Fixed spelling errors and grammar. I do not own this story. Belongs to not-a-cop. I might get into trouble for this, but I mean no ill will or I'm claiming this as my own story! I just love it so much that I feel it deserves to be refreshed and polished. I DID not change any parts of the plot! If you want to see the full unedited version just look up Randy Cunningham Shadow of a Future on Google search to read the real one. Here's a shoutout to not a cop, you're awesome!.

Chapter 1: Prologue.

Alarms and sirens blared loudly, signaling that someone had broken into McFist's factory.

"Sir! Captain Johnson is down! I repeat, Captain Johnson is down! We can't hold him off anymore!" Said a man on the screen of a jumbo sized computer, surrounded by his fellow security guards, laying heavy gunfire on a foe that was out of the cameras view. Screams and yelps of terror rang in the computer's speakers.

A figure zipped quickly in the screen, but it went by too fast to identify who/what it was and more cries of people yelled in pain.

"How did he get in?! I have the most advanced security system in the world! Time to bring out the heavy artillery."

The responder pushed a button on the dashboard and spoke,

"Matthews! activate the military apes now! Let's see that shoob go through robots that have twice the power of a tank." Said the man receiving the call from his security guard, it burdened him that he was losing his security to this mad man! If you could even call him a man now.

"Sir, I did! He tore through them like they were nothing! Sir what do we do?".. Said Matthews in horror, watching the carnage that was unfolding up close.

The man on the other end of his radio didn't respond.

"Sir please answer, I don't know what to do! Sir?"

"..."

"Mr. Weinerman! Please answer me—"

Static.

Something had cut an end to the video feed, and no doubt had done the same to Matthews.

"Dammit!" Howard Weinerman slammed his fist on the table. How could he let this happen, how could he have let all those men lose their lives so needlessly? He cursed himself as a very elderly man on a robotic wheelchair rolled in.

Howard didn't turn to look at him, too distraught to do so.

"I would have expected a mastermind like you to have a backup plan, but it looks like even the CEO of Weinerman industries can fall short on that, especially when we're dealing with him." The elderly man said.

"Viceroy," Howard said. "It's not safe here, you should have evacuated with the other employees.."

"Please, Howard. Say I did, then what? I just leave you here alone." Viceroy replied sarcastically.

"I'll be fine." Howard said. "I have the device you prepared for me."

"Howard, I told you, I don't know if it'll even work on him." Viceroy's voice was broken with doubt a little.

"It'll have to." Howard said with determination in his eyes. "I can't let him in here, Viceroy,"

Howard gestured to the room they were in. All around them were weapons, deadly ones, the ones Mcfist had built before Howard had seized control of his company.

"There's no telling what he wants and what he can do if he gets a hold of any of this stuff." Howard continued. "And there's no telling what he'll do to you when he gets here, you need to go." The ginger sighed heavily.

"Howard, I have always been loyal to my bosses, both you and Mcfist. And I ain't about to stop now."

"Then I'm giving you an order as your boss, to leave now, Viceroy."

"But-"

"No buts, if something happens to me, you have to help the Ninja stop—"

The video screen buzzed back to life receiving a video call from another location.

"Hello? Are you there?" The screen showed a young boy clad in a black mask with red lines on it, his eyes were the only part of his face that the mask did not hide.

"Ah speak of the shoob, glad to see you, Ninja." Howard said.

"Sorry, I bolted from school the second I saw smoke coming out of your building," He replied. "The Nomicon told me I'd be fighting him, is it really him? How'd he escape?"

"I'm afraid so Henry-I mean Ninja, and I'm not sure."

"This is wonked up…..I'll be there as fast as I can, please stay safe." The ninja ended the video and began pushing himself to get there faster.

Just as the video ended the alarms blared. "Breach at the main vault!" it wailed over and over.

"Viceroy, go…." Howard said sweating, but not losing his determination.

"Sir—" Viceroy was about to plead.

"Go Viceroy, now. I won't ask again."

"I…alright sir." Viceroy relented and rolled his wheelchair into the emergency escape elevator. "Sir…be careful.." Viceroy took one last look at his superior, unable to keep his sad expression composed. "It was my pleasure to work with you, Howard."

Howard nodded as the elevator ascended. He checked his pockets for the weapon he was going to use for defense. It was where he needed it to be. Next he got out his wallet and unfolded it to unveil his old photos of his family, he looked at each of their faces, his mom, dad,... his sister, Heidi. Looking at that moment peppy and happy, Howard laughed seeing himself appearing just as happy himself. He pulled out his most precious one..

Him and Randy. Smiling. Laughing so hard their ribs ached. He remembered holding the camera in a awkward position they almost dropped composure and the photo took an uneven shape.

Just like when things were so simple…

With a wham, the vault door gained a huge dent, then another and another, then fingers slid between them and wrenched it open. A figure stepped through, his entrance drove shivers down Howard's spine as he looked upon his intruders face.

Howard had his back turned and slowly looked at his best friend.

"Cunningham….." Howard said hoping he sounded braver than he felt.

