Hey, what's up, 9th grade world! It's me, Twila Star, here to make my stamp all over Fanfiction. (An impossible feat, but a girl can dream~!) So, this is my first 9th grade ninja fanfiction, and I hope it's something everyone would like and people don't think it's too inaccurate! The biggest challenge writing this will be weaving in all that unique lingo the Cunningham world has!
I'll try to upload every week or two, but I'd love to update early if I get extra reviews! Sorry If Randy seems out of Character to you, because I totally see Randy as a cooler ninja than he probably actually is.
Randy flipped off the chainsaw robot that McFist sent, and chopped off it's small stands that supported it up, which meant they were probably the robot's flawed legs.
"Ninja Slice!" Randy yelled out his battle cry as the monster felled to the floor.
McFist shook his fists as he watched the fight from a camera Viceroy more than likely hooked up.
"Why did you make the robot's legs so short and small and EASILY BREAKABLE?!" He shouted. Viceroy rolled his eyes before deciding to give him a reply.
"Because you told me to make a mega murder robot that didn't have any parts that couldn't kill the ninja, but I couldn't do that without cutting down on some other parts, so it has little stabbing knives as it's standing mechanism." Viceroy told him.
"Oh please, you know I'm not the evil mastermind, if I ask for something, work with it so it's better and I CLAIM IT AS MY IDEA!"
"Oh, sir, you know I normally do that, but I just wanted to show you how a robot would turn out if I followed your orders to a Tee, so that maybe you'd appreciate me more." Viceroy pouted.
"Oh, how touching." A gruffer voice said mockingly. "But instead of showing each other how to be better friends, you should try getting me the NINJA!" The sorcerer had summond himself up to see his allies latest progress.
"De, ur, it was all Viceroy's idea!" McFist said, properly placing the blame when reprecussions would surely folow.
"Oh! Oh, so it's my idea?! Oh please, If I could do this my way, the Ninja'd be caught by now!" Viceroy fumed, and crossed his arms. McFist looked over to his employee increduously. The Sorcerer looked on with mild contemplation.
"Is that what you think? Is that what you've always thought?!" McFist shook in anger, and viceroy bit his lip thinking maybe he had gone too far with that comment. But he was so sick of getting the blame for ideas that were McFist's but carried out by him. He grimance in anticipation for what was next.
"I don't have to take this from you!" McFist bit out. He raised a menancing hand for judgement. "You're FIR-"
"Then do it." The Sorcerer's calm voice interupted McFist's words. "Do it your way. If you get me the Ninja, your reward will be hundreds time more than I ever promised McFist."
Both McFist and Viceroy looked at the hologram in disbelief.
"You're serious?" Viceroy asked, in his sarcastic tone.
"YOU'RE SERIOUS?!" McFist asked more in disbelief. "AND MORE?!"
"Well, if he claims to be able to get the ninja in a faster time than you, he deserves it and I've obviously been wasting my time with you." The Sorcerer turned to face the now growing-nervous Viceroy. He was serious!
"If you need anything, just tell me." With that he left the screen he was projected on. Viceroy bit his lip, staring at the blank space that sorceror left, both in presence and sound, than dared a glance at Hannible. Needless to say he was furious.
"DON'T THINK THIS EXCUSES YOU, YOU ARE WAY MORE FIRED THAN BEFORE!" He screeched. The Sorcerer flashed back on screen.
"Oh, and if McFists fires you, don't worry about sharing any reward with him." And he left. Viceory looked back at his ex-employer smugly, with more confidence knowing the Sorcerer had confidence in him. McFist just chuckled nervously.
"Did I say fired? I meant uh... Promotion! Hee hee. Would you like a bigger office to work in to get your brain juices going?" Viceroy let out a smug chuckle.
"That's more like it." He moved to the door with McFist following him, the Ninja's fight long forgotten, knowing he'd win anyways.
The Ninja just finished slicing up the lastest robot with a couple more shouts starting with the word 'Ninja'! He nodded proudly at his work before smoke bombing away and soon by Howard's side, at the school's front steps.
"Finally, took you long enough!" He over dramatisized.
"Really, I think that was my best time yet. I think McFist have just been getting worse and worse with those robots he sends. Ha! To immobilize this latest one, all I had to do was slice at some little leg things. Ahhh, good times..." He sighed, remembering the fight.
"Yea, yea, Hurry up! There's gonna be a super long line at the Game Hole if we don't hurry! Apparently, Greg got the whole store remodelled and is re-opening it today! With better games and new virtual ones! It'll be like being in the Video game!"
"Aw, yes! So Bruce!" They both began to run off when Randy's jacket rumbled and glowing light peaked out. He quickly pulled out the Nomicon.
"uuuuh..." He groaned sheepishly.
"No! Nu-uh, Cunningham! Super long line! That I am not willing to wait in! We have to hurry!"
"But this might be impooortant?" Randy half whined.
"What's more important, Cunningham? Hanging with your best friend, your ACTUAL friend, living person, or sticking your head in a dumb book?"
"Uuuuuh, technically it's not dumb, it has the wisdom from 800 ye-"
"REALLY? Cunningham, you're gonna do this now?" Howard's angry face melded to a pouty one. "Sometimes... I think you think the Nomicon's more important than our friendship..."
"What?! No honkin' way dude, you're my best bro." Randy said, slipping into a softer tone at the end of the sentence and simultaneously slipping the Nomicon back into his jacket. It gave one more rumble, and Randy gave it a nervous hum, but upon looking up at Howard's angry face, Randy lifted a waving, non caring hand.
"Oooh, it can't be that important, right? It's just rung twice. nothtatimportant." He mumbled the last part of his sentence before running off with Howard to the game Hole. Where they waited in a long line anyways. ("Your fault!")
A figure that seemed to be hovering over a world of red and black swirls sighed frustrated at the lack of response. He'd try to get the Ninja's attention, but he doesn't know why he haven't picked up. It may be futile to try again.
He was super frustrated. He was sensing a major problem and he had to warn the Ninja about it, before it was too late. He really wished the Ninja would be more serious and take his advice more often.
He let out another sigh, meditating and monitering the world below him.
So that was my first chapter, I hope you anticipate the next chapter! Please review!
