Little thing I wrote for the new AU hehehehhe
A loud booming sound emitted off of the metal door, making Cryptor startle out of his sleep. He breathed heavily and instantly gazed at the door. He lifted the vanta-black covers and threw his legs over the bed then quickly walked over to his dresser to grab a black robe to put on and covers his exposed torso.
As he walked past his bed, he swiftly grabbed one of his swords just in case it was an intruder. He turned the door knob and forcefully opened the door to a tall inhuman like figure with four arms and I stone like texture.
“Kozu?” He said, lifting a brow. “It’s two in the morning. What do you want?”
The stone general stared at the shorter robotic general for a few more seconds before speaking in a rough calm tone.
“The Overlord asked for your presence.” Kozu said. His expression soft underneath the demonic looking mask.
Cryptor slightly scowled at the statement but then stopped midway through.
“Wait, why are you up this early?” Cryptor asked, now leaning against the door frame, his robotic tail weaving behind him.
Kozu just stares in to the red glowing eyes as he processes the question. “I don’t require sleep, remember?”
“Well, I technically don’t need it either but here I am.” Cryptor flashed a smile.
“The Overlord requests your presence.” The stone General repeated with a more demanding tone.
The robotic General groaned and it ended with a hiss.
“Okay okay.” Cryptor said, waving it off. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He shut the metallic door and a click sounded, the door locking.
Kozu stood there looking in silence as he stood outside the door tapping his foot for a few seconds.
A minute later Cryptor opened the metal door now wearing a gray ripped up shirt with the sleeves torn off and black wrappings around his arms. In the dark pastel blue wrapping around Cryptor’s waist held two sheaths that held swords in it.
Cryptor flashed a “ready to go smile” and both of the Generals walked down the hallway both of their horned shadows dominating the floor.
Kozu and Cryptor both walked back in the long dark hallways to their destination. As they waltzed, Cryptor usually started the conversation.
“What do you think he wants this time?” Cryptor asked in a curious tone, looking up at Kozu. The stone General only responded with a shrug.
“I’m not sure myself,” Kozu said. “However, I don’t think he is in a good mood right now.”
‘Fuck…’ Cryptor thought to himself. Whenever the Overlord is in a bad mood, someone gets badly hurt while in the vicinity of him. Its happen to Cryptor multiple times. Kozu…? I’m not sure.
Cryptor gulped down his worry and tried to pull off a smile.
“I’m sure everything will be fine.” Cryptor said.
‘I hope…’ Cryptor thought.
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Detective Pixane AU
Summary: PIXAL Borg is one of the best detectives in Ninjago City. She can solve any crime, fight any bad guy, save every person. That is, until, the Sons of Garmadon grow right under her nose and she meets the flirty criminal Snake Jaguar. And he’s the type of criminal that breaks a career, not makes them.
Tags: Flirty Zane, BAMF PIXAL, Asshole-but-still-a-good-person Cryptor, Matchmaking Ninjas
Based off prompt from the-modern-typewriter
“Hello?”
Detective PIXAL perked up, turning away from the computer at the sound of the unfamiliar voice echoing through the empty police precinct.
PIXAL ran the voice through her memory banks and upon reaching a match she sighed and stood up, stretching her artificial joints before walking towards the entrance of the police station. “Yes? What is it you —” PIXAL’s smile dropped once she saw exactly who was at the front door. It wasn’t exactly the person themselves that made her pleasant smile fall, but rather what they were holding.
Right on the freshly waxed floors of the police station stood four of Ninjago’s greatest heroes, dressed in their brightly colored gi’s and holding a prisoner between them.
The Ninja looked extremely out of place, the Green Ninja’s feet shifting awkwardly and looking almost guilty while the Red Ninja merely crossed his arms. The Gray Ninja was holding the prisoner by the arm while the Blue Ninja stood a couple paces away, ready to zap him if he tried anything.
“Oh, hello, Ninja,” PIXAL settled on, because she didn't really know what to say. She kept her eyes fixed on the Green Ninja, steadfastly ignoring the prisoner gazing at her.
“Detective,” the Green Ninja nodded respectfully. “Sorry to bother you so late, but we recently apprehended one of the SOG members causing trouble while we were on patrol.”