"Howard…." The former ninja replied.

Randy strode in wearing the same trousers a ninja would wear, red bandages wrapped his shin to his feet, and He clenched his armor gloved hand. He wore no shirt baring his toned chest to the world, exposing a tattoo of the norisu nine symbol above his heart but he had crossed it out with a "X" shaped scar. His hair was nothing like it was during high school, his once radical and spiky hair was now pushed down to a slick back with the ends of his hair reaching the bottom of his neck. His eyes no longer showed the bright cheery light they once held, now paired with a scar on his right eyebrow, all you could see in his eyes were anger and rage.

"I see you've done quite well for yourself," Randy said as he took a step prompting Howard to also take a step away from him. "I mean; you've got the beard you've always wanted, a fancy suit, and a company. All this while I've been away." Randy spat the 'away' dripped with venom.

"Well, you don't look so bad yourself Cunningham," Howard replied, the duo now circling each other. "What are you now, 34? You still look like you're 25, guess having a demon bird run through your veins really does make you age slower."

"Oh really? That's so nice to hear," Randy said with mock enthusiasm and his eyebrows cocked up. "Because I thought being trapped in a hole for 14 years might have messed up my complexion!" He spat at him, clenching his fists.

Howard winced.

"You did that to yourself, Cunningham." Howard said still moving away from Randy. "You are a danger to everyone,"

"I've heard that all before." Randy seethed, throwing his hands in the air.

"Yeah, during your trial in the Nomicon! The one where you lashed out and tried to attack it! Attacked us!" Howard exclaimed, his adrenaline overcoming his fear.

"If I were you I'd shut up now, Howard." Randy's voice was lined with ill intent.

"If you were me?" Howard said exasperated, he shot his arms at his former friend, "You're not even you anymore!"

"Shut up!" Randy shook his head and grimaced, "Shut up!" He covered his ears.

"You're not well, Cunningham," Howard pleaded. "Please, let me help you"

Howard stopped walking away and started walking towards Randy. He felt that maybe, just maybe his best friend was still in there. As he reached Randy, his former best friend made no effort to assault him, he just kept covering his ears. Howard barely touched his shoulders, almost attempting to comfort Randy.

"Howard…." Randy said quietly.

"I'm right here, buddy.." Howard reached out to him.

"You….are…so..." Randy said as he too reached out to Howard. "UNGRATEFUL!"

Howard's eyes widened at shock as Randy lifted him by the neck. Randy was clamping down too hard on Howard's windpipe, he could barely breathe.

"You keep insulting me, lecturing me, about why I'm like this!" Randy said as he squeezed harder. "But I'm like this for you! For all of you! I did this protect all of you from that monster, and now…now!..."

Randy glared at Howard with daggers, "You insult me by putting me in the prison that held that monster!"

Howard clawed at Randy's hand, desperate for air. "Cun..ning..ham.."

"You think I'm as bad as the Sorcerer! Admit it!" Randy continued, his rage high now. "Well, I don't need you or any of these ingrates!"

He threw Howard across the room, Howard crashed into some old WND(weapons of ninja destruction). He went into a fit of coughing as soon as he got up from being thrown like a ragdoll. He didn't know what hurt worse his lungs, his back or the realization his best friend wasn't in there anymore. Maybe all three. It was hopeless at this point.`

"If you're gonna kill me.." Howard coughed out. "Get it over with."

"You think this is about some stupid revenge?" Randy asked impatiently as he walked towards the back of the room. "No, no, no.. this is way bigger than you Howard, way bigger."

"What are you talking about?" Howard said confused. If he wasn't here to kill him then why was he here?

"This!"

Randy said as he removed the tarp of one of Mcfists old weapons.

Howard gasped, The Mctime machine! It was still here and apparently Randy needed it. And not for anything good Howard presumed.

"Wha-what do you need that for?" Howard asked in panic, there was no telling what Randy could do with that.

"I'd tell you….but if everything goes according to plan, this future won't even exist." Randy said cryptically.

"Well, good luck getting it to work you shoob, because I don't have any hard-to-get-ium and I doubt you have any on you right now, either." Howard said defiantly.

"Don't need it." Randy smiled sinisterly. "I only need something that has about enough power as hard-to-get-ium, which just so happens be in my fingertips."

Randy's forearm to the tip of his fingers suddenly darkened to pitch blackness, his fingertips turning blood red and sharpening to a razor-sharp point. His arm erupted with Tengu energy and he stabbed the Mctime machine. The power gauge went off the roof.

"This is very, very bad.." Howard thought. 'It's now or never."

Howard pulled a small black device the size of a Taser and rushed at Randy. Before Randy could react, Howard stabbed the device into Randy's side and activated it. Randy yelled in pain as the device emitted a small blue light that surrounded Randy.

Randy could feel his power draining, this was some sort of energy absorption device. Howard smiled triumphantly.

"I had Viceroy work on this, soon you'll have no power left! And you'll be just a normal shoob again!" Howard said as if he had already won.

"Power overload! Power overload! Power overload!" The Device alerted then short circuited, Howard's face fell as Randy's turned into a sneer.

