Luna's decision

## Summary

After a particularly bad night where several other villains (Romeo, Night ninja, Pharoah boy) leave Luna in the dust, due to her questioning their ridiculous orders, and them putting unnecessary pressure on her, Luna wonders if she should side with the PJ Masks for her own good. They ask her how she became the way she was, and they end up learning more about her than they ever knew.

Note: This story takes place 8-9 years after the events of the show.

## **Luna’s POV**

The sky turns red as the sun dips below the horizon, and I spot Romeo and Night Ninja sneak out into the streets. I flip my hair up into a ponytail and call Motsuki over as I leave my half messy apartment.

“Hey loser.” Romeo drawls. “Ready to make some trouble?”

“Okay?…” I say hesitantly. Each time they egg me into something, I begin to feel less and less confidant about following through. Things have changed. I’ve changed. And I’ve been lonely. Life is hard to live, but I’m trying.

I have my good side that comes out occasionally, but I’m beginning to think that it’s time to let it out.

“But just so you know.” I say. “I won’t always want to do this.”

“Oh you don’t want to?” Romeo taunts. “You’re beginning to go soft like those idiot PJ masks!”

I sigh. “Please. *Shut up.”*

“Whatever.” he says. “You’ll regret it.”

“Leave my sister alone, you egghead!” Motsuki hollers. “You’ll be sad. alone and homeless if your parents find you and your random invention trash!”

A grin spreads across my face, knowing Motsuki can deal with crazy people.

Time to send everyone the message.

## **Amaya’s POV**

Connor and I walk through the school halls until I spot something strange going on outside.

“Something’s up.” I say. “Look outside.” A moth flutters past me. Luna was here.

“What is it?”

“Someone’s been leaving notes.” I say. “I recognize the handwriting. Nothing else strange has been happening, other than the notes.”

“Then let’s investigate.” Greg says.

That evening, I change into my pajamas, toss my curly half moist hair into a bun and walk downstairs with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder.

"Where are you going, Mija?" my mother asks.

"A friend's house, Mama." I reply. "It's not too far away. I can walk there."

"Well, all right then." she says. "Don't forget an extra layer. It'll be cold out."

Once I am far enough, I see most of the lights in peoples' houses go out. I tap my wristband and transform.

I need to find who's leaving those notes.

## Rip's POV

I hop off my motorcycle, scamper past a nearby coffee shop, and catch a glimpse of my face reflecting off a window, my hair shaved at the sides, and my jacket with a tear at the sleeves. On my right bicep is a tattoo of a gnarled tree, its branches spreading near my forearm. Boy was that a good idea. It gives off haunting nature vibes. A flowery smell hits my nose.

I walk towards my apartment and spot Owlette sitting on a nearby park bench.

"I smell something. Did Orticia grow anymore plants?" I ask.

"No." she replies. "It's probably from my shampoo. My hair is really curly."

"I've seen it before during the day every time I walk past you in the hallways. I always wondered how you could live with that. It looks like it frizzes."

"I can manage." she replies. "Listen. Someone's been leaving notes everywhere. I need to know who it is."

I take a quick qlance at the notes. "I recognize the handrwriting. Owlette...it's *Luna's* handwriting. She's trying to tell us something. I suggest you call your teammates over and also Orticia. Maybe we can find her. When you do, if she wants you to stay over, detransform. It's a good way to stay comfortable, because hero suits can rub in unneccessary areas."

"Good tip." she replies. "If she wants you over, bring nightclothes. Also one question."

"Yes?" I say."

"You showered, right?"

I scoff. "Of course I did. Why?"

"I smell something. Tangy."

"Oh wait." I say, pausing to analyze the scent. "It's Howler. I do distincly remember him purchasing a large amount of salami for no reason at all."

Owlette laughs sharply. "No wonder his hands are always greasy." she grabs my hand. "More notes." her voice drops. "It's a trail this time. We'll have to follow it."

## Luna’s POV

After sneaking into my apartment and taking two flights of stairs, I open the front door into the small living room, which has 2 bean bag chairs, a blanket, and several pillows. After flipping a switch resting on one of the side tables, the room is warmly lit by a moon lamp.

I flip a wall switch, and a shade on the skylight opens, revealing the night sky dotted with stars.

I sigh. The sound of distant rustling fills the room. Motsuki floats into the room.

“You okay, Sis? I thought we were going to go crystal hunting.”

“Not right now.” I say softly. I cradle Motsuki’s face in both hands. “Look, I’m sorry if I can’t join you, but I’m going through some things right now.”

“What are they?”

“I—I don’t know, Suki. These…These thoughts are hard to put names to. Just give me time, okay?” I say exhaustedly.

I let my wavy silver hair down and part it slightly, revealing a shaved area underneath.

I remove my shirt and throw on a purple galaxy hoodie speckled with stars.

I take a cotton pad, some water, and remove the makeup I wore during the day, and take a look at my reflection in the full length mirror on my wall.

Wavy flowing silvery hair with dark roots, blue eyes, willowy frame, 2 earrings in one ear.

Two rings on my right middle finger, one on my left index finger.

So much of me has changed, and yet most of me has stayed the same.

Other than the fact that I don’t want any more people making an enemy out of me.

I’m tired of fighting.

Being the bad guy.

Being alone.

I look out the window and into the darkened town.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot two people moving in the distance.

Then they run off, out of my line of sight, but it looked like they were heading into this building.

I dim the moon lamp and flop down on one of the bean bag chairs, and stare up at the sky in silence.

Time passes, and I hear the sound of someone trying the lock on my front door.