Hello, my lovely readers of the small PJ Masks fandom (we gotta stick together here, stay with me guys). I was laying in a bed in the master bedroom of my grandparents' house, one night, and I couldn't get this idea out of my head.

We all know Night Ninja is arrogant and violent, possibly the most violent of the villains in the show. But is he willing to go as far as to traumatize a hero? Well, today, we're going to find out. (This is an aged up AU, by the way, the heroes and villains are like fifteen or so.)

But of course, with that, I have to give a warning, the first warning I've ever given for a story, in fact.

Warning: Risqué topics are heavily implied in this story. I suggest that anyone who is younger than twelve stops here, but I will say that if a child reads this, they won't be scarred for life. Nobody will be. Still, I recommend that only people twelve and older read this. I realize putting characters from this show into a situation like this is controversial, strange, and even somewhat risky, but I don't want anyone to walk into this completely blind of what is to be said or done. This is a very serious story I am trying to tell, and I know that. I also do not condone any of the things done by the main antagonist. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay, we got that out of the way. Here goes nothing.

Chapter 1—That Night

"Hey Greg, what do you think the next slide should be?"

Connor pinched the drawstrings of his blue striped hoodie, and peered over at Greg, who was at the opposite side of the round table in the school library behind a computer screen. Greg, dressed in a green sweater with lizard footprints dispersed across it and jeans, was very focused on his own screen, occasionally tapping on the keyboard at high speeds.

"I think we should call it . . . How Crime Endangers Others," he suggested, sliding his hand off the computer mouse and standing up to look down at Connor.

Connor added a slide to the power point.

"I really hope we ace this project," Amaya sighed, adjusting her glasses. "Especially since we experience crimes pretty much weekly. And I want to get my B up in English."

"Well, it's lucky that we deal with it at night, or else we wouldn't know much about it," said Connor with a wink.

The three of them were each working on and contributing to a major project that had to be done within the next week. They were to present this powerpoint and get graded based primarily on the accuracy of the information given, but also on how well the information was presented. Of the group, Greg was the most nervous to present, as he was the most timid among them. But many times, Connor and Amaya assured him, "Other students are just as nervous to present their projects, you'll do fine."

By the time the group had finished their project work for the day, school was at an end. The shrill bells rang through the halls, alarming some students and exciting many. Students immediately poured out the doors in the wildest enthusiasm, prattling about their plans for the weekend and how their day had gone. As it was a Friday, they were even more happy than usual, and eager to attend their after-school activities.

Connor, Greg, and Amaya, on the other hand, were calm in walking out the front doors of the building. They were a few of the last to leave, since anyone who spent their last minutes in the school library had to deal with a large herd of kids sweeping past the library doors. But they didn't mind having to wait very long; none of them had any places they needed to be right then.

"Soooo, did you guys want to work on the project at the public library this weekend so we can get the slide show over and done with?" said Connor, gripping the straps of his gray backpack.

"Sure, but we'll have to wait till Sunday," Greg replied, sliding his hand along the metal rail parallel to the steps outside the school. "My mom is taking me to my grandma's tomorrow at noon . . . says we 'haven't gotten in touch with her in a while.'" He sighed with disappointment, before stepping on a dry brown leaf with a crunch.

"You guys can say what you want about the presentation; I'm just happy it's finally October," Amaya beamed, tossing her hair behind her jacket hood and letting it fly in the breeze. "I can't wait for Mom to start making apple dumplings."

"Ohhhh yeah . . . apple dumplings." Greg almost drooled from longing, until he noticed his friends striding past him. He sprinted to catch up and skidded to a halt by a pile of dead leaves.

The group passed through the city blanketed in warm crimson, orange, yellow, and brown, gusts of wind rattling the tree branches and littering the streets and structure roofs with leaves. Amaya was the most fascinated with how autumn introduced itself into their town, gawking like a child in a toy store, while Connor and Greg simply agreed without any other comment.

