Author note:
This is my first fan fiction and I would appreciate honest feedback :)
SPOILER WARNINGS:
SEASON 8 SPOILERS
CRYSTALIZED SPOILERS
Most people adore their parents. Most look up to their parents. Most strive to be like their parents. But for me? No. Never. I would do everything in my power to not be like him. To not be… as evil… and… as ruthless as he once was. Just thinking of what he has done before makes me shudder.
After all, he is Lord Garmadon. He is a shell of his past self, of the person he once was.
He was bitten by the Great Devourer as a child. That is what made him like this. I've always wondered… does that mean I have some of its venom in me? If it affected him could it also affect me? Could I become him?
No, I tell myself. I wouldn't… I would never become anything even remotely similar to him - I would resist with every ounce of my being.
But could I? Could I become corrupted, perhaps? Could I fall into the darkness inside of myself?
It is always a possibility.
I also try to hide my Oni side. Although it's only a small part of myself… I always feel its presence. Growing closer by the hour. And I fight it. I never want to be seen like that. To be seen as… a monster. A horrible freak of nature.
I hate that side of me.
I've always kept these thoughts to myself. If I ever decided to tell the ninja I know for a fact that they would try to push the thoughts away. Keep it to the side. Try to dismiss it. And that would never stop the nagging feeling. It would never stop the fear rapidly growing inside of me. It would only make it worse
I know that the Oni side of me will surface again someday. In a much stronger form. I feel it.
It surfaced before when Harumi told me my friends were gone (they were alive in the end). And again when my father was lecturing me on unlocking my Oni form. And I've even transformed once when I thought my father was dead. But once I took a look at myself… I…
I was afraid, and I broke free. Sometimes I regret doing that, but most of the time, I don't. What if I lost control… if I couldn't control myself… I hate to think about what could've happened.
The simple truth is, I'm terrified. Of becoming him. Of destroying the city. Of hurting people.
But most of all…
Of how my friends would see me.
Author note:
I'm sorry it's short, but leave a review and give tips if you can :)