Sensei Wu looked at a lemon

"Mmm, Lemon time!" He grasped the sour yellow fruit in his bony hands and began to peel it with his fingers. As he was peeling, Zane walked into the kitchen, his eyes widened and he began to tremble. Lemon juice dribbled from his Sensei's mouth, and all Zane could do was stand there, shivering. For the first time in his robot life, Zane felt true fear. He didn't know how, maybe it was God's mercy, but somehow he found the courage to run. He burst into the living room where his friends, his poor oblivious friends were.

"Guys, Guys! Sensei, he- he's…" Zane collapsed to the floor. The others were surrounding him now. Worried, Pixal knelt down, holding his shoulders.

"Zane, what happened?" Zane looked into her eyes, he could see her worry, if he was capable of crying he would. "Where do we go Pixal?" He croaked, "Where do robots go if they die?"

"Zane?" Zane looked down again, he couldn't bear to see the fear in their eyes.

"L-Lemons!" Just as he finished, a black stalactite shot through the doorway, impaling Zane. Pixal shrieked, and fell backwards. The others screamed as Zane sputtered and sparked as he fell to the floor, dying out. Nya stumbled and tripped, falling to floor. Jay knelt down to help her up but she wouldn't budge. She grabbed onto Jay's shirt but her eyes were glued to the figure stepping into the room. Sensei Wu walked in, he was no longer their sensei. He was a disgusting mockery of the natural law, beyond comprehension. Kai stumbled and fell, knocking over the potted plant in the corner of their room. He began to curl into a fetal position on the floor.

"Oh god, oh god no please…" Pixal tried to grab Zane's body, but with one swift motion Wu grabbed her in his large clawed hand. He held her above him and crushed her body instantly like a tin can, and her remains fell to the floor. Jay and Nya were trying to huddle into each other's arms. Jay's eyes met Wu's, then he began to shake uncontrollably. The others watched in horror as Jay's head exploded. Viscera shot out and covered their screaming masses. Nya shrieked and reached out, grabbing his body, picking up his remains as though she could put him back together. Cole sat in the corner; he was not a religious man, but at that moment he was praying to anyone who would listen. Wu stepped forward, twitching and convulsing. He raised his hand but his attention was caught by Kai running towards him, wielding a piece of the broken flower pot. Kai sliced Wu's neck. Wu began to scream and stumbled backwards, blood spewing from the festering wound. Kai felt a twinge of relief, but as the blood spewed onto him he screamed, clawing at his now smoldering body. Nya hunched over and threw up when she saw the smoke and melting flesh falling from her brother's face.

"Hey guys, how's it going'" Wu turned to see Lloyd standing in the doorway. Lloyd looked out on the scene, he saw his uncle's grotesque form, the blood and viscera spewed around the room and his remaining friends cowering on the floor.

"What the fu-" he could barely finish his sentence before Wu screamed and reached out a bloody claw towards him, grabbing his head and tearing it off, spine still connected. As Lloyd's limp body fell to the floor, Wu turned his head towards Nya, producing a sick cracking sound, and he stepped forward, looming over her. Her tears spilled to the floor, she refused to look at the scene around her. She was supposed to be strong, for her friends, for herself, but now all that was left of her was a whimpering child huddling on the floor. Wu stepped closer and crushed her in his convulsing form. She screamed as she felt her bones being crushed. Blood spewed from her mouth, she gurgled out one last scream before she fell limp and was absorbed into his body. Cole was the only one left. He did not look, he just prayed. Wu stepped closer to him, Cole heard him coming closer, and he stood up. He turned quickly and rammed his fist into one of Wu's many eyes. A horrifying, otherworldly shriek rang from all of Wu's mouths and he stumbled back, lifting a claw to his eyes. Cole took the opportunity and quickly ran behind Wu, leapt and grabbed a hold of him, wrapping his arms around Wu's neck. Wu thrashed uncontrollably trying to get Cole off of him, but Cole hung on tight. Wu stepped back into the wall crushing Cole and yet he still hung on. Cole glanced down underneath him and was horrified to see something growing out of Wu's flesh. Spine like tendrils convulsed and grew wrapping around Cole. Cole screamed as the tentacles lifted him off of Wu's back and in front dangling above his sensei. Cole took one last look into his Sensei's eyes. They were completely absent of the warmth he once knew. Wu's jaw unhinged, revealing several rows of teeth lining the walls of what looked like a bottomless pit. Cole stared into his fate. He knew he didn't really have a chance, but even when faced with death, he knew a ninja never quit.

Misako walked through the courtyard into the monastery.

"Hello, I'm home." She called out, but she was met with silence. She stepped into the halls, the rooms were eerily quiet, but she could smell something awful. She began to feel sick, from both the smell and the horrible feeling that something was terribly wrong. She heard a faint sound coming from the living room. She walked towards the entry, noticing light emanating from the room. The smell was stronger now, like burning flesh and blood, causing her to cover her nose and mouth with her shirt. The smell was getting stronger as she approached the doorway.

"Oh God, oh God…" she whispered. She peered into the living room, and cried out at what she saw. Blood was spewed across the walls, the corpses of Kai, Pixal and Zane lay strewn and mangled on the floor. She was crying now, but then she looked down. She collapsed when she saw her own son laying dead at her feet. She knelt, sobbing, holding Lloyds cold body. In the middle of it all, was a large purple chair. It spun around and Sensei Wu, back to his normal self, was sitting down.

"Hi Misako! I'm in my iconic chair!"

"W-Why!" Misako could barely speak through her tears. She did not look at him. Wu left his chair, and was now walking towards her.
"Why!" she screamed, "Why! Please, don't do this to me!" He knew her words weren't really directed at him. It was merely the cries of anguish of someone in grief, Begging aimlessly for a reason for her torment. But fate had never been kind to her, and in her life she grew to know better than anybody that it cannot be changed or reasoned with. So, Wu gave her an answer instead.

"It was lemon time!"