[being rewritten for the 1938473th time]
If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summer away, lost in history books and adventure novels, finding excitement in their written words.
Meeting Lloyd Garmadon changed her plans.
Suddenly, Y/n is l...
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i need no introduction welcome to the greatest show i can teach you how to ruin your relationships with everyone important that you know
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TW: panic attack, impalement, blood
sorry for the wait, hopefully 9k words makes up for it
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I stared at Misako, silent in my shocked stupor. Garmadon was first to respond, stepping around his wife and leaving for the bridge with Wu and Ronin hot on his heels. Misako followed. I was the last one out of the training room.
The hallway wavered as I sped at the back of the pack, my bewildered brain turning my surroundings to something incoherent. I could barely comprehend what Misako just said - Simon Gessei didn't exist? That couldn't be right. I shook my head to reorientate myself and left it spinning faster.
"Wait!" I caught up to the rushing adults. "Wait - what do you mean Simon doesn't exist?"
"It means what I said it does," Misako answered. She shouldered open the door to the bridge where Skylor was still on a video call from her laptop in her bedroom. Her brown eyes immediately landed on me and turned with worry. I was about to rip my hair out from all this external pressure.
"That's impossible," I said. "I've known Simon my entire life."
"What about your aunt-?" Ronin asked.
"She's normal!" I insisted shrilly, and only took pause to calm my voice when Wu placed a hand on my shoulder. "Aunt Rose has nothing to do with any of this."
"Do you have an idea why your cousin wouldn't have any records?" Skylor asked. In the background stood Pixal, who flipped through a manila folder that looked to have been stolen from somewhere official. "I couldn't even find a photo of him - and I checked all of your family's social media accounts."
"Because he's insane?" I said with sarcastic annoyance. I stilled for a beat before pulling out my phone. "I have a photo of him. Mum made me take a family selfie on Christmas."
They crowded around me as I pulled up my phone's selfie album. My cheeks warmed considerably as I scrolled past the cliché couple photos I'd taken with Lloyd on the New Years trip, and my heart sunk when I continued past the hundreds of crudely-taken selfies of himself when he stole my phone. I could feel Misako and Garmadon's anguish bloom at the rare images of their once carefree son.
