Wisps: Recollection (Ninjago X Reader)

4. Stone Warrior

You pounded your fist on Joe's office door, suitcase in hand. Your knuckles scraped against the rough wood until he opened the door, showing a grumpy face. He was a bit groggy at first but instantly caught on to your predicament, albeit with a carefree attitude.

"And you're sure that robot ninja said he'd get police in two days?"

"Yes!"

"Then why are you worried?" His posture slouched on the door frame and yawned, "Relax."

"What don't you understand?"

"Obviously if he wanted to catch you he would have done it himself and not give you a warning."

"Joe, he was pissed."

"Alright, alright, alright, I've been meaning to do this for a while but I guess now is a perfect time." He simpered. "You'll move into my new shop in Ninjago City!"

"I need to be undercover. Not out in a city!"

"Please, like I would let you start working while the "scary" ninja is onto you. We'll wait a few days to see if he came with my paid police and depending on what happens, we continue."

"...This better work out."

...

The trip to Ninjago city went without a hitch and the police never did arrive. Only the white ninja did (a whole week later), but it seemed more to check that you left. 

'It looks like he was bluffing.' 

Looking around the new office brought a few things to attention. It's definitely an upgrade from the cramped storage room. Pastel lavender coated the walls meeting a bland carpet. There wasn't a foul smell that assaulted your nostrils. You placed your incense on the partly empty bookshelf in the far corner, adjacent to the couch. Your pupils felt like they would roll into your skull and never come back when you read the cliché titles of the books: "The Dead Brought to Life in Seven Simple Steps!" or "A Ghost is Haunting my House! What do I do?" and the most ridiculous one being, "How to Reach the Afterlife Without Dying".

'I need to throw that garbage out!'

Over at the desk was one cushioned chair that overlooked a bench. Its wood gleamed like the computer's screen that sat on the table. A sigh escaped your lips when you plopped down on the chair.

'Better than that stool.'

What a packed schedule; it had been a couple of weeks since the move. Time on the monitor ticked by. Distractions were just that. Thoughts took root in the head and twisted. A voice peskily drummed away in your head.

'I wish I could leave.'

It's something that's stuck at the back of your mind. Joe's controlling and money-grubbing attitude are inconveniencing but you don't need to tail it now. Especially now. Running away is out of the question as he would snitch you out as soon as he caught wind- his employees made sure of it. Even if escape were possible, where would you go? Barely scavenging food in a forest is asking for a slow death. And then there was traveling from village to village, stealing from people's livelihoods, never getting the chance to rest-

'Demon! Oni! Evil Spirit-!'

They didn't even bother to understand.

Your fingers rubbed your temples as you settled your head on the... wobbling table. The earth rumbled and you dived under the desk. It dulled to a steady tremble and came to standstill. People are a noisy mess outside. You took your chances and dashed out and into aisles with products a splatter on the floor, only boxes and bags still intact. You see customers panicking and arguing with the employees. The uproar blended in with the banging against the glass.