Eventually, they bypassed the local book store, which was situated on the corner of a street. Greg turned his head to the glass door of the store . . . then he noticed something.

"Wait, why is the book store closed? I thought it was only closed on Sundays," he frowned, approaching the door and lifting a hanging sign labeled 'Closed.'

"Closed?" Connor and Amaya took a look at the sign, blinking in confusion.

A freckled woman with red hair wearing a gray pinafore walked pass and saw them gaping at the door. "I'm sorry, this morning I entered the store and it looked like a huge mess; pages ripped out of my novels and there was even a bookshelf knocked over. There were also some blue footprints all over my foreign language books."

"Wait," said Connor, "blue footprints?"

The lady nodded. "I have to clean up the store and buy more books. The store should be clean and back open by next Tuesday." She gestured for them to move away from the door, and she entered, turning on the store lights and locking others out.

"Blue footprints on foreign language books . . . how much you wanna bet those books were in Japanese?" Connor said suspiciously.

"How much do you want to bet Night Ninja trashed the store?" Amaya asked, repeating Connor's tone.

"But Night Ninja hasn't done something this harmless in years!" Greg exclaimed. "The last time he did something like this, he just wanted our attention."

"We have to go out tonight and see what he wants, or he might do further damage," warned Connor. "For now, let's go home and . . . hope he doesn't cause any more trouble before nighttime."

After exchanging worried and confused glances, they proceeded on their way home and tried to strike up another normal conversation, but doing so was difficult.

Eventually, after some silent minutes, they arrived at a street in a neighborhood; a street that was parallel to three houses. The first house, green, wide and relatively short, lay on the corner of the street. The next house was red and looming, with a pointed roof and a white fence surrounding its front yard. The last house at the end had no particularly prominent aspects, except for the fact that it was blue.

Greg went into the first house, Amaya went into the second house, and Connor went into the third house after they each said their goodbyes, and waited for the night to come.

The night was peaceful in the city . . . for the most part. Everybody was asleep, done with school, done with work, ready to rest and turn off the lights. The only lights that were on in the town were the streetlights, the only lives out in the night being the little animals that wandered around trash bins and roamed the streets.

But as the moon raised itself in the star-speckled sky, three beams of colorful light, glowing like stained glass windows in a sun-bathed church, surged through the sky, over the streets, frightening a stray cat and a flock of birds into dispersing. The lights made their way to the park, swirling over a deep moat that was overlapped by a stone bridge, and plunged into a broad, towering totem pole-like structure with two points at the top.

The three beams of light landed in the center of the structure, in a room lit by blue and cyan glows. As a transparent cyan forcefield formed around the lights, they transformed into none other than the three teens themselves, but not in their day clothes or pajamas . . . but rather in colorful superhero costumes that resembled animals. Connor was in a blue cat costume with dark lightning stripes lined along the waist and the tail, Amaya wore a red owl costume with curved feather horns at the ends of the mask, and a graceful, trailing cape of feathers. Greg wore a much simpler costume, a simple green lizard costume with a thick tail and scales along the body.

"Okay, Gekko, Owlette, I was thinking we could split up with our vehicles across the city, so we can look for Night Ninja," said Catboy (Connor). "And when one of us has found him, we could get in touch with each other. Believe me, even I don't want to be around this guy by myself."

"That sounds like a good plan," Gekko grinned, exchanging an agreeable nod with Owlette. "See you guys somewhere in the city." He dashed to a trio of elevators, each narrow and a different color, and went into the green one, before descending to the floor below.

Just before Owlette could step into her red elevator, Catboy cleared his throat. "Hey, Owlette?"

The girl turned with gentle eyes. "Hmm?"

"Be careful out there tonight, okay? Night Ninja might not hold back from severely injuring any of us."

"I will, don't you worry about anything," said Owlette, backing into the elevator and ascending to the top floor.

