A/N: OwO. Ninjago spin off of Time Fixers. Ah-something for me to have fun with owo. I have no idea what I am doing but generally I am going to have too much fun with this somehow. Inspired by Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu - Season 8- Sons of Garmadon. While following it's basic plotline several changes will be put to action, generally in the Harumi plotline and Garmie is my bae. Give him loaf- aaa

So basically the reason why I did this is because due to me finding several similarities between Ninjago and Time Fixers. Such as Zane and SpongeTron, Tammy and Nya, Tommy and Jay, Darry and Lloyd, Kai, Cole. Also GARMIE IS THE BEST BOI-AAAA! ALSO, I don't own any of the characters here, except for Annie and Sons of Phantoms, except for that unmistakable face oWo. THEY ALL BELONG TO SOLMASTER11 and ANIMYX! I HAVE ALSO GOT PERMISSION WHOOO! GO READ TILL SEASON 3 IF YOU WANNA UNDERSTAND THIS AND ALSO, I WILL GIVE THEM A FLYING SHIP! I WILL NAME IT THE BOUNTY. JK.

I only own Annie here owo. Also, I will drop few easter eggs of Ninjago here. Look closely uwu.

Summary: A few years since The Terror Within, in which Danny had sacrificed himself to save everyone from Dan. Since then, Dan had ceased to exist, and the world went on peacefully. Several years later, while the Nicktoons continued being heroes, went on their own paths. That was until a new cult emerged in Amity Park, committing petty crimes and calling themselves the Sons of the Phantom, who worshipped none other than Dan Phantom. No one really paid much attention to them until they committed a serious crime, trying to steal an ancient artifact in Amity Park museum, the mask of spirits.


Time Fixers: Sons of the Phantom


Episode One: The Mask of Spirits

"Well, at least, I didn't kill myself this time," Darry tried to reason with his mother, who simply crossed her arms, glaring down.

Yuki raised her eyebrows skeptically as she looked at Darry. Sam was not so pleased with the new revelation of what had happened. She cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows raised in a mix of skepticism and worry.

It had been several years. They were still getting used to it. If it was not their circumstances, Darry would have been happy for his mother to have stayed with them. However, there was still this feeling of dread pushed away. Even though, Dan was no longer to return.

"Darry-you need to be more careful. We don't want to lose another family member," Sam trailed off, as she stared at the window of their home. She sighed softly, pushing away the strands of black that fell over her face.

"I know, mom, and I won't die. I promise,"

"That was a hell of a dangerous fight. After all, that's what your dad said to us, and see how we ended up,"

"I mean it, mom,"

"Darry-it's not easy,"

"Neither is it easy for me,"

They fall silent as they sat in silence as Sam wrapped Darry's bloodied arm as she shook her head once in a while, stifling the words spewing out of her mouth, knowing it was not enough to convince her son.

Yuki sat there, spacing out, not really paying attention to Sam or Darry's conversation. She was grateful that Darry was alive and the only comfort of her father's passing that he was in a better place.

Dan wasn't anywhere near an easy opponent, let alone allowing his own brother to fight with him was enough to give her nightmares and land her brother in a lengthy hospital visit. Scars from that day were still visible. However, she will never get how her brother manages to put on his brave face.

Maybe that's what she respected of Darry. His heart. She was jolted to reality by Darry's loud yelp and her mother chiding him to stay still.


Birthdays were something that Tammy and Tommy looked forward too. They were finally fifteen! Jorgen had let them have Poof for a while, something that the twins were grateful for! They enjoyed spending their time fighting for the good of Dimmsdale. Their productivity was only boosted when they were allowed to homeschool, of course with the permission of their father.

The sad thing about this was their father was too busy to attend. Sure, he sent them lots of gifts and made sure to video call them at least once a week, it was still lonely. And what boosted it was their nearly absent mother figure, who had passed away of cancer when they were really young.

In times like this did the twins depend more on themselves to help cheer them up.

Poof poofed up a cake, a rather plain but elegant looking cake with its sides crusted with dried chocolate syrup, a mixture of the twins' favorite flavors. Poof helped to conjure candles up on the caked as Tommy lit them up.

