Morroās death HC || Ninjago Fanfic
Hi I noticed that we never actually find out how Morro dies, only where, so I took matters into my own hands and wrote what happened.
Listen, I know the skeletons were sent by Garmadon years later, but I have a headcanon that skeleton armies were around for much longer. They were probably still hostile towards humans despite serving no master.
Warnings: Death, gore, trauma, etc.
So without any adue, hereās my headcanon:
Morro was prepared for this.
His eyes glowed a soft gray as he analyzed his oncoming attackers. His hands lit up and a strong gust of wind blew the majority back. Any that were left were shoved against the cave walls and knocked to the ground.
But the skeletons just kept coming. Morro was expecting unwelcome company, he liked the thrill of the fight. He wasnāt quite expecting a full battalion of skeleton soldiers, though. But he unsheathed his dagger and charged at his opponents regardless.
Why exactly was Morro in the Caves of Despair? Good question.
Ever since the golden weapons didnāt deem him worthy enough to be the green ninja, Morro strived to master each key element on his own in an attempt to āappeaseā the weapons. He believed if he was able to take on every challenge thrown at him in the natural element of each weapon, he could prove himself to them. He could prove to them that he was worthy.
He also set out to find the tomb of the First Spinjitzu master in another attempt to prove himself years ago and had yet to find it. Heād searched everywhere for it. Everywhere except the Caves of Despair, which is why he was here now.
Heād been training for this. Training for a real fight like this ever since he became a ninja.
Morro struck the first skeleton with his blade, but it only scraped its exposed skull and did little damage. He kicked back the skeleton after realizing that and backhanded one that was creeping up behind him with his fist.
But they still kept coming.
Morro couldnāt take all of them at once. He didnāt want to admit it, so he kept fighting, but he knew he couldnāt.
One skeleton yanked his hair and he yelped in surprise before grabbing it by the wrist and flipping it over his shoulder at the others. Morro conjured up more of his power of the wind and knocked more skeletons back, but before he could fire his second shot, another skeleton grabbed his arm and twisted it into a hold. Morro struggled, but doing so only putting more strain on his arm. He kicked a different skeleton in front of him and struggled more, trying to get away. The strain made him drop his dagger and another skeleton picked it up. Morro glared at his foe, letting out a raspy shout as he tried to reach for it with his free arm.
But as he struggled again, he heard a loud snap and an intense wave of pain coarsed through him. He cried out as he realized the skeleton holding him had broken his arm. Or at least dislocated it.
As his senses became clouded with pain and anger, he hardly even noticed the skeleton with the dagger had plunged the weapon into his stomach. The realization settled in only after the blade was pulled back out, ready to strike again. Morro could feel himself weakening rather quickly and he almost dropped to the ground when the skeleton let go of him to throw a punch. He dodged it just barely and used whatever energy he had left to send another gust of wind at the skeletons. They all flew back that time.
The amount of force Morro used to knock them back, however, also caused the cave to shudder. Morro stumbled back a step and looked up as rocks began falling from the ceiling. Within seconds, the entire cave began collapsing. A few larger rocks crushed the nearest skeletons as Morro started running in the opposite direction ā further into the cave. He had no other way to go, the entrance was coming down faster than the inside of the cave.
Morro stumbled as he ran, pain and adrenaline were the only thing he could feel.
The rumble of the caveās collapse died down and he realized he could stop.
He tripped over himself ā being both weak and adrenalized had its downsides ā and landed on his broken arm, causing him to yell out and roll onto his back. His gi was stained with dark blood as it pooled under him.
Morro knew he had to get out of here. He looked around for a solution but nothing came. There were no exits, he was completely trapped. The only thing interesting in the cave was a few stalagmites and stalactites that decorated the floor and ceiling. The only way out was the way he came, and that wasnāt an option anymore. He would have tried digging his way out, but that only would have been possible if he was in better condition.
As the realization of how serious his situation was sunk in, Morro tried to sit up and call for help. He doubted anybody could hear him, but he had no other option. He didnāt like asking for helpā heād always learned to fend for himself. But calling out into the nothingness might have been the only thing he could do now.
āHelp! Please, is someone out there!? Please I need help!ā he screamed. His voice only echoed against the walls that surrounded him. āPlease! Someone, anyone!ā
Hopelessness grew stronger as Morro faced the inevitable; he was never getting out of here. In fact, he thought he might be dying.
He was numb to the tears that had started rolling down his face as he kept yelling and screaming for someone. He didnāt want to be left here. Why the hell did he come on this stupid mission anyway? It wasnāt even something Wu had told him to do.
āPlease!ā his cries became weaker. āI donāt wanna die here, please someone helpā¦ā
Morro realized he was sobbing now. He cursed himself for being stupid enough to come here. He was upset, lost, in pain and hopeless and he hated it.
āI donāt wanna dieā¦ I-I donāt want to goā¦ Pleaseā¦ā
His arm had become numb while his stomach had gotten worse. He tried holding the wound with pressure using his other hand, but it wasnāt enough and he continued to bleed out.
Morro screamed, his voice bouncing off the walls and tearing his throat raw. He screamed in anger, in sadness, in painā¦ he screamed at himself for being so foolish, at Wu for making him believe, at his fate for leaving him here, and at everything else he could think of. Even if he didnāt think about all of this green ninja bullshit, he was still upset with everything. His entire life flashed before him just then as he cried harder.
He never had it easy. His parents abandoned him for the First Spinjitzu Master knows why, he lived off of scraps he found in the streets. He was looked down upon and ignored by everyone above him. Even other beggars didnāt pay much mind to him ā why would they? Morro was nothing but another problem to worry about, a kid, and they already had their own shit to deal with.
Made him believe he could be someone so much more than who he ever was.
Morro became bitter and angry. Rightfully soā in his opinion. Heād spent so much time on his obsession to focus on any other part of his life. He was eighteen, and yet still never found his parents, or love, or friendship, or happinessā¦
Now that he was about to die in this cave, lost and forgotten. No one even knew he was here.
The pain began to subside and Morro felt fuzzy. His tears stopped falling and he took his next few breaths very carefully. His vision clouded in darkness as his eyes slowly closed.
And he sighed his last breath.
Morro wasnāt prepared for this.
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