Disclaimer: I'm only going to put this once at the beginning of this story; I don't own any of these people, because if I do then that would be weird. Sadly, I do not own the television series Codename: Kids Next Door either, this fan fiction only being for the amusement of others and my writing mind.

Hey there guys, it's me. I got bored of my other stories, so I thought I'd try and start a fresh round with this one. Youtubers in the Kids Next Door scenario, pretty genius. The plot hamster came from when I was mentioning and correcting who was number one subscribed on Youtube, then I said out loud as 'Numbuh 1' and thought of the show and then thought how funny it would be if these characters were in this silly situation.

The story will start out with a bit of introduction and plot, but from then on it will eventually just dissolve into prompts (suggested by YOU). Once we return to the plot, the main focus will be the characters introduced in this here chapter. Don't be shy though, you can mention other Youtubers. I may not know some, but I'm always willing to mention them. I even have some other Youtubers pre-planned into sectors and numbers.

Well, the numbers is kind of obvious. Most of them have a specific way to get their numbers, and others might be a bit more random. If you guess it, I might write a one-shot for you. ;)

Anyways, after this long list of bold text, I'd like to mention any cool anagrams are mentioned at the bottom. I will be making up some gadgets and then some will be re-used from the tv series, same goes to lesser villains, but I got a bunch planned.

Enjoy!

-Useful

OPERATION: I.N.T.R.O.D.U.C.T.I.O.N.

INTRODUCING

NEW

TEAM

RECRUITS BY

OPENLY

DEGRADING

UNDERWEAR

CHEESILY

THROUGH

INITIATION

OPENING

NIGHT

There was always something unusual going on in Sector C, one of the largest and best sectors of the KND (or Kids Next Door, if you are unaware of what they are then maybe you should consider educating yourself) with it's flashy lights and Hollywood sign. Being located in the middle of the busy city of Sacramento; most of us would wonder how a large tree house would go unnoticed by adults. But the children do not question it, nor do many other people in the world seeing as this is a normal occurrence for them to eat, sleep, and hang out here without their parents or guardians questioning why.—maybe it's because they claim to be spending the night at their friend's house.

No matter what, adults don't tend to notice what their children are up too. Teenagers or pre-teen alike, oblivious to the ways siblings fight to maim or severely wound, using weapons and inventions that could be used in war and advanced technology. Are adults just stupid? Definitely not, but they tend to overlook things, finding their daily work-out and cooking specials much more important.

Once again, in Sector C, there is never a dull day. In fact, today was like any other days. Located just above the house known as S.M.O.S.H., an empty and abandoned house; whereas the tree house was easily filled with many gadgets and items that would make an adult scream for joy and want to touch it all. Okay, it wasn't much 'hidden' at all—there is a tree growing out of it. However, most people wonder why the house is abandoned, and Sector C doesn't question it much either.

You can see how whimsical the children and adults are these days, taking things with casual attitudes. Was there some form of hidden glamour on the world, or do children just see things differently then adults see things? It has been theorized many times why the human race is like this, but not even the top KND scientists know the answer.

However, they don't spend time in the empty house itself, making their way to the top in the large tree house (and by large, think abnormally large); sitting on the couch of the tree house and playing videogames, his posture lax as a single pink tongue protruded from his mouth was Numbuh 1 of Sector C. Leading his team with a…lenient fist. Most others wonder how he got into the role of leadership, though say it was his time in Sector S that brought him to the top before they immediately transferred him to a new Sector.

Described as a paranoid and oddly collected leader, he isn't as much a tactical genius as the others and is more of a great leader in his mercy and friendship towards his team. He doesn't take his position too seriously, though when it gets challenged he doesn't like it. The young pre-teen tries to act cool about it, but eventually it becomes an all-out war for his dignity and rank. Numbuh 1 looked over the screen of his Game Boy, blue eyes glazing over as he was alone in the room.

To the Kids Next Door, he was Numbuh 1. At other points, most others called him Felix Kjellberg, originally from Sector S in Sweden and now running the California Sector due to the lack of friendship and others challenging him (if anyone asked about how he came to the Sector, though many have a fear of that due to his undeniable rank). He tugged a strand of dirty blond hair away from his brow, "no!" The young Swedish operative had left his hand from the thumb pad for a second, only for his character to go steering into a monster and dying.