“I understand,” PIXAL said. “Thank you again, Ninja. I’ll take care of the criminal.”
The Green Ninja nodded professionally and proceeded to shuffle out of precinct, looking more like an awkward teenager at his first school dance than the leader of an elite ninja task force. The rest of the Ninja bid their goodbyes, and soon it was just PIXAL and her newly acquired prisoner standing in the lobby.
PIXAL closed her eyes. 1… 2… 3
"You would think," Snake Jaguar said conversationally. "That dealing with all the hardened criminals on a day-to-day basis, your colleagues wouldn't be so afraid to pass me to you.” He smiled, blue eyes gleaming. “I am cuffed and harmless.”
"You,” PIXAL informed him flatly, “are the bane of my working life. And you are anything but harmless. Come. I need to revisit your file.” PIXAL grabbed his arm and dragged him to the interrogation room.
The precinct waiting room was empty apart from the two of them; it was late, with the Commissioner heading home and the rest of the officers calling it a night after they went over the reports the Ninja had deposited on of the most dangerous gang in Ninjago: The Sons of Garmadon. The Sons of Garmadon were a gang rising in prominence in Ninjago City. The threat levels were rising so quickly that the police force had grown concerned, and had to team up with Ninjago’s greatest protectors: The Ninja.
Now, PIXAL didn't mind the Ninja; they were vigilantes, but good people who risked their lives for others. They were a force to be reckoned with, going up against villains and winning with power, skill, and sheer willpower. They fought on when the police despaired but were still gracious enough to offer a hand and lend information to the police — even though it was clear that they could do more with the knowledge than the officers ever could.
What PIXAL did mind about them was how they kept bringing in a certain criminal to her, and how it was suddenly her job to extract information from him. Normally, PIXAL wouldn't mind this if it weren't for the fact that he was peculiarly flirtatious and always managed to escape the police after he had been apprehended.
PIXAL had tried to pass him off to her partner and half-brother, Cryptor, but he and Snake Jaguar had swiftly exploded into an argument that left both sides with more than a little animosity between the two. Not that PIXAL couldn't relate to Snake Jaguar’s bitterness — Cryptor was known to be antagonistic and temperamental. There was a reason she was partnered with him.
“Here we are,” PIXAL sighed as she reached the interrogation room and sat him down, still cuffed. The file slapped down on the table between them and she began flipping through his records.
Name: Unknown Alias: Snake Jaguar
Affiliation: The Sons of Garmadon
Allies: Rocky Dangerbuff, Mr. E, Ultra Violet, Killow, the Quiet One (?)
Profile: Criminal rose in the ranks of the gang after saving the life of SOG General Mr. E. He is a high-ranking member in the inner circle of the gang along with partner Rocky Dangerbuff. Information on the criminal before joining the Sons of Garmadon is unknown.
USE EXTREME CAUTION: Criminal is highly trained and able to escape the security measures
PIXAL frowned at the lack of information in the file. She tapped her fingers against the table, pursing her lips in focus. The portfolio of Snake Jaguar felt so vague, and left too many gaps. But PIXAL has seen him so frequently and she knew there was more to him. There was just so much going on, and so many open pieces of the puzzle. How can one know a person without truly knowing them?
"You look tired, detective," Snake Jaguar said softly. PIXAL broke out of her thoughts to see him watching her from across the table.
"Bane. Of. My. Working. Life."
“I could bribe someone to do the paperwork for you?”
PIXAL surprised herself by letting out a soft laugh, and through Snake Jaguar’s own surprise a pleased expression settled on his face. “Thank you, but I’ll do my own paperwork. You can help me by not committing crimes anymore.”
“Ah, but then how would I get an excuse to see you, detective?” Snake Jaguar teased back, at something inside her chest fluttered. Oh, she must be glitching again — that’s been happening more frequently while she’s questioning Snake Jaguar. She should probably check that out.
Before PIXAL can respond, there’s a screech of the door opening and Cryptor walked in. Quickly, PIXAL and Snake Jaguar straighten up, and to her horror she realized that she and Snake Jaguar had both been leaning towards each other from across the table.
