It was a somber, quiet evening. Eljay was sitting in the dark corner of his room as he would any other day, lamenting his loneliness. He didn't cry, but he sobbed... Very quietly, making sure nobody could hear him.
Suddenly, a sound broke the eerie atmosphere. Somebody was knocking on the door! - Before soon, Eljay gathered enough bravery to get up. He slowly walked over to the door, floor squealed disturbingly under his footsteps. He wiggled the knob and quietly opened the way for his visitor.
Horrified by what he saw, Eljay quickly cornered himself back into the darkness of his room. It was Solek, standing there with a horrific smile. Eljay didn't know what to do or how to act. If Meso was here, surely he would protect his fragile friend. But there was no Meso to save Eljay tonight. No, he was alone... All alone. Solek was his only company.
Then, fear froze him solid. Solek rushed towards the helpless Eljay, pressing him against the wall. He grabbed the Toa's hands and leaned towards his ear. Smirking, Solek started whispering words of dread into Eljay's ears.
"Meso isn't here, Eljay... Tonight, I'm going to take revenge," Solek explained, smiling softly before winking under his white mask. Eljay knew resistance was futile. Solek, after all, was a Matoran of his word. A strong, terrifying Matoran of his word. He realized that all he could do is to let Solek work his dreadful plot and hope it will all be over soon. He grunted and eventually loosened. Solek was victorious.
The rest is history...
I'm sorry for making you read this.