A/N: This oneshot was inspired by Stank'd to the Future. After a bit of calculations, I realized the Ninja of 1985, at the time, was still a Freshman. So how could he go to prom that early? Here's what I think happened.
The Nomicon has two forms. The first one, her commonly used form, was a book. While in this form, the Nomicon uses her powers to upload a meaningful message to the Ninja's brain.
She rarely used her secondary form. This form was a girl with short red hair, vibrant green eyes, and a simple outfit consisting of a plain sleeveless black dress and red sandals. She never showed the previous Ninjas this form because she knew most of them were horny guys. The only one who knows about it is a boy named Mac Antfee.
To this day, Mac is the Nomicon's biggest mistake. You see, it all started back in 1985...
"Come on, Nomicon!" Mac begged. "It's just this one night!"
"No, I am not taking you to prom," the Nomicon insisted. "You're still in 9th grade, and I refuse to take part in your crazy plan."
"But I heard this year is so special, it'll make all future proms look like trash!" Mac said. "I promise I won't ask for any more favors after this."
"Oh, really?" the Nomicon asked. "So you're finally ready to learn the Ninja Air Fist without cracking up?"
"Yeah, sure," Mac said. "So will you take me?"
Soon, prom night came. The Nomicon, however, refused to change her human form since it wasn't part of the agreement. Luckily, her standard outfit matched the proper dress code, so she was already fine.
"So here's the plan," Mac said as he and the Nomicon arrived at the school. "You're a transfer student named Nora Cosmic. If anyone asks, you're a senior."
"Fine," the Nomicon said. "Let's just get this thing over with."
Suddenly, the two heard a loud roar from nearby. "Oh great," Mac groaned. "Some dweeb got himself Stankified!"
"Knew this would happen," the Nomicon said, taking out the Ninja mask and giving it to Mac. "You know what to do. I'll be waiting inside when you're done."
After about thirty seconds, Mac met up with the Nomicon right outside the school gym. "That was quick," she said. "Usually it takes you longer to find what the person holds most dear."
"Because I didn't," Mac explained. "I locked him in the cafeteria freezer."
"Oh, I get it," the Nomicon said, getting upset. "You want to spend your night at this crazy thing instead of doing your Ninja duty first."
"Nah," Mac said. "I'll let some future Ninja take care of him for me. He was too strong, anyway."
"WHAT?!" the Nomicon yelped.
"You heard me," Mac said. "Now let's enjoy this party."
But just as Mac was about to enter the gym, the Nomicon grabbed his wrist, her eyes glowing red. "I can't believe you!" she yelled. "Out of all of the previous Ninjas, you are the laziest one I have trained!"
"Whoa, chill," Mac said. "I told you he's too strong."
"You don't even deserve to wear this!" the Nomicon continued, yanking the mask out of his grasp. "From this point forward, you are no longer the Norrisville Ninja!"
"You can't do this!" Mac protested. "I'm still a Freshman!"
"I will fill in your remaining Ninja years," the Nomicon decided. "Hopefully, the next candidate is more worthy of being the Ninja."
"What about our deal?" Mac asked.
"Oh, I'll let you enjoy your dance," the Nomicon said. "I hope you're happy with your decision." And with that, she snapped her fingers, disappearing in a flash of red light.
Present Day
Another four years have past, and Charles has proven he was worthy of the Ninja name. So while he spent his last few Ninja days fighting evil, the Nomicon used her psychic powers to see who was the next Ninja. Of course, it was still morning, so she figured the candidates were still getting up. But despite that, she had to find someone with a hero's heart.
The first one was a chubby boy. He looked pretty strong, so maybe no one will notice the Ninja gained some pounds- Hang on, are those tiny hands?
Maybe this one wasn't a good choice.
The next few candidates were also unqualified. Wears glasses, suffers from asthma, scared of sharp objects, has Brittle Bones Disease, way too creepy...
Finally, she came across a boy who was practicing a musical instrument. It looked like he was practicing, even though he was just making noise and humming some kind of tune. Could this boy be the next Ninja? Well, he did seem like he was the kind of person who might use a confidence boost, something the Ninja training could give him. Yes, this boy must be the next Ninja! Now the Nomicon had to-
Wait, what was that sound?
The Nomicon used her psychic powers to follow the source of the sound. It came from a boom box from someone's bedroom. Although she was unfamiliar with the latest trends, the Nomicon suspected it was playing rock music.
There was also a boy singing along to the music. This boy caught her attention. He had incredibly long limbs and very little muscle. She noticed he was only wearing boxers, presumably because he just got up. His most distinguishing features were his light blue eyes and black- no, dark purple- hair.
She watched him get dressed as he continued to sing. He selected black skinny jeans that fit oh-so well with his long legs, purple sneakers with unusual zipper placement on the side, a red t-shirt, and a dark grey hoodie. She continued to watch him as he finished singing.
Oh yeah, it was like lightning
Everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing
And they all started grooving
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
The Nomicon had made up her mind. This boy HAD to be the next Ninja. She just hoped she wouldn't regret it later.
A/N: Hope you liked it! The song mentioned in the fic was Ballroom Blitz by Sweet. Bonus points if you can figure out who the Nomicon was observing.
