Requested by AwesomeAuthor13
Note: I do not own Ninjago.
The golden light bulb on the trailer's exterior blinked to life, flashing periodically, having seen better days. Slowly the door to the metal home opened, creaking with every inch of progress. A bright blue eye peered around the door. Bit by bit, a head appeared, bearing locks of reddish hair.
Okay, Jay. You're 12 now. This is dumb. Suck it up, big baby, and get out there!
Breathing deeply, Jay stepped out from behind the door and stared into the shadows. He gulped.
They… they can't hurt you. Now come on, step forward. FORWARD. MOVE.
It didn't work; his feet refused to budge no matter how much he berated them. Grunting, Jay forced himself to walk. Step forward. Again. Again. Once more. Keep going. Each of his legs seemed to weigh three tons, but somehow with each stride it became easier to move.
I can do this, Jay told himself. Just breathe. They're stupid little bugs. I could step on them! It's ridiculous to be scared of them.
He chuckled softly. His parents had no idea he was out here, of course. What would they do if they found him out here? Probably tuck him back into bed, scold him a bit, tell him a fairytale and give him a sloppy, gross kiss goodnight. And THAT would be awful. He was 12 now! Jay could take care of himself. Besides, it was his dad's fault he was such a scaredy-cat about this. If his father hadn't mentioned the many 'poisonous', creepy, crawling creatures that lived EVERYWHERE in the junkyard, and how Ed had woken up one morning to find one of them (and he had told Jay this one was the size of KANSAS) halfway in his mouth, the redhead wouldn't be like this.
They're. Just. Bugs.
How long had he walked?
I guess I was lost in my thoughts.
Jay looked around and noticed he was just where he wanted to be – just in front of the biggest pile of… stuff on the property of Ed and Edna's Scrap and Junk. He scanned the pile of scrap and felt his knees shake a little.
Oh don't start, wimp. Just get it over with!
The preteen flicked on his flashlight and moved it slowly across the junk, finally finding what he was looking for. A shudder crept down his spine.
Just… one… touch…
With shaking hands, Jay uncurled his clenched fingers and extended them to approach his worst fear: a spider. Closer and closer he inched to the bug; all it did was sit there, which made him even more nervous.
It's hairy… I've heard it has a TON of eyes! What if it jumps on me?! What if it crawls up my shirt and into my EAR?!
He mentally slapped himself.
Get it together, dude. That's not gonna happen. Come on, you've come this far.
Jay closed his eyes and breathed slowly. His pointer finger, still shaking, was a hair's distance from the arachnid. Then it happened. It jumped. And landed on his shirt. And crawled up his neck. Onto his ear.
The screams could be heard in Ninjago City.
Okay, that was really fun. Jay having a fear of spiders? Hilarious! He's so fun to write about… Not like I'm biased or anything, since he's my favorite Ninja…
DeliciouslyDangerous1: You can PM me if you have specific ideas, or I'll just write it if you don't have anything in particular. It's up to you! And I'll make sure he's not 'old'. xD