That I have.

I've never actually fainted before. . . .

Um . . . yeah? Yeah it really did.

What?

“I am pleased knowing I am serving my master. I have finally captured that dreaded Green Ninja, and now my master’s plan can be properly executed. He will reward me greatly for my good works. I have even possessed the little orange ninja, whatever he’s called – although it’s of no matter, I believe it was Andrew.”
The word stuck out amongst the thoughts of the ghost, Cyrus, awakening Andrew. Andrew’s senses began to awaken to the word, but ever so lightly. “I’ve got to fight back . . .” Andrew thought groggily.
“Perhaps after I present the Green Ninja to my master I can stop for donuts. If I had a stomach, it would be growling – possessing and capturing can work up quite the appetite. I don’t care if other ghosts say human food is bad for you due to how moist it is; I’d really like some donuts.
Each of Cyrus’ thoughts were like a slap to the face, making Andrew want to slink into the corner of his mind and fall back unconscious, but he couldn’t. He had to stay awake. It was even harder than keeping conscious during Wu’s math class, which was really something.
Andrew tried to think of something surprising to wake him up enough to use his other senses. What about a dancing clown – both creepy and surprising? No, it reminded him too much of the cleaning lady at the orphanage. Perhaps what would happen if he didn’t break free – maybe the fear of what could happen would wake him up? No, that just made him want to fall back asleep more.
Suddenly, his mind brought a scenario from several days ago. Jay was talking to Andrew about how Zane being a robot worked. “See, if you open up this, you have this large control panel for Zane.” He explained. “There are plenty of modifications to make Zane even ‘cooler.’ Like this little knob!”
“What are you doing?” Zane inquired in a high, chipmunk-ey voice.
The ninja began roaring with laughter. “Ooh, and this one!” Jay said excitedly, flipping another switch.
“!dia lausiv a hcus deen t’nseod werdnA ?pots uoy dluow ,yaJ” Zane reprimanded, frustrated.
The ninja began laughing harder at Zane’s backwards dialect. “Oh, oh-oh-oh! This is the best one!”
Jay shouted excitedly. He suddenly flipped another switch. Zane’s annoyed expression disappeared and was suddenly replaced with an odd smile. Zane started playing odd, cheesy music and began dancing wildly around the room. “Hello, my honey, hello, my baby, hello, my ragtime gaaaaaaalll . . .”
The ninja then completely lost it.
Andrew let out a sudden laugh, back in the real world.
“Cyrus! Why did you just laugh amidst our conversation?!” A deep voice demanded. “The child ninja isn’t fighting against your possession, is he?”
“Of course not, Wrayth, sir.” Andrew’s lips abruptly sputtered.
Andrew was standing in front of a green, glowing ghost. In his right hand were chains locked to the limp wrists of Lloyd, supposedly knocked out.
“Hm.” Wryath cocked a ghostly eyebrow. “You are dismissed. Keep that kid under your control. And don’t let go of that other unconscious ninja.”
“Yes, sir.”
Andrew’s body walked off to the corner of a room, near a long table where a couple ghosts were greedily grabbing food. “You’d better stop it now.” Cyrus whispered menacingly.
“Make me! I will fight your possession before you can say ‘hippopotomonstrosesquippidaliophobia!’” Andrew thought.
“I think it’d be a while before I could say that.” Cyrus noted thoughtfully.
“Good, then I still have time.” Andrew thought.
“I will never let you break free.” Cyrus growled. “Your body is mine now. Even if you were to escape, you would be in such a weakened state I would be able to get you back before you recover. Tell me – are you afraid?”
“Yes.” Andrew thought. “Argh! I meant to say no!”
Cyrus chuckled. “That’s another advantage I have over you. I know all of your thoughts.”
“Yeah, and I know all of yours. Do you like unicorns?” Andrew asked silently.
“Yes, they’re so cute!” Cyrus thought.
“No! Of course not!” Cyrus said aloud.
“Hahah, gotcha!” Andrew thought.
“Knock it off; it’s of no matter. I have more control of you than you have over me – your body and mind are still in my clutches. Now, for some donuts.”
Andrew’s body walked over to a long table with numerous comfort foods in boxes. He suddenly began grabbing donuts practically at the speed of light, shoving them down his throat and gobbling them up as fast as he could.
“Even in your smaller body and with your smaller mouth, I still have my appetite!” Cyrus laughed, food disgustingly still in his mouth.
“Argh, not so much! If you eat another box, I’m gonna be way overweight!” Andrew thought.
“I’ll consume what I want without your commentary.” Cyrus stated.
