We Are Survivors

Shattered Charades

    Outside Kryptarium Prison, an unmarked car pulled up. Two familiar figures sat inside it. 

    "Yes! I can't believe we're actually doing this," squealed Chamille excitedly from the passenger side as she wrapped a scarf around her bright purple hair.

    Ash hurriedly signed to her.

    "What? No! Of course I'm not having second thoughts. We're doing this," said the Master of Form while grinning widely. She giggled, "I just can't believe you're letting me do this. This is the most action I've had in months! Let's go!"

    She hopped out and drenched the lower front of her maternity dress with water before waddling up to the menacing gates of Kryptarium with Ash close beside her. They peered up at the towering iron wall then at each other in silent confusion.

    "So do we knock or—" began Chamille, nearly jumping out of her skin when sirens started blaring. She took in a deep, steadying breath and whispered to her husband, "Showtime." In an instant, her face scrunched up into a mask of pain while Ash put on a show of panic, holding her up as her knees seemingly buckled.

    "What's goin' on out here?"

    "I'm 'bouta pop!" 

    A guard with a blinding flashlight bounded up to the gate, looking incredibly confused. "Huuuh?"

    He looked one look at Chamille and his eyes widened. He fumbled with his walkie talkie as he shakily informed the others, "Uh g–guys! We got a situation out here!"

    "Well, take care of it," ordered the voice on the other end.

    "I can't," whined the guard, almost on the verge of full-blown panic. "There's a pregnant lady out here and she's 'bouta give birth!!"

    For the longest time, there was silence on the other end before the voice gruffly said, "Fine, bring 'em in."

    Ash and Chamille shared secret grins as he helped her limp inside the facility. 

    The Sons of Garmadon were highly suspicious of the couple but the dramatic, pained groans and shrieks from Chamille was enough to make them steer clear. 

    In the main holding area, the guard loudly asked the prisoners, "Do we have a doctor in the house?" He gestured desperately to the woman in "labor."

    The Elemental Masters were shocked by the appearance of the couple and were also fooled by the Master of Forms performance. They all immediately pointed to Neuro who mumbled, "Guys. I have a Doctorate in Psychology. That has nothing to do with giving birth!"

    "Yes, but Neuro is doctor," said Karlof, not getting it.

    The Master of the Mind rubbed his temples in exasperation and sighed.

    Tox, who had been looking very hard at her best friend, finally caught her eye. She raised an eyebrow in surprise when the pregnant woman subtly winked at her.

    The Master of Poison murmured to her boyfriend, "Oh my First Spinjitzu Master. That little stinker is faking."

    "You sure?" whispered Shade.

    Chamille let out a borderline over the top wail and dramatically crumpled into Ash's arms. The Master of Smoke gently settled her on the ground, supporting her head in his lap. His acting skills were somewhat flagging at this point.

    "Ah, never mind. I see," chuckled the Master of Shadow.

    The Sons of Garmadon, who were all incredibly uncomfortable and panicky, immediately hauled the volunteered Neuro out along with Maya who had identified herself as being experienced with labor.