"Geez, Felix. Why all the screaming at a video game?" Numbuh 15 entered the large lounging area, being of Japanese descent and one of the first operatives to be transferred to Sector C after its re-creation, after Numbuh's 2 and 3; having been abandoned after the last operatives were decommissioned and the lacking of enthusiasm to be apart of Sector C was one of the biggest fears for new operatives. She was great friends with both Numbuhs, however, never took the time to get to know Numbuh 1 despite using his first name on occasions and casually.

Mari Takahashi preferred keeping to herself, being the only girl of Sector C.

"Hey! If you-uh died then you would be mad too!" He sat up from where he had been lying down, his expression a mock serious as she went by.

Rolling her brown eyes, and shaking her head, Numbuh 15 calmly replied. "Right, then again, I can't judge. I get angry easily at games, and frightened." That was the one thing most operatives of Sector C had in common, their love for videogames and taking down the adults. "Anyways, I came in here to tell you Numbuh 2 and 3 are at it again; next time don't put them in charge of choosing our dinner."

Felix looked confused, placing the game on the table and getting up, the eleven year old (almost twelve) stretching lightly. "Alright, alright." He paused to look back as the Japanese girl picked up his Game Boy, "don't erase my file!" He exclaimed, only to get a silent thumb up in reply. That usually meant he would have to start the game over again, though Felix didn't mind. It wasn't like he hasn't beaten that game a gazillion trillion times.

"No. You listen; we should totally go out for sugary treats, like donuts!"

"Don't you get donuts every morning? Aren't you tired of them?"

"You can never be tired of pink frosted sprinkled donuts."

Felix could hear Numbuh 2's eye roll as he entered the shared room of the duo. Numbuh 2 and 3 have known each other for a long time, and are considered best friends despite their arguing on a daily basis. Though at first they seemed to feel threaten by Felix's transfer to Sector C and automatic leadership, eventually they began to see him as a friend. Numbuh 2, being Felix's second-in-command of sorts, was the most friendly with him, whereas Numbuh 3 was more shy and reserved but got along well.

"Felix! Please explain to Ian that having a third meal of donuts is unhealthy." Numbuh 2 pleaded, glancing at the leader.

"I dunno Anthony, donuts sound pretty good right now—"

"HAH!"

"What did you have in mind?" Ian and Anthony were the craziest duo, always testing their friendship and yet partners for life. Being the 'original' Sector C, they've been here since their commissioning; only for Numbuh 15 to come along a few days later. They had their moments of hilarity, and are always on constant guard for each others back. Felix will admit he was a bit jealous of their relationship, hoping to have with his whole team.

Speaking of which, there was one missing.

"Burrit—" Anthony was cut off mid-sentence by Numbuh 1's question, glancing between the two as though they had something to do with his disappearance.

"Where is Numbuh 28?" Said was one of the newest additions to the team, recently being moved from Moonbase to Sector C; he was a rather mysterious fellow the others had to admit, but good at what he does. Most would call him the tech-guy, the go-to for things that needed to be created or fixed. He spent most of his time on his computer and also had a passion for videogames, though his was kept more private and to himself; not taking interest in co-operative play much at the moment.

"Last I saw him, he was in his room. I swear upon Ian's hair, we didn't prank him today…" Ian and Anthony had found hazing to be a fun method to greet Numbuh 28; being significantly far off the number scale and much more quiet and serious; they had taken it upon themselves to 'lighten him up'.

"Can we have burritos?" Numbuh 2 continued, slipping his hair out of his eye casually. Ian rolling his own blue eyes.

"No way! Donuts!"

"Burritos!"

"Donuts!"

"Burritos!"

"Do-nuts."

"That. Sounded. So. Wrong." Anthony and Ian argued back and forth, about ready to pull out their favorite weapons and use them against each other. This happened usually every year, if they're lucky, where a full out battle would happen between the two. According to Numbuh 15, at least. Felix just mindlessly watched, before stepping in as Ian was about to insult Anthony, which would in-turn cause the other to fling himself at his friend.

Seriously, the two were childish and acted like enemies half the time. "Okay bros, we'll get burritos for dinner and then donuts for dessert." He compromised, noticing the slightly disappointed look as Anthony put away his S.P.I.C.E.R., obviously hoping to shoot Ian with one of his favorite weapons to prove the bread-headed kid he was wrong once again.

"Okay." Ian and Anthony both said in unison, trudging off to the lounge where Numbuh 15 was still playing Felix's videogame. "Hey Mari." They said, sitting down on either side of her, a look of complete boredom that would not last for long; it usually never did in Sector C.

