[howdy get ready for some wack shit >:3]

Echo stumbled back, taking what he was pretty sure was a defensive stance. "Wh- who even are you?!" He yelled at the stranger.

"You really don't know?" He chuckled. "Ironic. Well, that'll make this much easier." He leapt, planting kick to Echo's chest.

The kid shrieked, grabbing the stranger's ankle. He slammed him into the ground, as hard as he could. "Why are you doing this?! I don't even know you!"

"But I know you, Echo. And you're a danger to my power!" He spat, standing up.

"What power are you talking about?! I don't want your power!" Echo wailed, stumbling back in fear.

"Well, the authors of destiny said you'd take it anyway, so I have to destroy you." He huffed, summoning a sword out of thin air. "It's nothing personal." It almost sounded like he laughed at that, as he drew back the blade.

Echo took the chance, and scrambled to the right, away from where the sword would swing. The man turned angrily, growling. He chased Echo, still holding the sword. "Get back here!"

Echo didn't respond, glancing around for somewhere to hide. He couldn't outpace whoever this was forever, and he'd stupidly put a lot of distance between anyone he could trust and himself.

It was barren here. Nowhere to hide, nothing to defend himself with. And he was getting tired, too.

The man grabbed his arm, and spun him so they were facing each other.

"Alright, problem child. You had a chance to escape, and you failed. Goodbye." He pressed the tip of the blade into Echo's chest.

Echo squeaked in pain, trying to wriggle his way free. He couldn't go out like this, he didn't want to be pathetic! He didn't want whatever that guy had! He- he had to-

The sword was pretty deep in his chest. He felt weaker. He was losing feeling in his fingertips.

In a panic, he kicked the man's leg, and grabbed the sword's blade. He stumbled back, pulling out the weapon. The man was startled, and let go of his sword.

For a moment, they both stood there. Echo, holding a sword by the blade, shaking from the gaping hole in his chest. The stranger, looking frazzled and worn.

Then, he charged the young nindroid, and grabbed the sword's hilt. "You will not replace me, you- you!" He panted, pulling back the sword again.

Echo pulled back, and twisted. The man's grip loosened, and Echo tore the sword from his grasp. Before he knew what he was doing, he slashed at the man's throat.

His head fell to the ground, and he disintegrated, leaving a pool of glimmering blood where he had been.

For a moment, Echo stood there, processing what he'd done. The blood was all over his feet and shins, he noticed. He wiped it off with a hand, and then wiped that on his tunic. His hand was still covered in blood, though.

He blinked, staring at it. It was still warm. From that man.

He'd killed someone. He murdered a stranger, and he was covered in his blood. His knees shook, and he collapsed into the ground, into the pool of blood. He sobbed, shoulders shaking.

Feeling had returned to his fingers, but they looked a bit shinier now. He figured it was the blood he was drenched in. He didn't want to move, though. He was tired. From killing, he reminded himself.

For hours, he sat there crying and napping intermittently. Every time he caught a glimpse of the blood, he'd start crying anew. He didn't know why, he didn't even know that man beyond how he'd tried to end his existence.

"Echo? Echo are you out there? It's okay bud, that guy who made you is gone now!" A familiar, scratchy voice called out.

"Echoooooo!" A deeper, softer voice followed. "Are you okay?"

Echo looked up, seeing his friends. "I'm here!" He yelled weakly. He tried to stand, but he felt shaky.

"Echo!" Immediately, they were next to him, asking about all the blood.

"What's with that hole in your chest? Who hurt you?!" Morro exclaimed, eyes glowing slightly.

"I killed him." Echo said blankly. "I killed someone."

"Well, if he gave you that injury, I'm sure it's justified." Eron shrugged.

"No! It's not!" Echo shrieked, trying to shove him away.

Eron gently pushed Echo's hands off of him. "Echo, you would never start a fight. Especially not one that ends in death. He hurt you, so you hurt him. That's self defense."

"I DON'T CARE!" He screamed, standing up. "I AM A MURDERER, AN AWFUL, HORRIBLE, BLOODY MURDERER!"

"No, you're not!" Morro stood up too, glowering. "You're a good person, Echo! Sure, you killed someone, but he was a jerk!"

"I DON'T CARE!" Echo screamed, and shoved Morro away. "I'M A KILLER!"

He felt something in him swirl, and a large axe formed in his hands.

Morro jumped. "How'd you do that?!"

"I don't..." Echo shook. "I'm a killer, that's why! It's a sign, Morro!"

"Something tells me that's not quite true." Eron said dryly.

"What do you know?!" Echo turned, glowing silver.

"I know you're glowing right now, so there's that." He shrugged. "Really, you are a good person."

"NO I'M NOT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" A ring of silver light shot out from his body, and froze both Eron and Morro. "Uh- what?! What's going on?!" He squeaked. He poked them both, trying to move them. They didn't budge.

"Oh no, oh no nonono!" He stumbled back. He didn't know what he'd just done, but it definitely hurt his friends.

He screamed, swinging the axe over his head, bringing it down. It cut a hole through the realm, opening into a place that had many contraptions with wheels and a box looking part on top. Maybe he could get help there, he thought. There were probably experts for this kind of thing.

He stepped through, looking around for people. He saw one immediately, climbing into one of the machines. He saw the back was still open, so he clambered in. He'd talk to the person after the truck stopped, and get back to his friends. They'd be okay, of course. They had to be!

