A/N: Hello! This FF contains fillers and things that could've happen between episodes. Will include one-shots for the original five ninja and possibly some of the other characters. Genre varies on the story. Some genre (tags) will be: action/thriller/family/humor/friendship/hurt/comfort/adventure/sarcasm. Some are light-hearted. Some aren't.

Chapter 1:

Season Five

Action/thriller/sarcasm (depends on your kind of humor ;))

Main Character: Lloyd Garmadon

Other(s): Morro and Soul Archer

Breaking Free

During Episode 47: Stiix and Stones…

"Then let my bow give you strength…and point the way," Soul Archer said and notched an arrow in his green bow, pulling the rope taut.

The fading sunlight revealed an unnatural glow like a tiny lantern on the mountainside. Distant. Faint. Yet visible to the peaceful residents.

He released it with a twang, setting the hungry beast free to find its mark.

"Tonight, we take what's ours." With an ear-piercing shriek, the Screamer zipped through the air and dropped straight down over Stiix.

Morro watched it disappear from sight, letting a large grin spread across his young captor's face. "Master will be pleased."

"What do we do for now?"

"I have a hideout over there." Morro pointed twenty feet to their left at a cave. "Before that, get me a portable cage. Lloyd needs some rest."

He refused to admit it, but he needed it just as much from the Allied Armor. The boy's ever-present resistance made it ten times worse. If he kept this up, it'd only be a matter of hours—maybe less—before Lloyd threw him out and wreaked havoc on their plans, but what could he do to a ghost? Still, it concerned him.

"As you wish."

In the Soul Archer's absence, Morro sat by a small fire, warming Lloyd's shivering body. Stupid kid. As a ghost, he didn't need any of the drags humans had to deal with; now that he was inside the green ninja, he was hungry, thirsty, weary, and indescribably cold.

His stomach grumbled again. "Shut up, Lloyd. You're not eating anything until we learn Airjitzu."

You're never learning it! My friends will stop you, the young man's voice penetrated his mind.

"Sure, sure. You've been saying that all day. I don't know what Sensei sees in you; you're the most incompetent kid I know."

What did he see in you? You're evil.

Morro chuckled. "Sensei was wrong. I'm the Chosen One, not you."

Pathetic, Lloyd growled. You can't even stop my friends unless you're in my body.

Morro shot to his feet, shaking with rage. "You hinder me. I don't think it's wise to say these things. Once I'm out of your body, I can do anything I want and you can't stop me. You think you're better than me? No one's better than me!"

He smiled. He could feel Lloyd's fear in the pit of his empty, churning stomach. Then he rolled his eyes, tempted to punch the kid. Great. He should've instructed Soul Archer to procure some food—the alcoholic beverage was the last thing Lloyd had had, and it made him tipsy. Fortunately, he'd managed to gain control flying the dragon while his friend attacked the ninja, but it wasn't his choice of fun. He swore it was the last time he jumped into ruling the world without a developed plan that didn't cost him.

Rule #1: never drink inside an underage boy's body.

Rule #2: take over something inanimate.

Rule #3: don't ever do this again.

Maybe he should've taken over that robot instead. Zane was old enough, wouldn't get hungry, and wouldn't get drunk no matter how much he consumed.

Shaking his head regretfully, Morro plopped back down beside the dancing flames and prodded them with a stick. Wood chips scattered in a disorderly array. He kicked up the closest ashes, clenching Lloyd's fists until his knuckles turned white.

Where was Soul Archer? He should've been here by now.

Sensing his discomfort, Lloyd attempted another approach. There was no way he could stay trapped like this forever. Plus, Morro couldn't risk damaging his body when he needed it daily. What if… I need water.

Morro scoffed. "Water? Don't think I'm stupid. I know exactly what you're trying to do."

If you don't, I'll get weaker. Do you want your best vessel dead?

"You won't, o' Mighty Ultimate Spinjizu Master. There's plenty to go around at Stiix."

Then you better get ready. There's only so much I can take.

"I thought you were Sensei's strongest student. Guess I'm wrong. You can't even handle missing water for a day. You poor thing!"

Lloyd groaned internally. Of course Morro could read his thoughts and predict his every move—he was in his mind after all. Great! Now what?

"Now, you be a good little boy and sit tight. We have some…unfinished business tonight with your 'friends'."

Lloyd hated how useless he felt, trapped in his own mind, body used to hurt his closest brothers. What if Morro hurt Uncle? Or Mom?

He weakly attempted another break from his own prison and then slid to the imaginary ground in his brain. What would his father say?

So, this is exactly how Garmadon felt when the Overlord took over his body—scared and wishing he were alone more than ever. There was no way out. Morro invaded his deepest thoughts, fears, and memories, playing with them like they were pieces from a game, not a human. A few times he'd altered them just for kicks.

The ghost spoke once again, using his mouth. "Let's do something to pass the time, shall we?"

Do what?

"I'm in your body. Let's see what you can do."

Just try not to damage me, will you? I'm not indestructible. Humans. Remember, humans can die.

"You better get rid of your attitude," Morro hissed through gritted teeth, "Arrogant brat."

The ghost extended his arms and summoned wind from his hands, channeling it through every inch of Lloyd's body. It felt good. He released the suppressed energy, pushed off the ground like two jet engines, and twisted in a spiral toward the ceiling.