Felix ran a hand through his hair, walking off to their last operative's room. Knocking on the door, Felix had no idea of his first name, but instead the whole team called him by his number. It wasn't unusual for this, especially someone new and as private as him. Though it was obvious Ian and Anthony tried to pry it out of him by asking nonsensical questions. "Numbuh 28, you still alive bro?"

The door creaked open as the lights of many screens illuminated the room, a single dark eye watching Felix curiously. "Yes." was his single reply, before fully opening the door to reveal him. He was short, with dark colored hair that could be mistaken as black or dark brown depending on the light. His dark eyes completed his look, but when he smiled it made the young member look completely different. "I've been hiding from Numbuh's 2 and 3 all day." Was his simple explanation, making the other KND operative nod in understanding.

Numbuh 1 didn't blame them; if it weren't for the automatic role in leadership at Sector C then he probably would have gotten more than one 'initiation' from the duo. His own being an open embarrassment of cheese; a cheese hose being stuck in his pants when he was formally and publicly recruited and honored to be Sector C's new leader. The cheese had gone into his pants and everywhere on the ground, resulting in laughter from the KND operatives at the Moonbase and present for the event. Ian and Anthony laughing in the background snickering and snorting through their nose.

At first, he resented them. Then Felix began to laugh at himself alongside the others, impressing the mischievous duo and 'passing' initiation.

Numbuh 28 wasn't so lucky, getting water dumped on him at every turn, and once getting a pink frosted donut to the face. Although Felix knows the two aren't being like this on purpose, it was just in their nature to try and get the other kid to laugh at himself; they weren't being successful, and since then Numbuh 28 has remained completely straight-faced to stubbornly prove them wrong.

"Right, well we're going to go out for some burritos and then donuts do you want to join—" In that moment, there was a flashing red alarm going off, causing the pair to look up and around; knowing full well what that meant. "Err, I meant we're going to kick some adult butt!" Felix corrected himself jokingly, but didn't waste any time as he ran down to the lounge and where the alert system was; Numbuh 28 was right on his heels.

When they arrived, the other three operatives were at the screen; eyes narrowed as they watched. "It's Barrelman again." Anthony informed, typing on the screen as a giant mech with barrels for feet, and a large barrel for a body came stomping down the road towards where the S.M.O.S.H. house was located and Sector C. Another figure sitting on the mech, laughing manically; his face covered by a barrel with sunglasses.

Which often makes Felix wonder how the adult could see, though he didn't linger on it too much in fear his brain would start to hurt in attempting to understand the adult ways?

"Alright bros, battle stations. Numbuh 15, prepare the K.I.T.T.E. C.A.N.N.O.N. and fire at will. Numbuh 28," he turned to the other operative, who in turn saluted; he was so formal around the others, having come from under 457 and 389's command on Moonbase. "Get the C.O.O.L.B.U.S., we're bringing the party to him."

Numbuh 28 nodded, running off. Numbuh's 2 and 3 following, while Numbuh 15 was already gone to activate the K.I.T.T.E. C.A.N.N.O.N. Felix, the leader of this team and sending these children to fight battles against the adult world, who are attempting to bring the joy and fun out of their lives, looked up as Barrelman approached.

His blue eyes narrowed as the operative swept some hair away from his face, a determined look on his face as he went to join the other young men on the C.O.O.L.B.U.S.; strapping his seatbelt in despite the quick ejection he, and Numbuh's 2 and 3 will be doing to fight the lone adult. "Alright bros, Kid's Next Door—battle stations!" Felix proclaimed as Numbuh 28 jetted them forward and out of the tree house.

There never was a dull day when a kid under the age of 13 was apart of the Kids Next Door; always living life in some form of action movie. Able to go places and do stuff unlike the other kids, who didn't have any cool gadgets or the skills to handle the life as an operative. That's okay though, because Kid's Next Door job is to protect those kids and let them keep their childish freedom—no matter how boring some of it may seem. No more broccoli being shoved down their throats, no more spanking, they wanted their own independent freedom.

"Say guys, just looking at his barrels is making me thirsty; think we can get some Root Beer after this?" Ian suddenly asked, making the other three groan.

"Ian."

S.M.O.S.H. ;; Super Mysterious Operative Sector Headquarters

S.P.I.C.E.R. ;; Stingy Pepper Infused Cannon Enflames Retina

K.I.T.T.E. C.A.N.N.O.N. ;; Kommon Intelligent Terminator Tech Ejecting Cats At Non Nifty Older Nemesis's

C.O.O.L.B.U.S. ;; Carries Operatives Overhead Luxuriously Boasts Unbeatable Speed