Catboy turned back, and scrolled through some icons against the forcefield. He selected a blue cat icon, and some neon blue lights lit up the way to a strange cat-like vehicle in a chamber that was initially dim. He leapt into the driver's seat of the vehicle (affectionately named the "Cat Car") and a flap suddenly swung open. The engine growled, as the Cat Car launched itself outside the structure and onto the bridge over the moat.

Behind him came Gekko's bulky "Gekko-Mobile", and above was Owlette's elegant "Owl Glider."

The vehicles dispersed across the city in different directions. Catboy pressed the side of his head with two fingers, and said, "Can you guys hear me?"

"I can hear you loud and clear," Owlette chimed, pressing her fingers against the side of her head as well.

"Same here," said Gekko.

"Good. Now, we know Night Ninja, so keep in mind that he may have set traps. Oldest trick in the book, but he'll try to find some way to outsmart us."

"Got it." They each disconnected from the contact system and continued their ways through the city.

Of all the PJ Masks, Owlette felt the most joy out of riding around the city. This was mostly due to her Owl Glider's unique ability to fly, which gave her an amazing veiw of the town, a good look at the beaming moon, and the sense of sheer freedom she got from it. She made the Glider twirl and spin and flip and loop, not seeming to become dizzy after any of it. It was like she wasn't taking the mission too seriously, but she didn't have to, not until Night Ninja was truly found and "served justice," as she'd heard Gekko put it before.

But then a thought came to her head. Why would Night Ninja trash a bookstore of all things? Was there anything else he'd done?

Owlette shook her head and brushed off the thought. She just had to focus on trying to find Night Ninja, that was all that mattered.

After some minutes of flying, she came across something that screamed suspicion: sticky, colorful substances splotched around a street, on shop windows and on garbage cans. "Aha!" Owlette exclaimed, reaching for her earpiece. "I found sticky splats all over the place where I'm at," she said, Owl Glider hovering.

"Where at?" Catboy asked from another end.

"The same street where—"

Splat, splat.

"What the . . .?" Owlette attempted to steer the Owl Glider away from the street by jerking the steering wheel in different directions, but it was like the vehicle was held in place by ropes, or some harness. She glanced to her side and saw Sticky Splats splotched on her windshield, with one of the splats having another long, sticky string attached to it and connected to the road.

"Owlette? What street? Are you okay?" Gekko asked in a concerned tone.

"I—my Owl Glider's covered in Sticky Splats!" Owlette explained, attempting to force the Owl Glider out of the Sticky Splat trap.

"Where are you? We're coming to help."

"I'm at the—"

Owlette felt a harsh slamming sensation against the outside of the Owl Glider, followed by pulsing vibrations and the shrieking metal friction. She opened her eyes after being incapacitated for a moment, and her consciousness fully returned. She pounded a button on the control panel of the vehicle with her fist, and the top of it folded back, giving her room to leap out and observe the damage.

"Oh come on, Night Ninja just had to break my Owl Glider, didn't he?" She placed her hands on her hips, and kicked a pebble on the road out of frustration. "You can come out, Night Ninja, we don't have all—"

The said ninja leapt from the shadows like a menacing panther, and rammed her to the ground, pinning her head and constraining her legs against the cold, rough road. Owlette shrieked as she felt the bruising impact, and hissed in response to the pain.

Once she could comprehend what was happening again, she slowly adjusted her face and eyes so that she could see her attacker. "Night Ninja."

"Oh, how nice to see you tonight, Feathers," Night Ninja sneered, raising his head, the moon like a flaring white frame behind him. "What an unexpected visit . . . for both of us."

"Quit stalling, Night Ninja, you know this wasn't unexpected," Owlette snapped, squirming in an attempt to free herself. "We know you trashed that bookstore to get our attention. Now, what do you want?"

Night Ninja looked rather confused, as he released one of his hands from Owlette and placed it over his chest. "To get your attention? Why, I could never! Buuuut, I will admit that I did look through some of the books, and the Ninjalinos might have left a slight mess. Nothing personal."