"PIX, have you read the Ninja's reports from last week? It —" Cryptor stopped at the door, his red eyes flicking between PIXAL, who was promptly busying herself with paperwork, and Snake Jaguar, who was glaring right back at Cryptor.
PIXAL held her breath, waiting for the moment her brother would inevitably lose his cool and blow up …
“They dumped him back here again?” Cryptor scoffed derisively. He walked in, red eyes scoring across Snake Jaguar with contempt before turning to PIXAL. “As if the rest of us are equally equipped to deal with super villains. Bastards.”
PIXAL blinked. Well, that was unusually tame — for Cryptor’s standards, anyway. “We are nindroids, Cryptor. We are more than capable of taking care of gang members and lowlifes. I doubt the Ninja have found anything useful in their interrogation and handed him to us.”
“Leftovers,” Cryptor rolled his eyes. PIXAL shook her head. Unlike her, Cryptor was less fond of the Ninja — he had too much pride to ask for help and their partnership to take down the Sons of Garmadon more than aggravated him. PIXAL could understand where he was coming from, she supposed — this was the whole reason they were created. Cyrus Borg had only begun investing in AI when he saw how overwhelmed the police were with common crime.
While the Ninja were off defeating supervillains and saving the world, the police were struggling against common hoodlums. They didn’t even have any proper weapons! This was why PIXAL was created in the first place — her and Cryptor. They were made to assist, working with the police to create a safe place in Ninjago.
This was why Cryptor was so upset. The police had let the Sons of Garmadon — a simple biker gang — grow into power until they had to go asking the Ninja for help. They had failed their jobs, and now innocent people were at risk.
PIXAL shook her head again. Now was not the time to dwell on this.
“What was it you wanted to talk about, Cryptor?” She asked.
“It's about the Ninja,” he said, and his eyes flicked towards the prisoner. “I’ll tell you later, when you aren’t tied up with your … prisoner.”
PIXAL looked down, realizing for the first time that Snake Jaguar was still there, listening to the conversation intently. PIXAL felt a bolt of alarm. She had completely forgotten he was there. If he had heard something he could take back to his gang …
“Yes, that would make sense,” PIXAL nodded curtly. “Are you finished for the night?”
Cryptor nodded. “Unless you need help with that one?” He arched an eyebrow.
PIXAL shook her head. “No, that’s alright. I can handle him. I’ve done so before.”
Cryptor was already turning away and walking out the door. “Just don’t overwork yourself and stay up too late. You’ll just burn yourself out for tomorrow and be useless,” he said gruffly.
PIXAL shook her head, unable to hide the small smile against her lips. She knew he was concerned for her, in his uncouth way. “Goodnight, Cryptor.”
The nindroid slammed the door closed in response.
PIXAL turned towards Snake Jaguar to find his crystal blue eyes already upon her. A sense of almost anticipation swept through her, and it lingered throughout the entire room they were alone in. “You heard what he said. We’ve wasted enough time. Stand.”
Snake Jaguar stood from the chair he was sitting in during the exchange and walked towards her, hands cuffed from behind his back as PIXAL began thoroughly patting him down. Her hands traveled along the planes of his body, folding into leather and pockets and pulling out all matters of utensils to help him escape — anything could be a weapon. PIXAL could feel his eyes burning into her — bright blue orbs of knowledge that tracked her movements, drank in every detail of her; from the tips of her silver hair to the purple wirings on her cheeks to the green glow of her eyes.
PIXAL didn't turn to face the criminal. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop looking at me like that.” PIXAL tried to steel some authority in her voice. “You are beginning to get on my nerve circuits. Are you going to be staring at me the whole time?”
“Only if you continue to feel me up,” Snake Jaguar responded amusedly.
PIXAL cannot stop the indignant gasp at the shameless insinuation. “I am not feeling you up!” She glared fiercely.
“Oh no? This is the fourth time you’re feeling my chest,” Snake Jaguar’s eyes were very bright.
“One can never be too thorough when it comes to you,” PIXAL snapped back. She keeps her hands very professional as she searches his jacket pockets to come up empty.
Snake Jaguar let out an amused hum before falling silent. After a moment, he suddenly asked, “Who is he to you?”
“What?” PIXAL looks up from her searching at the sudden question. Snake Jaguar stares back at her, unusually serious.