After a rather soft birthday song, and blowing out the candles. They ate the cake in silence. No jokes cracked, no arguments. Just silence. Not awkward or anything but this sort of comfortable silence where they can just focus on the cake and flavors it brings.

"Oh, I think we have to handle a crime!" Tommy said as he brought up a beeping device out of his pocket. Tammy craned her neck to see the location of the distress call. And, without much scuffling or hesitation, they poofed out the house to help the citizens with their problem.


SpongeTron was fine with the change. They were still friends. They did meet up from time to time. Yet, there was this emptiness within the robot as he realized the Nicktoons disbanded. SpongeTron had watched people around his grow, change and mature. It was amazing, sometimes, to see how change takes place.

And the happiest change that he experienced was Max. Max had grown, the boy, now five, had a younger sister that he was overprotective of and SpongeTron cannot help but smile whenever Max tried to defend her from a playground bully or just sneak an extra cookie for her.

It was not a surprise to say Max was fond of Annie. Annie was small, really fragile when she was born. Regardless, she grew up as a healthy baby, doing normal things. Annie was a girl who took more after her father's side in appearance, with brown hair, although it was a relief that she did not inherit her father's elongated head. Her eyes were a marvelous shade of emerald, and her skin tone was tanned like his father.

What set Annie apart in the Neutron Family that she did not have the brains of them, rather she excelled more in sports and non-academics, something that Max hoped to attain.

"Max, kick the ball to me, pwease!" The three-year-old coaxed as her face scrunched up into a one of concentration.

"I can't!" Max replied, who always flopped backwards whenever he attempted to kick a ball.

"Well, bawance on your one feeth and zen, you kick the ba' wif you' ank'e locked," Annie explained. Annie, for one, was not really good at pronouncing words since she was not old enough to go to school. Some people could not completely understand her but Max, for one, did.

"How does one lock their ankle?"

"Wike don't mo'e it too much,"

And, Max kicked, and this time correctly, although the pass was quite weak, Annie clapped, a big grin taking over her features.

SpongeTron watched this from a distance and could not help but smile, if it weren't for his supposedly dormant Recaller beeping, as if someone was calling him. SpongeTron frowned. He kept the Recaller for the purpose of good memories but now, someone was calling him.

"SpongeTron!" It was a voice that he would never forget. Darry's. Although it had gotten deeper, there was something unmistakable in that voice that helped SpongeTron tell him apart from everyone else.

"Darry?"

"Yes, this is Darry. Can you meet me in Amity Park. ASAP. Tommy and Tammy are coming too! This is really important!"

"I am watching Max and Annie though?"

"No time. Tell commander that this something urgent,"

"Wait, was this mission assigned by the commander?"

"No. But it's still just as important. I will explain to you in Amity Park Museum,"

The line was cut off, leaving him in static. SpongeTron quickly printed out a note and left as he pressed the button to Amity Park and there and then, he left.


"Thank you for coming in a short notice, Nicktoons!" The police officer began. A rather obese man in his late 40s with stubble on his face. He looked rather serious and slightly frazzled.

"From what our investigation have discovered that the person who attempted to steal the mask was the new cult, Sons of the Phantom. We have come to the conclusion that he wants to resurrect your deceased father!"

"But-they are dead!" Tommy said, "We have defeated him!"

"But the key to resurrecting him is within three masks, the mask of spirits, the mask of death and the mask of resurrection. If they collect all three of them, they would have the power to resurrect the dead!"

"The current mask that we have is the mask of spirits. They almost stole it if it were not for Darry, here! But, now, we are going to entrust the mask within your power. I hope that you will do everything in your power to protect it,"

"Yessir. I will do everything to protect it as long as I have the power, breath in my body,"

"Thank you! We owe you one!" The officer handed the mask. It looked rather ugly and looked like a face that only a mother could love. Tommy wrinkled his nose.

"Is this something like Voodoo magic?" SpongeTron inquired.

"I'm not sure," Tammy trailed off as she looked at the mask that was given to them.

"Well, it's been a while since we last met up and we are going on mission after like five years. Y'all want to catch up? Maybe grab a pizza and talk over stuff while we try to figure out where are the other masks," Darry suggested as they walked out of the building with the mask in their possession.

