"Well, Fuck–"

"Well, fuck–"

*leaps into your inbox* hey uhhhh I know I already requested something but it would mean the world to me if you could also do a small angsty blizzard drabble, I’ll take anything, even two sentences idc I’m just really dehydrated of blizzard content

Alright ya’ll already know how this goes Morro’s mid redemption here -

Morro groaned and tried to blink away the headache pounding in his brain. What happened...? They’d been...been...he struggled to remember. The ringing in his ears was screeching through his thoughts, scattering them before he could even try to piece them together. He’d agreed to go on patrol...he hadn’t wanted to, thought he was going to mess up...and then Zane had offered to go with him -

Zane.

“ZANE?!” He scrambled to his feet only to stumble over them as the world tilted and his balance wavered. He slammed roughly into a pile of rock and rubble, biting down a yelp of pain. “Zane!” He called again. His vision was clearing up, but he could hardly see. Dust and debris filled his view in all directions - it was like an earthquake had torn apart the street they were on. “Please, Frosty, answer me!”

He almost didn’t hear it through the shifting and settling of rubble around him. A muffled rhythmic beeping from somewhere behind him. Three short. Three long. Three short. Repeat. His breath caught in his throat. Zane’s distress call.

“I hear you, keep on, I’m coming!” He tore through the ruined street as fast as his clumsy legs could carry him. He couldn’t find his footing, leaning on chunks of concrete and tripping over his own feet, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the repeating tone leading him through it all.

He’d never been more grateful for Zane’s robotic build before. “What,” he fell to his knees, afraid to touch the clearly injured Nindroid in front of him. “What happened?”

Zane opened his mouth to speak, only to wince and cough with a loud whirring and sparks. His throat and voice box were clearly heavily damaged, not to mention the leg trapped under a part of whatever had been around him. Morro sucked in a breath at the dark stain around it - Zane had to have been leaking oil and coolant for a while now.

“Is your comm working?” If he’s brought one at all, Morro certainly didn’t have one now. Zane’s was the only option to get more help, and wind certainly wasn’t going to lift what was crushing his leg. He breathed a sigh of relief at Zane’s nod. Both ninjas winced at the loud clicking in Zane’s shoulder as he removed the earpiece and handed it over - he’d be spending a long time getting that joint fixed.

Morro fought to keep his voice steady as he called the Bounty. “Pixal? Kai?” He couldn’t remember who was on deck that morning. “Somebody?”

The comm crackled and Cole’s voice broke through the static. “Morro! Thank the first...where are you? What happened?”

“I don’t,” he fought to sift through his scattered brain. “I don’t know. Cole, Zane’s hurt.”

The black ninja let out a hiss. “You sound pretty out of it too, Casper. The comm should have an emergency beacon in it - little blue button, right on the side. Can you hit it?”

Morro fumbled with the button, fingers feeling sluggish. “Good job, buddy, I’ve got you on the map! Now hang tight, and...” Cole’s voice was blurring together. What was he saying? Morro didn’t know...he couldn’t...couldn’t piece it together...maybe if he sat down...

His legs stung. He looked at the gash on his calf. When had that gotten there? It was starting to hurt...probably not as bad as Zane’s leg...Zane...he looked up blearily at the nindroid. He looked upset. His voice box was sparking again. What was he trying to say?

Zane watched in horror as Morro collapsed.