"Don't get too green, now."

Morro charged a ball of green flames in his palms, simultaneously hovering with his wind well above the makeshift fire below. Orange light illuminated his face and cast shadows on the cave wall, as a shape seemed to rise from thin air.

Lloyd felt strengthened from his power and seized the chance, straining to shove Morro out with a strong hurtle of gold energy. Get. Out!

Something heavy slammed against his chest, so hard it felt like it'd been ripped open and his organs had been wrenched out. His strength dissipated, leaving him with nothing to hold himself up and his stomach dropped as the wind ceased; he plummeted mid-air a dozen feet without warning.

Thud. Bones jolted out of place. Pain surged through his limbs and nails dug into his skull relentlessly, scraping down the sides. The world blurred into swirls of green, orange, and brown shades spinning at a sickening speed. Something crashed somewhere in the cave, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Voices claimed his hot, pulsing ears while he waved his weak hands. It seemed as if his arms were filled with lead and his eyes weighed a thousand pounds each. Too heavy… Something hard smothered his chest, pressed against his ribcage. Lloyd's vision cleared.

The world settled into a gentle sway on two figures looming over him. His heartbeat skyrocketed. Morro's transparent boot rested on his chest, a look of rage spread across his wicked face, conflicted with…amusement?

Soul Archer notched an arrow in the bowstring, pulled it back and aimed at his head. Lloyd held his breath, scrambling onto his sore feet, but a shudder ran up his right leg and forced him to a knee. He must've twisted it during the fall.

The Screamer stared into his eyes, dripping something Lloyd could only guess what. Almost like ghost drool.

He shuddered as Morro grabbed his shoulders and pushed his hands through the kid's flesh. No. No! No! He wanted to scream, but his voice caught in his throat, a desperate plea as his monster began to seep into his bones. No! He couldn't let Morro control him again. He just couldn't take it.

"Foolish ninja. You think you can get away that easily?" Morro half growled, half chuckled.

"I brought a cage and some provisions. Should we—"

Before Soul Archer could finish, Lloyd charged up a gold energy ball and pointed it at him, releasing a light streak. Morro blocked it with a strong gust of wind. The younger pushed back, two conflicting forces striving for dominance.

It cut into his bones like ice picks, but he held his ground. Firm. Determined. Lloyd felt his strength fueled by adrenaline quickly ebb, a dying flame assaulted by the wind. He redirected the energy, lifted one hand, and shot a thin line at Morro while dropping into a tight roll.

Twang. A Screamer zipped past, inches from his left ear. In an instant, he found himself on his feet bolting for the exit thirty feet away. Footsteps thundered behind.

"Don't let him escape!" Morro yelled.

Come on! Come on! Lloyd slipped on spilled groceries and a plastic bag, and tripped over a fallen, vengestone cage.

Twang. Another Screamer struck the ground next to his foot. He kept running.

Twenty feet. "Get back here!"

Fifteen. Lloyd skidded around the corner, momentum nearly swinging him into the opposite wall. He regained his balance and dodged a hungry Screamer.

Ten. He could see dusk outside the entrance. Almost there.

Five. "Come on, Lloyd! You can do this!" he whispered.

One. Cold wind bit at his legs, lifted him off the ground and flung him backward like a rag doll. Lloyd hit the cave floor with an audible smack, air forced out of his expanding lungs.

Morro grabbed his captive's limp arms and Soul Archer gripped his legs. They began dragging him back when the former cursed, "Stupid boy! Not only is he causing unnecessary trouble, he's banged up. What do we do?"

Soul Archer set the cage upright with ease and hauled Lloyd inside. "Don't attempt to control his powers. It strengthens him."

Morro snarled. "But—but I—whatever. My wind's more effective than his measly light bulbs." Soul Archer pushed a water bottle and a bag of potato chips into the cage; then locked it. He turned to Morro and motioned to talk out of earshot.

As the green wisps floated across the cave, Lloyd sucked the life out of the water bottle. Cool, sweet liquid ran down his dry throat. He occasionally inhaled some, but he was too thirsty to care and wolfed the chips down ravenously until he was sent into a violent coughing fit.

From the other side of the cave he caught snippets of his captors' conversation, but couldn't make out anything that would be useful.

He hugged his clammy arms, back against the cage to absorb heat from the fire. Everything was too cold.

At least you're alone for now, he told himself. In truth, he wasn't damaged severely enough Morro couldn't use him. If Lloyd had to guess, it was the after effects of the Wind Master leaving his body, using him strenuously, and starving him for an entire day.

"Hey, you." Lloyd shuddered when he felt Morro hovering above the cage. Cage… He was trapped like an animal with no escape. "It's time to go."

Lloyd rose to his feet and backed away from the door as Soul Archer unlocked it. Even if he was weak, he would find a way to stop this evil. He wouldn't hurt anyone he cared for, no matter what.

Morro floated across the tiny space and headed toward the cornered ninja, about to enter his prey.

Lloyd shut his eyes and prepared for the things to come.

I'm sorry, his mind whispered as he once again succumbed to the stronger one's will.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review! :) If you ever see mistakes or anything I need to improve on, let me know. The next chapter is humor for season 1!

-Casey Aldrich