He suddenly stood and focused his eyes at nothing, straining his mind. Andrew felt a sudden wave of sleepiness coming over him once more. He had to resist it. He tried to strain his mind back in attempt to resist the force.
A moment passed, and the force of potential unconsciousness passed. Andrew’s body continued to consume donuts quickly due to Cyrus’ control. Andrew was safe and was still conscious inside Cyrus’ mind.
He had to stay conscious and find an opportunity to resist the possession, but he knew if he thought enough about it, Cyrus would realize Andrew’s mind was awake. Andrew began to think heavily on Cyrus-like thoughts so he would realize.
“Boy, those were some donuts.” Andrew thought. “I really love those jelly-filled ones. They taste like . . . er . . . good things.”
Cyrus didn’t beat an eyelash, assuming they were his own thoughts.
“I guess I’d better take Lloyd – er, the Green Ninja to his cell, making it very obvious where he is and where somebody could find him.”
Sure enough, Cyrus began to walk over out of the room and down a couple corridors, dragging along the chained warrior.
A few moments later, Lloyd suddenly looked up as he was being dragged. He stared at his ripped robes (due to Cyrus’ carelessness with his body) and then up to Andrew’s ghost-controlled face. His eyelids shot up in surprise.
“Andrew!” He asked. “What are you doing? Why have you chained me up? What’s going on?”
“I’m taking you to a new home, Green Ninja.” Andrew hated the feeling of words coming from his lips of which he had no intention to stay.
“What do you mean? And why are you calling me ‘Green Ninja?’”
Lloyd stood up. “Take these chains off me! I don’t know what you’re doing, but it’s not funny! Ninjago City is being attacked by ghosts right now and you’re acting very strange! Not to mention, you’ve put on weight.”
“Well, what can I say?” Cyrus controlled Andrew’s voice. “I’m a very foolish and immature thing, and only because of your ridiculous leadership!”
He then tugged on the chains heavily, dragging Lloyd forward.
“Wait a minute . . . you’re not Andrew!” Lloyd gasped in realization. “You’re a ghost who possessed him! Let him go right now! You can’t do that to him!”
“I will never let him go. Both of you are mine now, so you foolish ninja will be out of the way. My master will reward me greatly for your capture, both of you!”
“Please, no! Don’t make Andrew go through what I went through! He shouldn’t have to experience that! Possess me instead!”
Although he didn’t know where he got the courage, Andrew momentarily broke through the possession to shout one horror-stricken word: “No!”
Cyrus suddenly sent another wave of weakening toward Andrew, bringing back his possession. “Hm . . .” Cyrus considered. “I would prefer to be the all-powerful Green Ninja. Fair trade, but Andrew will still be in a cell.”
“All right.” Lloyd agreed. “As long as Andrew doesn’t have to go through what Morro and I went through.”
Suddenly, Andrew felt the internal force of his mind disappear. He fell to the floor away from Cyrus’ ghostly body.
“No, Lloyd . . .” Andrew moaned weakly.
“Quick, get out of here!” Lloyd shouted. “You’re the only hope Ninjago has yet!”
“Why, you -!” Cyrus began.
He suddenly charged at Lloyd as the green warrior released a shriek. Cyrus disappeared and an enraged expression took over Lloyd’s face. “Come here, child.” Cyrus growled in Lloyd’s voice.
Andrew had spent so much energy trying to break free from the possession he felt he had nothing left. He felt weak. He had to find some way to run off before it was too late.
Suddenly, Andrew had an idea.
A large, bushy tail popped out from Andrew’s suit and he began to shrink and grow fur. He was a squirrel.
A sudden rush came over Andrew. He felt wild! He felt ready to run around and run around and run around and run around and find some nuts and run around! Just before Possessed-Lloyd could grab him, Andrew scampered out of the corridors and into the room where he had previously been.
“Get that squirrel!” Lloyd shouted.
Andrew kept running as fast as he could, past many surprised ghosts until he ran right out of the door. He was in some strange building in the desert, but he took no time to notice. He kept running as quickly and crazily as a . . . well, squirrel.
Lloyd stopped in front of the exit to catch his breath. “I can’t believe it! He’s gone!” He panted. “No matter. He should be of little worry. My master will still be pleased with my capture.”
Lloyd walked off back into the building, ready to tell his master the news.
Andrew scampered up atop the tree, ready to find some tasty chestnuts of which he had found a new crave for.

Sorry, the ending's a little bit rushed, but the 10,000 character limit for the Galleries was getting close. At least it's easier to read here than the Galleries due to the italics.