•The World Isn't Ending• (Cole x Reader)

we are different and united, you are us and we are you•༄

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hey babes! welcome to my Cole x Reader, in this story you are Y/n Ninjago's one and only wind ninja, so enjoy! love ya <3
Song in title- This Is Our Story
by Brian D'Arcy, James Company, & Sutton Foster
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Why do we suck at escaping? No clue. But here we are—split up. Again! And Cole... Cole is alone with that Skull Sorcerer.

I clenched my fists as worry gnawed at me. I couldn't imagine what he was going through. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Did he have a plan?

My spiraling thoughts were rudely interrupted by Kai's loud groaning.

"Ugh, are we just going in circles?"

Zane, ever calm, responded, "I believe my internal gyroscopic positioning would alert me if that were the case."

"Okay, good." Kai nodded, relieved—until Zane added casually,

"Unless the rock in this cave is ferrous or naturally magnetized."

Kai blinked. "Well... then what would happen?"

I sighed, already seeing where this was going. "Then we would be going in circles."

Kai froze, eyes narrowing. "Oh, great. Now you tell me?" He huffed, shaking his head before stopping abruptly. His eyes scanned the surroundings, suspicion growing on his face.

"Wait a second..." He stepped toward a rock, pointing at it accusingly. "I've seen this rock before. We passed this rock an hour ago! Argh! I knew it! I just said—"

A sudden chorus of tiny voices erupted from the darkness, cutting him off. The sound bounced off the cavern walls, a singsong chant echoing through the tunnels:

"All Geckles hail, the savior of the cave.
She was strong, she was tough, she was very, very brave.
The great warrior Gilly, the savior of the cave.
Left us the blades about which we rave.
A great Blade of Ivory, stolen by greed.
Soooo we won't give up until our blade is freed!"

Kai instantly grabbed me and Zane, yanking us behind a jagged rock for cover. I peeked out cautiously, my eyes landing on a small group of Geckles. They were scurrying about a moss-covered outcropping, harvesting strange-looking plants from the cavern walls.

One of them—who I assumed was the leader—climbed up a rickety ladder, waving his arms excitedly. "Groko! Garpo! The moss is particularly plump and juicy today! More moss milk for everyone! Huzzah!"

Another Geckle, Garpo, beamed, holding up a handful of the slimy green substance. "Exactly, Ginkle! Putrid and rotten! Delicious!"

Garko, a third Geckle, chimed in, reaching for a massive chunk of moss. "There's so much today! We should have brought more buc—"

CRACK.

His ladder wobbled dangerously before snapping completely.

"Aahh!"

He tumbled straight down... right onto Kai.

SCHLORP.

The entire bucket of moss milk—rotten, slimy, and absolutely disgusting—sloshed over Kai, coating him from head to toe in purple goop.

Kai's eyes went wide in horror. His lips trembled.

"It's... in my mouth."

He gagged, his face twisting in absolute revulsion.

"It's in my mouth!"

His breathing hitched.

"Oh no—"