Owlette glared at him and brought her fingers to her earpiece. "Guys? Can you hear me? Guys!"

"Owlette! Is everything—" Static hissed into the earpiece, and it burst with a mild electric shock.

"Oh great. Now it's broken. Why did you trap my Owl Glider, Night Ninja?"

"No particular reason. I've just always enjoyed taking down your vehicles. Oh, it's such fun to see you PJ Masks a step closer to utter failure, in such a helpless position . . . especially you, Owlette."

"Me? What are you talking about? G-get away from me!" Owlette ripped herself free from Night Ninja and sprang up, but before she could escape, he seized her by the waist and yanked her into an armlock, earning a strained whimper.

"You sure are extra feisty tonight," he commented, lowering his eyelids down at her. "I really like that in some . . . though I prefer simple compliance."

Owlette froze and her face seemed dead, bathed in dread for a few seconds. Compliance? What is he talking about?

She shook her head, once again brushing more thoughts off, and she kicked up her foot with as much force as possible to send waves of pulsing pain through Night Ninja's lower body. Her foot had hit him in the groin, and he instantly released her with a snarling grunt of agony.

Before Night Ninja recovered, Owlette backed away from him, keeping a decent distance between her and him. She waited for him to do something other than be bent over and groan; her plan was if he tried anything else to debilitate her, she'd fly away and look for her friends. Not a very well thought out plan, she thought, but it was simple enough to follow. All she had to do was wait for him to do something, anything threatening.

The ninja at last looked up at her with a tormenting slowness, cold, blue eyes piercing through her like poisonous darts. But as soon as he stood up straight, the barbarous look in his eyes faded away, and was replaced with a look of cockiness, locked on Owlette, directed right at her. And she knew it. She'd recognized that look, it was an arrogant one, just from his eyes she could tell what Night Ninja really wanted.

"S-stay back," she ordered, holding her hand out as she stepped back. That same look of dread returned.

"I don't think you know what happens when you provoke me, Owlette," he said calmly, approaching her in a most normal manner that, somehow, still managed to be threatening to her. He launched himself at her with catlike speed without warning, and backed her into a corner—literally. His hands seized her shoulders with enough force to bruise them.

"Night Ninja! Please! This is going too far!' Owlette begged, taking the villain's forearms in her hands and trying to push them away from her.

In turn, Night Ninja slapped a hand over her mouth, staring her straight in the eyes. It was like a cold, desolate ocean meeting fresh, rich soil.

"Aww, who's the one on the receiving end now, hmm? Seems that I finally get what I deserve . . . a win."

Owlette had had enough; with everything she had, she writhed beneath him and once again attempted to aim for a private, sensitive area, but Night Ninja was just too strong. He seemed to loom over her, being taller and larger (though not by much).

"Just relax and stay quiet, Feathers," said Night Ninja, in an almost teasing tone. "I can't wait to finally break you."

From then on, it was a blur and a journey through the dark depths of the underworld, but Owlette felt and remembered absolutely everything.

Alright, this one took a couple weeks to write (I procrastinate a lot) but I had so much fun writing it. I don't write intense stuff very much, but when I do, I tend to enjoy it.

Now, I don't think I've told anyone this, but I ship Night Ninja and Owlette. However, this is not a ship story, though the ship is implied. I might get some weird and probably even angry looks from readers for writing this, and I understand-but I gave the warning. This story is handling taboo and sensitive subjects.

I've actually been hesitant to publish this, but I realized that people write intense angsty stuff for every fandom, like all the time. And considering some people would be willing to go into more detail from where I left off, I think that this story is pretty tame compared to others. And there will be more chapters in this story, I promise. Aiming for somewhere between 5 to 10 chapters.

So, for now, I gotta tune out. See you next time (I sound like a kids' show host now, forgive me).