Pain: A Ninjago Fanfic #TheZaneJulienCompetition

Connections

Zane's POV
Morning usually comes with peace.
Usually, I wake up slowly. Not today. Today, I was jerked out of my sleep by shard words and rough hands.
There is one officer in my cell, and he is trying to remove the diagnostic cord stuck into the back of my head. He succeeds, and also camps a set of handcuffs onto my wrists.
I am still sore from the procedure last night, so the officer struggled to drag me upwards and out of the cell.
As I was escorted out of my cell, I am joined by various other droid inmates, each accompanied by their own officer.
One certain face in the crowd stands out to me. A taller droid with dark gray plating and black spiked hair. I couldn't see his face because he was facing the ground, but I imagined he looked like Kai. A large crowd of droids and I are escorted to a communal area that somewhat resembled a gym. I am sent to an area where some others are either exercising or sitting around.
The officer nearest to me addresses the group. "This is #234801. Don't mess with him."
No one spoke up, including me, as the officer returned to his post.
As soon as the officer was still, the rest of the group introduces themselves. The one from before turns out to be Cyte, (he turned out to look more like Cole than Kai) and his brother, Kirv looks a lot like Cyte, but a little more like Kai in personality. There's a older looking (he actually looks young, but his construction is definitely antique) droid named Cole. He kind of looks like me, but is shy and worry full. Axi is the only one in the group who identifies as female. She reminds me of Pixal in appearance, but their resemblance stops there. Axi has the personality of a certain fire ninja I could name. I had no idea there were so many droids in Ninjago.
The group becomes engaged in a conversation about what it's like to be new here. Cole complained about the cords that got jammed into your head, while Axi thought the officers were the worst.
"What do you guys think about the procedure?" I asked.
Four pairs of eyes gazed at me when I said this.
"What procedure?" Cyte asked. "Don't tell me you're getting special treatment."
I shook my head. "Forget it."
Cyte nodded, understanding but unknowing. "Ummm...234801?" Cyte asked, using the number I had been given. "What's your name?"
"Zane." I responded.
Cyte smiled. "Better to call you something I can remember."
I forced back a smile, but my worry plagued me.