That's what he thought the first few hours in the truck. He grumbled, slumped against a container in the truck. It was pretty bloody, but that was fine. This was fine.

Finally, the truck stopped in front of a large, thin building. Echo climbed out of his truck, looking around. There were many people, and smaller contraptions on a black strip between the many, many buildings. The human was outside the contraption too, talking to someone with short, dark hair, glasses, and in a wheelchair.

Echo walked up to them nervously, clutching his axe like a teddy bear. "Uh, hi! I'm Echo, and I kinda need help."

"Um." The person from the machine said. "What's with the axe?"

"I made it accidentally."

"Alright. Just... Don't kidnap me or anything, okay?" The other one sighed.

"Of course not! I just accidentally froze my friends except with no ice, and now we need to go to the departed realm to save them!"

"Who... Are they again?" The dark haired human sighed.

"An elemental master named Morro and a nindroid named Eron." Echo said cheerfully.

"Eron?!" He exclaimed. "I must call PIXAL, that's her brother and my son!

"What?!" Echo shrieked in surprise. "Your son?!"

"Yes, come on!" He wheeled inside quickly, Echo chasing after him.

Meanwhile...

The purplish smoke slithered along the ground, smelling the magic of that bastard who's offspring had slain him. He hissed, anxious to defeat him forever this time.

He approached quietly, wanting to ambush him. But, instead of his nemesis, he found two people frozen, probably in time. He sniffed around again, noting that the smell of magic was less like his old nemesis and more like his nindroid army. Like that first nindroid, actually. Zane.

He nosed the smaller one. Something seemed familiar about them, somehow. Then, the scent hit him. His descendant! Of course someone who'd inherent the powers of the First Spinjitzu Master would attack his line and ally. He'd free them later, though. He sensed agony, loss, and betrayal nearby. A perfect host to use as a stepping stone to power!

He slunk through the portal left by the New Spinjitzu Master, and followed the sense of agony and betrayal.

He slithered through the land that should've been his until he heard shouting. Someone was angry.

"You let him die! You-you're killers!" A mechanical, young voice screamed.

"Gizmo, we never meant to! We-we we're gonna tell them about Echo! I swear!" Begged someone older.

"Yeah! Things just kept coming up, and we had to save the world a lot, so it would've been awkward!" Another tried to reason.

"Oh so it would've been awkward to save his life?!" The same mechanical voice shrilled. "You're both horrible people! Fuck off!" A hit was landed, bones crunched, and one of the killers screamed. It sounded like they were being picked up and carried away soon after, with plenty of yelling at his new host.

Gizmo wiped his eyes, crying from the knowledge Echo could be here, free, and happy if Jay and Nya hadn't been so stupid and cruel. He'd punched Jay, and he was pretty sure he broke his rib. Good. Let the bastard suffer, he'd killed Echo just like his horrible father. Nya, too, but she had a thicker body than Jay, and he didn't think he could've broken a bone with her.

Something rustled in the bushes, startling him. He jumped up, shouting "Who's there?!"

"Calm yourself, young nindroid. What's your name?" Something smoky and purple slithered out. "I am Oval." He introduced himself, shortening his title from Overlord, as to not frighten the child.

"I'm Gizmo. What're you doing here?" He grumbled.

"I'm here because I overheard how you lost someone due to the callousness of others. I've suffered under cruelty myself, and I wanted to offer my services."

"And what services are those?"

"Revenge. Murder, stealing, sabotage, you name it. I'll just need your aid, as you can see my body is weak."

"Are you saying you want to posses me?!" Gizmo asked suspiciously, taking a step back.

"Of course not! Just share a body until I'm strong enough alone. Then I'll leave your mind, and we can go out separate ways, unless you need me again."

"Huh. That does sound pretty good..." He rubbed his chin. "But... I just attacked one of my brother's friends. They'll probably hurt me for that! I can't just bring you in!"

"Then I'll find us a place. Just let me in your mind, and we can go."

"Sure, go ahead." Gizmo nodded.

He slithered up Gizmo's body, and sunk into the metal. "Much better." He purred.

"Thanks! I try to keep myself working well."

"You do a good job. Now, we must go."

"Alright! Where should we go first?"

"I know somewhere. I'll direct you."

"Alright, thanks! You're very helpful!" Gizmo smiled.

"Now, go towards the city..."

They discussed what Gizmo wanted for Jay and Nya, which included a painful death, until they reached warehouse that held outdated, broken tvs. It was barely checked in on, too. The perfect hiding place.

"Why here?" Gizmo asked, looking around the dusty place. It reminded him uncomfortably of the lighthouse.

"To broadcast the... Game I have planned for the killers." Oval chuckled.

"What do you mean 'game'?"

"You really think they'll get a nice, easy death?" Oval laughed.

"Well, no, that's part of the deal." Gizmo crossed his arms.

"I want to make it entertaining as well, a comedy of sorts. The death of killers, how poetic!" Oval said cheerfully.

"I do like that, can I help?" Gizmo asked excitedly.

"Of course! They killed your brother, not mine!"

"Wonderful. I can't wait!" He smiled. 'Soon, Echo.' He thought. 'We'll get our revenge.'

[I'm pretty sure no one saw this coming lmao, now get ready for pain! :D]