They stared out from the glass-windowed balcony of the apartment Darry had rented for himself so as it is easier for him to transit to college. (Darry is 19 and his college takes at least an hour drive from his actual house)

"Never knew you would be responsible enough to pay off your own apartment," SpongeTron asked, rather impressed with the new revelation.

"But, I still go to visit Mom and Yuki or just drop off there whenever I am bleeding out," Darry replied sheepishly.

Tommy was into his third pizza slice while the others were talking, discussing.

"So, you got any intel on the masks?" Darry asked, turning to Tammy who was typing vigorously on the laptop in hopes to find at least some clue about the masks.

" The next mask is displayed somewhere in the other museum in Amity Park and also, the last mask, the mask of resurrection, the powerful of them all, is considered missing," Tammy explained, as bit into her pizza slice.

"I should be looking after Annie and Maxwell,"

"Well, we don't want a ghostly maniac running amok because of some maniac cult," Darry reasoned.

"But still-"

There was a sort of ring that came from robot as he trailed off, answering the transmission that was located from Retroville.

"SpongeTron? What are you doing in Amity Park?" It was the familiar voice of Jimmy Neutron that rang out from the receiver. Tommy and Tammy exchanged looks as Darry tapped his finger to his chin.

"Sorry, Commander, but something came up,"

"Shouldn't Darry be handing it?"

"Sorry, Commander, but I need all the help we could get for this mission. It was sort of urgent," Darry tried to explain.

"Darry? Is that you? Yeah, I would prefer a little more explanation to what is going on,"

"Remember Dad's evil self…" Darry trailed off, a frown taking over his expression.

"What about it? He has ceased to exist. It is impossible for him to wrecking havoc now,"

"Okay, the thing is that, there is this cultist group in Amity Park that wants to resurrect Dan,"

"That's impossible,"

"And, so is magic, but magic exists,"

"Touche,"

"They are currently stealing ancient ghost artifacts and murdering and capturing anyone whom they consider as a threat. And, from what I have heard, they are quite powerful and impossible for me to take it on my own,"

"Well then, looks like we have to call back the Nicktoons. We will meet in HQ to discuss more about this. We need all hands on deck,"


It has been five years and HQ had changed. It looked a lot more complicated and rather dizzying to those who aren't familiar with technology. The four nicktoons appeared into the HQ where cadets (or now the official nicktoons) were standing talking among each other.

"Ah, you have finally made it, although I expected you to come along with Yuki since you share the same living quarters?"

"Oh, that- we were hanging out in my apartment. Sorry for being late, we had to finish the pizza before it was cold," Darry replied, rubbing the back of his head. Darry noticed a familiar slender figure standing next to Yuki, that recognized as his mother.

"Anyway, everyone on the same page about the group who wants to resurrect Dan?" Jimmy asked, before he launched into what they were gathered about. There were collective nods and 'yes' from the Nicktoons as Jimmy gave a nod of approval.

"Well then, any of you have cracked any information about the cultists?"

"Well, we did figure the location of two of the masks, in which one is in our possession," SpongeTron replied.

"What about the other one?" Junior asked, a few months shy of ten, although he had matured, he still retained his innocent and peaceful nature.

"The whereabouts of the third mask is unknown," Darry replied, pointedly.

"What are the names of the three masks?" Twitchy, now a burly sixteen year old, although still retaining his love for candy, mellowed down into a lot less hyperactive and more realistic person.

"The one we have is the Mask of Spirits, the one in the other museum is the Mask of Death. The unknown one is the Mask of Resurrection,"

"Oh boy, are we venturing into the unknown?" The still daring Crash was almost excited at the prospect of adventure but Jimmy shook his head as Crash's expression almost flopped.

"Well from what I have heard they are really dangerous if in the wrong hands," Kida, who now was, eleven, looked a lot more simple yet there was a hint of elegance to her. Something that many boys fall for. Nevertheless, she was still friends with Yuki.

And then, there was a loud crash, and there was a huge hole in the HQ (although it is considered an impregnable fortress, anyway they are a cult, they are bound to do some random shit to get in here), and there came their adversaries on motorbikes. And in front was the unmistakable robot that SpongeTron would never forget.


A/N: AAAAAAAAAA- this was in my head for too long and I hope you like it owo! They are all aged up, five years since Terror Within! Please leave a review and every favorite and follow means a lot to me