," Y/N joked.

    "Not helping."

    "Sorry."

    Wyldfire cut in.

    "He is pretty fussy with his boring stuff, like ledgers and rules."

    "We need more answers." Arin spoke.

    "Well," Y/N suggested. "We should probably head back now."

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    Y/N, Wyldfire and Arin returned to the ninja's sleeping quarters, but seeing Lloyd still laying on the ground filled Y/N with a twinge of sadness.

    "Arin!" Sora greeted, jumping to her feet and waving a piece of paper in the air. "I've been waiting for you." She rushed in front of him and showed them the paper. "I need your help deciphering this note Jordana gave me."

    "Who's Jordana?" he asked.

    "That weird girl from Imperium who is super bipolar," Y/N interjected.

    "Oh, her." Arin turned back to face Sora. "Doesn't she hate you?"

    While Arin and Sora were busy sorting out the Imperium math equation, Y/N knelt down beside Cole and Geo, where Lloyd was peacefully laying down. She gently took one of his hands in her own and clutched it close to her chest.

    "C'mon, Lloyd..."

    "Is Jordana trying to tell me the Dragon horns are in the Monastery?" she heard Sora exclaim.

    "Maybe?" Arin hummed. "But why would they be back in the Monastery?"

    "Not our Monastery," Cole spoke up.