Disclaimer: I don't own Ninjago.
"I love my dark fortress!"
Lord Garmadon smirked sinisterly to himself as he sat comfortably on his throne. He was gazing around all the creepy sights around him that made the large building he was in nothing other than a lair of evil.
"This is the perfect place for a powerful lord of the underworld such as I! There is nowhere I would rather call home!"
Just then, one of the Skulkin entered the room. He approached his master with something held in one of his four bony hands.
"What's that you got there?" Garmadon asked. "I hope it's the Golden Weapons of Spinjitzu!"
"No, Master." The Skulkin handed what he had to his boss. "It's a package delivered by the undead mailman. It's for you."
Garmadon stared at the package. Then he shook it hard before holding it to his ear to listen.
The package was making a ticking noise.
"Ooh! It's a new clock!" The Lord of the Underworld beamed. "Just the thing I need to put up in this beloved dark fortress of mine-"
BOOM!
There was a huge explosion as the package blew up in Garmadon's face. The dark fortress was ripped apart in the blast. Everything inside was destroyed as the bricks and walls came crashing down.
When the smoke finally cleared, the dark fortress was nothing more than burnt, wrecked ruins. The one it belonged to pulled himself out from under the bricks that had buried him – before screaming at the sight of what had happened to his home.
"NOOOOOOOO! MY DARK FORTRESS!"
Garmadon threw himself onto a pile of rubble before starting to throw a tantrum. This lasted for about ten minutes before he lifted himself to his feet – which he used to kick the Skulkin who had given him the package.
"You fool! Look what you've done to my home! You should never have given me that package from the undead mailman!"
The Skulkin ruefully rubbed the spot where Garmadon kicked him. He was annoyed to be blamed for what had happened to the fortress. How was he to know the package was in fact a bomb which had been delivered to the fortress by Kai?
"As this is all your fault, you're the one who has to rebuild my fortress!" Garmadon hopped down from the piles of debris before grudgingly marching away. "I expect it to be exactly the way it was by the time I get back from picking up some ice cream!"
The Skulkin gazed around at the remains of his master's dark fortress. He was not a bit pleased that he had to rebuild all this rubble to what it had once been. He wasn't even fond of the fortress anyway.
"I suppose I could rebuild this place into a pony sanctuary," he said to himself. "That would be far better than a dark fortress! I must make sure to give it plenty of flowers! I'm sure Master would appreciate it when he comes back to that!"
The end.