Enter The Ninjaverse

CHAPTER 58

Dr. Sanders Saunders groaned as he fiddled with his mustache. Why he'd chosen to make his disguise something that required so much hassle to put on was something he questioned every day. Putting on this act as a dopey old man that cared only for how the museum looked was as taxing on Krux as it felt to try to stick his mustache on each morning. The museum was the perfect cover for him, a place that nobody would look twice at what he was planning, but it had its own disadvantages associated with it. Namely, the effort it took to keep his persona going was as draining as manual labor at times.

"Time simply can't move fast enough," Krux muttered to himself in his normal voice, "Just a few more months, then we can move forward with the plan. I just need that pesky thing to open back up for me. It'll be my reward for spending so long in this place!"

Well, the museum wasn't all bad. Even if his persona was ridiculous, the people of Ninjago needed to learn about history. So many youth were growing up not knowing the struggles their forefathers had fought to give them the peace that they had. Steering people towards learning of the past for the sake of their future was part of why he'd chosen to work in this museum. If he was going to make a disguise, it might as well be one that he enjoyed doing the work for.

Speaking of people, Dr. Saunders turned a corner to see someone standing in front of a painting at the end of one of the many hallways. Specifically, it was the painting of the battle at the Monastery he and his brother had waged against Garmadon and his pathetic brother Wu. The man was wearing a coat, his hand stuck in his pockets and his face obscured. Seeing someone look at that painting was enough to make him eager to go over and talk.

"Is museum cold?" Dr. Saunders asked in his high pitched voice, "Museum kept at even 68 degrees, no want to harm artifacts we have here! There are many priceless things in these walls."

"Oh, I think it's perfect in here," The man responded in a raspy voice, "I was just admiring your painting here."

"Ah, this thing?" Dr. Saunders turned to the painting, "You have good eye. Sadly it is no big importance to history. I hang it here because it is minor skirmish at best. The artist do very good job interpreting the scene!"

"They truly did," The man reached his hand out to point towards Krux in the painting, "Is everything here accurate to what happened?"

"Oh accounts vary, little detail to go off of!" Dr. Saunders waved his hand, "Entire story could be simple exaggeration by eager storyteller. All we know is this happen right after the Serpentine Wars! Big battle between Hands of Time. Very accurate depiction from what I've seen!"

"You know... the more I look at this, the more I don't think it is," The man turned towards Dr. Saunders, face shrouded in shadow, "You see, this painting shows Wu and Garmadon holding the Time Blades to the left side of the Monastery. The thing is..."

The man reached up and threw his hood back, showing the grinning face of Acronix, "...We both know they sent us into the Time Vortex in front of the dragon statue, brother."

"Acronix?!" Dr. Saunders fumbled out of his normal voice, "You back! I mean, agh! Stupd thing!" Krux ripped the mustache off and tossed the glasses aside, staring at his brother in shock, "You're... you're back! Brother, I thought you would be arriving later!"

"Oh, I had a chance to get out a little... early," Acronix smirked, "How have you been doing, brother?"

"I've, I've been doing well!" Krux fought to get over his shock, "In fact I've learned quite a bit about Ninjago now. I've been working on a plan to get back at those pathetic brothers. It looks like time has gone and taken our chance to get Garmadon, but we still have a shot at Wu!"