ENJOY ~

Taking on the role as the secret warrior, in NorrisVille, known as: THE NINJA has its perks. Being the straight up cheese, for one thing. Learning secret fighting techniques from a magical ancient book called the Nomicon. Awesome. Best thing of all. The feeling when one gets, saving a whole lot of people from unpredictable impending doom. So BRUCE.

But every now & again Randy Cunningham's encounters with dangerous, bipolar, homicidal, robo-apes, & mystifying dark magic from an evil sorcerer, living in an underground sewer line, do take their toll on him.

Which was very rare.

Maybe Randy had the serious case of the Monday blues. Or maybe it's due to the severe lack of sleep. Whatever the reason, Randy woke up very groggily . . . on the floor.

Randy never fell out of bed.

If he did, it was usually one of those mornings where everything & anything was going to be so off.

The moment Randy face planted the floor he immediately knew something was wrong. As far as he knew, he distinctly remembered his bed not being so close to the ground. When he fell, the impact would've hurt a lot more too. Considering he had one of those loft beds nearly touching the ceiling. Randy would've also knocked over a thing or two off of his giant spindle table that was placed right next to his bed. A rice bowl give or take, with left over trout bones that were beginning to rot a little. He'd been meaning to take the dang thing to the sink, but no.

(Randy would always make up an excuse as to why NOT to.)

Instead Randy had woken up to a bedroom that wasn't his. No loft bed, giant spindle table, or smelly, rancid, rice bowl present.

"What. The. JUICE? Where am I?" He sat up from the ground, gathering his composure.

The room was small. Easily mistaken for a flat or an attic on the account of bricked walls, two fancy windows, & an arched up ceiling. It was also painfully simple. Wishy-washy in cool colors. Spot on clean & organized. Except for the laminated poster above the bed, of a gorgeous space nebula, that was about the only interesting thing in the room. Randy had something similar in own room, only in postcard form.

"I'd hate to be the poor shoob who owns this room." Randy muttered as he stood.

It's when he heard footsteps & a couple of mutters from a single voice coming toward his way. Randy was hoping his best friend, Howard Weinerman, would do his thing by bursting into the scene explaining his situation as to why Randy woke up in an unfamiliar place.

Instead, openng the bedroom door, poked in the head of girl who had at least three to four years on Randy. She was very pretty. A little tall & skinny. She had big hazel eyes. Straight long, orange hair, pulled back by a blue headband, exposing a peachy forehead. She wore a plain, tight, black, long sleeved shirt, blue loose pants, & black slip on shoes. Although her posture & expression might've screamed she was a little cheesed off, she had gentle features in the face that wouldn't allow that. She looked more like a little pouty kid, with her arms all crossed.

"Oh. Good. You're awake." She said studying Randy from head to toe. "You're not even dressed yet!"

For a horrible moment Randy thought he was in his birthday suit. Taking upon the liberty to study himself, he was relieved he was wearing a simple white undershirt & blue striped pajama pants. Something he would never be caught dead in, even if it was the last thing in his closet.

All Randy managed was a, "HUH?"

"You better hurry up & get ready for school, Danny." The girl added.

"Whoa. Wait. What?" Randy exclaimed. "My name's NOT Danny! I'm-"

"Yeah. Very funny, & I'm not your older sister Jazz." She huffs. "Look just because we had a slight altercation yesterday, it doesn't mean you should continue this nonesense with your childish behavior!"

"Who said anything about being funny? Girl. I don't even know you-"

"Either you hurry up or I'm leaving without you, Danny."

"But I'm not-"

The sound of the bedroom door slamming shut was what happened. Randy was left alone. "Okay?"

Counting the piles of questions hoarding in his head. Like. Where was he? For one thing. Why did he wake up in a room that wasn't his? And who the JUICE was Danny? Randy did a few rounds of pacing back & forth, Coming up with the most ridiculous answers.

1. Randy had been kidnapped by a couple psychos, replacing their last victim with him.

2. This was probably one of those dream within a dream, within a dream, things again & any given minute he'd wake up, & Randy would find out that it was all archenemy's, the evil sorcerer's, fault.

3. Randy's life had been an entire lie!

He stopped pacing, lifting a shaky hand to his forehead to wipe a bead of sweat. Only to realize his hand . . . wasn't really HIS hand. Randy dropped his mouth wide open. "Aw. No." He exclaimed. "This can't be happening!"

Randy started to rampage through the bedroom to search for a reflective surface.

NOTE: DISCLAIMER DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM OR RANDY CUNNINGHAM 9TH GRADE NINJA OR ANY OF ITS SUPER BRUCE CONTENT.

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