Dream: Ninjago & Reader
-a little thing I did
-when you wish you were in your favourite show instead of this terrible world we live in
Summary:
You passed out after a run in with Ultra Violet. After having an incredibly vivid dream, you wake up.
(Y/n) groaned and sat up. Her vision was blurry and her head spun until she felt dizzy. The darkened skies over Ninjago seemed to force her out of focus as she tried to get a grip on what just happened.
A hand landed on (Y/n)’s shoulder and she had the urge to run a knife through the guy’s hand. “Woah, woah! It’s just us.” said a familiar voice. (Y/n) heaved in a deep breath, eyeing the group of people before her.
“Why aren’t you wearing masks? Was the virus finally eradicated? Is it still twenty-twenty?” The people before her gave her an odd look. “Uh, what in Ninjago are you talking about?” questioned the boy clad in blue.
The one in white took a knee and placed a hand to (Y/n)’s head. “Her fever is gone, but I believe she hit her head harder than we originally thought.” The boy in red let out a small sigh that reminded (Y/n) of an elder brother ready to scold his younger sibling.
“That Ultra Violet did a number on you.” he grumbled. The one in black held out a hand and pulled (Y/n) off the ground. “Virus, masks, twenty-twenty? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but we have a job to do.” The one in green nodded. “Yeah, the Sons of Garmadon are still out there, and they’ll continue terrorising the city."
It was then that (Y/n) realised how ridiculous she had sounded only moments ago. Virus? Masks? Twenty-twenty? (Y/n) slapped her cheeks with a shake of her head. "Right, right! The Sons of Garmadon. Hah…” Nya clapped (Y/n) on the back with a grin. “Come on, let’s go save Ninjago.”
