Ninjago Plasma One Shots

i miss you

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The room was quiet, the main lights switched off, the only source of light coming from the small desk lamp. It felt warm, somewhat homely, but very messy. Clothes were thrown across the floor in piles, the bed was unmade, and there were random ornaments in places they shouldn't be.

Small string fairy lights framed a part of the wall along the bed, lighting up what seemed to be a photo wall filled with numerous selfies and pictures of friends and family.

The room seemed to be empty up until now, a familiar shadow entering the frame. At first, the camera couldn't pick it up well, but as soon as a figure stepped into the light, everything became so much clearer.

A man wearing chequered pyjama bottoms and a warm burgundy sweater made his way over to the desk, a hot drink in hand. His hair was damp, very messy and, unlike the pictures on the wall behind him, very much flat. After pulling out the spinning desk chair, he placed the warm drink down on the table, glancing around the room before sitting down. He was quite muscular, a long scar being the most standout feature on his face, although the rather large dark circles under his eyes took some of the attention away from it.

He didn't look into the lens, just taking the time to get comfortable in his seat. He was tense, brushing a hand through his hair briefly before sitting up straight.

The mug was soon pulled towards him, all eyes on it for a moment. It took a while for him to do anything, but eventually he lifted it up and began to sip. The mouthful of warmth seemed to help him find his words.

Once the mug was placed safely back down on the desk, his eyes finally trailed up towards the camera, a light smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

"Hey."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, but also comforting. It was familiar, something angelic and peaceful. It didn't take long for him to chuckle though, his eyes drifting from the camera. His gaze remained on a spot to the right of him, blinking as if he were trying to find the right thing to say.

"Nya said I should probably join in," and then he blinked again, his head turning back to the camera with a slight frown, "not that I didn't want to, obviously I did, but... I don't know . I guess sitting in front of a camera and talking to myself feels stupid."

He sighed, closing his eyes briefly.

"Not that it is stupid, and I'm not talking to myself because I'm talking to you but-" he stopped himself, finding a chuckle before looking back into the lens, "I'm sure you'd understand."

Smile fading quickly, his gaze drifted down towards the mug his hands were now wrapped around. The awkward tension to the silence seemed to float around the room, passing right through the camera and back into the man in red.

It appeared he knew there was no fun in this. There was no fun in talking to someone you didn't even know was still out there. And even though he knew he was talking to someone, it still felt as if he was alone; talking to nobody but himself.

At the end of the day, he really was.

"I'm glad Nya came up with the idea actually. It's sweet, and I guess it gives us something to do rather than be stressed about the state of the world. And, well, I suppose it makes things feel a little more normal. Things have been weird recently."

He shrugged, seemingly turning his brain to auto-pilot mode as he picked up his mug.

"Which is to be expected since the realms merged and-" he stopped abruptly, blinking, "I'm sure someone's already explained it to you. Or you've probably already figured it out wherever you are."

Lifting the mug to his lips, he took a moment to appreciate the warmth it brought him. Warmth he'd missed so dearly. It took a few minutes for him to finally take another sip but once he did, his eyes managed to find the camera lens.