Randy punched Howard into the wall with a sickening 'crack', no doubt the sound of a couple of Howard's ribs breaking. He suppressed the need to scream from the pain, and winced.

"Enough!" Randy yelled stepping into the Mctime machine punching in the time he wished to travel to. "I think I'll take you up on your earlier offer, Howard!"

Howard stared at his once best friend with confusion. Then the pit of his stomach dropped.

Randy grew a feather out of his arm and threw it at a pile of Mcfists more explosive weapons, as it embedded itself into a missile the tip of the feather lit up like a fuse.

"When that flame reaches the end of the feather..well you know what happens, you can start asking for mercy now." Randy said with an evil grin.

Howard did not plead, he did not make a look of terror or fear. He only looked at Randy with pity in his eyes.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Randy said unnerved.

"You know, everything we've been through, all of it," Howard replied in ragged breath; "Through the monster and robots, through all your screw ups and through all the wonkiness I gave you for those screw ups, I always thought…I always believed that at the end of the day..you'd make the right choice, that you'd prove that you were the right guy for the job, I always…I always believed you'd be the hero…..But it looks like I made the wrong choice believing in that."

"…..I am making the right choice." Randy said as he closed the door of the time machine. "I know I am.."

Howard gripped the old photo of himself and the old Randy he knew, closing his eyes and replaying the sounds of themselves laughing...the room began to be engulfed into white hot flames...

The ninja of Norrisville swung from building to building. He mentally repeated; 'C'mon, I have to make it, I have to."

He landed neatly on a building, "Just a half a block more and—" His thoughts were interrupted by an explosion that shook the town.

He gazed up in horror as the pillar of black smoke rose from the destination he was trying to reach.

"Oh no, oh no no no!" He said out loud.

A watch the nNnja was wearing buzzed to life as an elderly man's face appeared on the face of the watch.

"Viceroy!" The ninja said in relief. "Are you okay?"

"I am Ninja, Howard ordered me out of the building before it went down.." Viceroy replied.

"And Mr. Weinerman…?"

The old man looked down and hesitates to answer, as if words were too frozen to be spoken out. He replied,

"….I'm sorry Ninja."

The ninja felt terrible, as grief washed over him it turned into rage as he punched a metal vent on the roof, giving it a huge dent.

"I was too late, If-if only I was faster, if only I got there in time, I could have—" Ninja said clenching his fist and trembled with grief.

"Ninja, this isn't your fault, there was nothing you could have done against that monster….If anything it's my fault, I left Howard there alone, with a device that malfunctioned," Viceroy said looking down, pain in his eyes.

He saw the whole thing go over the moment Randy entered and assaulted his boss to him leaving.

"Viceroy…."

"But we have no time for a pity party, Ninja" Viceroy said. "The cameras within the vault were functioning and I saw and heard everything, get down to the street; we'll talk there "

The ninja peered down the building he was standing on, Viceroy stood in the empty street. He probably tracked the ninja through the wristwatch communicator. The Ninja leapt down the building to meet Viceroy.

"Cunningham plans to change the past using my old Mctime machine." Viceroy explained. "So you need to stop him."

"Alright, so do you have a spare 'Mctime machine..?" The ninja finger quoted the words, as if to emphasize how dumb he thought the name was.

"Of course not. It's old, outdated junk." Viceroy said, "Compared to my new one, which is considerably smaller."

Viceroy pulled out a belt that had blinking lights.

"Behold the WeinerMctime machine!" Viceroy said proudly.

The ninja raised his eyebrow at Viceroy.

"Howard named it alright." Viceroy said indignantly. "Thanks to my genius, this time machine no longer runs on a rare power source, but on common recyclable organic trash!"

The Ninja squinted, wanting to point out that Viceroy might not have come up with that himself and might have gotten the idea from a really old movie, but he decided against it.

The younger Ninja strapped it on. As he was about to punch in the date he realized he didn't know what date he was supposed to go to.

"If you're thinking about what date Cunningham is going to, don't worry;" Viceroy must've read his mind. "By pressing that red button at the side you can 'piggyback' on the nearest' time stream jump' done within the city."

The ninja nodded and pressed the button. A ray of light shot out of the buckle and crackled in the air, the space before them shook and exploded into light that formed a portal. The ninja looked back at Viceroy, unsure of everything that was going down. If this worked and he arrived at the time Evil Randy was currently at, then what? How would he beat him? Would he be too powerful? These were all questions he would consider more, but his mind kept telling him he had to do this so no one else lost their life like Mr. Weinerman, that and to wing it.

"Remember!" Viceroy said over the whirring sound the portal made, "Stop him, and don't mess up the past too much, OK?"

"I'll try!" the Ninja had to yell slightly as the portal became louder.

"You can do this Ninja. I'm counting on you."

"I hope so…."

The ninja dove into the portal as light and space warped around him, a thought came to him "Looks like I get to stop a madman, avenge a friend/mentor and possibly save the future…..and all of this before lunch."

Chappy number 2 is coming out soon.