***Triggers include***

Blood, gore, fighting, harassment, death, dying, people being bitten and their blood being sucked. I'm not going to lie I will be getting graphic. Their will also be mentions of sex, gay and straight as well. The rating is M for a reason. You have been warned.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Ninjago or anything their of.

Dig My Grave

Chapter 1

Uh Oh

A low beep pulled the nindroid from his sleep. He groaned loudly to show his deep distaste from being woken up well past the time he wanted to wake up. He slowly reached out and plucked up his phone. He hated the fact that he had a cell phone, especially one from Borg Industries but they were a lot easier to ditch when need be. He looked at the text message. A slow smile spread across his face.

Text: 'Tonights fair game General! Tonight is Day of the Departed'

Oh how he loved that holiday. A lot more than most people. He looked around at the floor to ceiling window that stretched the length of the room. He didn't have anymore then a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Looking at the city scape from the very top of the building gave him prospective. He was able to see everything from where he was.

Pulling back the overs on his couch that he used as a bed. The only thing you could see on him were a pair of boxers. His power source was a bright red glowing through the cracks along the seams. His fingers glided over the folds of his shoulder. He stretched, every piece on his back seemed to open and close a few times. Steam coming from them.

He snatched up the only towel he had from the arm of the couch and padded into the bathroom. The toilet seemed to be untouched. He never had a need for such things so it turned into a holder for random oils he needed to keep himself functioning. He needed to remain functional if he was to keep his job as a private investigator.

Turning on the water letting it heat up. Leaning over looking at himself in the mirror. His optics were becoming very dim. He'd have to feed soon.

Feed?

All nindroids had to drink blood or some sort of Vitamin K enriched product or pills. He was the general of the nindroid army he'd never need to want food...at least not until there boss was killed and the Ninja with there sickly sweet nindroid who hasn't sucked someone else's blood and probably wouldn't ever to save his life.

Cryptor sighed. Dropping his boxers to the floor and climbed into the shower letting the water drop onto him. Lightly sighing at the heat cascading down his body. He loved the feel of it.

"Sir? How long has it been since you've…" The soft beeps and short words of the smallest of the nindroids stood in the doorway watching him.

"That...Mindroid...is none of your business." The gruff voice of Cryptor said as he opened his optics and looked at the tiny nindroid who leaned on the door frame. His arms crossed over his chest. Blue jeans, nikes, and a gray shirt with ninjago writing on the front that spelled out 'fuck off' in bright red writing. His hair was braided in small braids and then braided back with gold beads adorning the pieces that fell down around his face. He was a small thing, but he could keep his own in a fight.

Cryptor ran his fingers through his hair washing the soap from it before climbing out taking the towel from Mindroid as he offered it.

"Why are you here?" Cryptor growled out looking around at the tiny thing that sat down on the edge of the couch.

"Guess whose on the move." Cryptor sighed grabbing some things from the drawers and pulled them on. Just a regular black...everything. Although his boots had metal clips on them. Pulling out a knife and pushed it in a holster tucked under his shirt.

"Come on then shorty...looks like we have a job to do." He said walking out of his tiny apartment into the bright festival lights. He watched as kids ran by as he straightened out his jacket. Small bags held out in front of them.

"Cute...whats your son supposed to be?" A woman smiled up at Cryptor. Cryptor looked down at Mindroid and roared with laughter.

"He's just short." He laughed harder. Watching as the woman blushed deeply and ran off toward her own kids that just came back with a bucket full of candy.

A few blocks later Cryptor stopped hearing something down an alleyway. At first he thought some teenagers were trying to break into a warehouse. He would normally just ignore it and keep going into the office. But this particular warehouse wasn't one to be messed with. Ronin wasn't a very kind gentleman when it came to his stuff. Not only that he had lasers guarding his...there was a very large box between two of the men. Perhaps they worked with Ronin and were making a drop off? He walked forward.

"General?" Mindroid asked. Cryptor shook his head and gestured for him to keep walking.

"I'll catch up." Mindroid shrugged and kept going. He knew his General was a General for a reason.

Cryptor slowly walked into the warehouse. Ronin's lasers looked like they were so ready to destroy a mirror. How juvenile. He sighed looking around at the men that walked around throwing things into boxes. That wasn't okay at all. He was a private investigator he had to stop them...or he'll just sit back and watch...hum...decisions…

"Hey!" uh oh...looks like his choice was made for him. He looked around as at least twenty men came out from the shadows. A lot more than he thought were in here. Damned Ronin and his lead lined walls.