ask Morro, Echo and Gizmo. (context in part one, rules in description)

how the heck this happened

[A/n: there's a kinda bad explanation in my meme book, but I think this will be better.]

Morro was bored. Like, really bored. It was incredibly boring and monotone in the departed realm. Nothing changed, ever. And there were no books, nothing to write or draw with. Just to make being dead worse, nobody wanted to talk to him. Which was understandable, he did try to take over Ninjago.... How long ago? It was hard to tell time in the departed realm. Whatever, that didn't matter. He'd just leave.

Which would be tricky. No one could just, you know, come back from the dead! He got up and started pacing around.

"What to do, what to do...." He wondered.

He messed with the green in his hair. It wasn't dyed or anything, it had always just been like that. He never knew why or how, though. He also had some purple, very smooth skin along his spine. He definitely wasn't fully human. That's why the Preeminent chose him to lead the takeover of Ninjago.

"Wait a moment...." He muttered to himself, "I wasn't supposed to leave... The Preeminent just told me to go, and I could handle the rest on my own... Could I hop dimensions?!?" He thought about it for a moment, then sighed. "No, I think I need a way through to the other dimension." He shrugged. "Worth a shot, I guess." He was already dead, how else could the Cloud Kingdom punish him for silly acts of defiance?

He charged up some power, feeling it flow through his arms and to the space in front of him.

"C'mon, c'mon! Just a tiny portal, then I'll stop, I promise!"

There was a tiny hole in front of him. He put a hand through. Air whistled around him. There wasn't weather of any kind in the departed realm.

"Ninjago." He breathed. He pulled at the hole, making it big enough to walk through.
-*~-*~-
Echo watched the mystery hole. It had appeared on the beach a few moments ago, glowing green with a supernatural light. Once it started to get bigger, he'd run back up to the lighthouse as fast as he could. He still peeked at it through a crack in the door as best he could, assessing it's threat level. Then a tall, dark haired teen stepped out.

Echo closed the door quickly and quietly. He scooped up Gizmo, who was just behind the door with him.

"Be quiet, we must hide!" He hissed.

He scrambled down the steps to the basement, and hid between a shelf and the wall. He was shaking, wondering who the boy was. Did he create the hole? Why was he here? To hurt him or Gizmo? Echo started crying, sobbing loudly. He wanted to be quieter, to be silent, but he couldn't control it. He scooted closer to the wall, pretending it would hide them better.
-*~-*~-
Morro looked up, assessing the weather. It was cloudy, but it didn't look too likely to rain. Honestly, the most dangerous thing at the moment was the ocean. He wandered away from the shore towards the lighthouse. It would be a good shelter if it did start raining.

He walked up the steps, to the door. It didn't matter if it was locked or not, he was a ghost. And he was pretty sure no one lived there, seeing as it looked pretty abandoned. And it was a lighthouse, not a living space. He passed through the doorway.

He wandered around a little bit,  getting to know his new home. He found a trapdoor while he was exploring. That's when he hears it.

The crying. It was muted and muffled from the trapdoor, but it was loud and scared. It almost sounded like a child. It was a little odd, but the crying still sounded like it came from a little kid. Morro lifted the trapdoor, figuring it would scare the kid less than just floating through the floor.

He stepped down, looking around for the kid.

"Hey, kiddo. It's safe to come out, I'm not gonna hurt you." He called quietly.