“Your police partner, Cryptor. Who is he to you?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. He seems to care about you a great deal. You seem close.” Snake Jaguar averted his eyes. “At least, as close to someone with his personality can be.”
PIXAL paused in her searching, turning up to stare at him. Her processors whirred, trying to come up with a reason why he would ask something like that out of nowhere. An idea came to the forefront of her mind and she smirked.
“Cryptor can be prickly, I’ll admit. But that just makes the moments he’s not all the more special. He is simply very serious about his job.”
“As are you!” Snake Jaguar retorted. “And yet you do not get as temperamental as him.”
“Cryptor is only tempermental because he is frustrated. He is passionate about his job and is very good at it.” PIXAL said calmly.
“It seems you care about him a great deal,” Snake Jaguar said icily. It suddenly felt as if the room had dropped several degrees in temperature.
“Indeed. Cryptor is my partner at the police force,” PIXAL said lightly. “And my half-brother.”
She felt Snake Jaguar stop at her words, and was grateful her face was turned away from him so he couldn’t see her smirk.
“Your half-brother?” He repeated.
“Yes, that’s what you call it, isn’t it?” PIXAL hummed, more focused on searching the criminal for any weapons than the conversation at hand. “Someone created from the same source, yet different? Cryptor and I were both made from Mr. Borg, but we are both different in ways that can only be discerned as being half-siblings.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not at all. Cryptor and I both love each other, in our own way. It is what it is.”
“Do you have any other siblings?” Snake Jaguar asked curiously.
This time PIXAL looked up, narrowing her bright green eyes suspiciously. “You seem awfully invested in knowing about my family, Snake Jaguar. Any reason I should know why?”
He quickly shook his head, and PIXAL found the action oddly endearing. “No! Not at all. I was just curious. I just …” he trailed off, looking frustrated. At himself, at the situation, or at her, she didn’t know. “I just want to get to know you.”
PIXAL blinked, surprised, and something strange glitched in her chest. She must be malfunctioning again. She looked down again to hide the small smile growing on her face as a pleasant feeling bloomed in her chest.
“I have a younger brother.”
Snake Jaguar looked surprised that she even answered, but soon a bright smile lit up on his face. “You do?”
PIXAL nodded. “Yes, shared between Cryptor and I. His name is Mindroid.”
“Why is he called that?”
PIXAL’s memory banks were suddenly flooded with the jokes Cryptor said once they met their honorary little brother for the first time, and she couldn’t quite hide the grin that grew on her face. “Because he’s short.”
Snake Jaguar barked out a laugh, and PIXAL could not help the amused giggles that escaped her as she remembers Mindroid’s enraged and indignant face whenever Cryptor would call him “half-pint” or “toaster” or “last out of the factory line and ran out of scrap metal”.
When their laughter finally faded, PIXAL looked up to see Snake Jaguar already watching her. His crystal blue eyes were bright as he looked at her, and his smile was soft.
“You are beautiful when you smile like that,” he said. PIXAL was taken aback with how gentle his voice sounded. How fond . “I’ve never met anyone quite like you. You’re amazing.”
Snake Jaguar hummed in acknowledgement, not taking his eyes of PIXAL as he let her step back to regain herself.
PIXAL cannot quite stop the small gasp that leaves her at that, staring up at him with wide eyes. "R-right." PIXAL’s voice processor must be damaged. She never stuttered. "I think you're all done."
No, that was absurd. Not let. He was cuffed. He had no weapons on his person and no key to escape. He may be a skilled fighter, but he was no ninja, nor Elemental Master.
A shiver went down PIXAL’s spine at the thought.
"Come along," the detective said. "You know how it goes by now."
"Indeed." The Snake Jaguar’s head tilted. "You know, there is a reason that the Ninja keep dropping me off on your shift instead of interrogating me themselves. You know that, right?"
PIXAL froze.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
The Green Ninja’s apologetic looks.
The Red Ninja’s flirty winks.
The Gray Ninja’s amused eyes.
The Blue Ninja's excited glances.
"Just something to think about," Snake Jaguar said cheerfully, then walked off in the direction of the cells. "Now, come lock me up."
PIXAL released a shaky breath and quickly hurried after him.
She was going to murder the Ninja.
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