Disclaimer: I do NOT own Danny Phantom nor Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja. There are great reasons why.
The Ritual
"Dude, no."
"Oh c'mon. You know you wanna."
Randy Cunningham had no idea why Danny was so against this. Ever since they discovered each other's alter ego, they found that besides preferring the last stall on the left to transform, they had a lot in common.
With Howard's permission, Danny Fenton became a part of the bromance, and in no time the trio were inseparable: making handshakes, punching graves, and saving Norrisville from ghosts, robots, stanked kids, or whatever wonky combo of the three.
But as Bruce as it was, it wasn't official yet. There was one thing missing, and if he got Howard to do it (although unintentionally)-by the Ninja - he was going to get Danny to do it.
"Danny, the NinjaNomicon is the straight up cheese. It's got advice so good you don't even understand it!"
The ghost boy raised an eyebrow. "And that's supposed to convince me because..."
"Because it's so bruce! Look, it's not so different from the ghost zone, just less floating doors and more ninjaness. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. What's wrong is what it does to you. Do you know how much drool I had to phase off when you landed on my arm?"
"Oh c'mon. I don't drool," he wavered under his friend's look. "Like that all the time." Danny shook his head.
"The thing practically mind rapes you!"
"Nomi does not! And it's not rape if you like it."
"Ugh. That's just wrong man." Danny stopped gagging. "Wait a minute. Did you just call it Nomi?"
"Yeah. So?"
"It's an eight hundred year old book!"
Randy cradled the Nomicom protectively.
"An eight hundred year old book with feelings! Isn't that right Nomi?" The book gleamed red in response. Danny groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Speckling spooks, I think I just found the next Tucker."
Randy checked the clock. In twenty minutes Howard would come over, and then he would totally lose. Two bros against one equals a no-show. Time for plan B.
"Danny please. I ask this not as a ninja, but as your best friend. Please just try it for like, two minutes." Dang. He wished he put his mask on. It always made his eyes bigger.
Danny's icy glare held firm.
"Randy, let me tell you this not as your best friend, but as a ghost," bright rings haloed his form, but the expression was the same. "No."
Randy grinned and shook his head.
"You leave me no choice Casper." He pulled on the mask, the ribbons following suit. "Prepared to get pwned!"
Danny just smiled and waved him on.
"Bring it."
A/N: I AM SO SORRY!
I am a hypocrite: I lied, I broke my promise(s), and I ate all the marshmallows from the cereal box! Imsorryimsorryimsorry.
…yeah. There's an alternate ending for this. Its below this. I was looking for inspiration and I ran into Cunningham. Watched the first episode and well… you get the picture.
I should probably go and work on my other crossovers now…
The Ritual: Alternate Ending
"Prepared to get pwned!"
Danny laughed.
"After so many times I saved your butt? Ninja, please."
"Smoke bomb!" Randy threw down the ball and reappeared behind Danny. "Ninja kick!"
...which went right through Phantom. Should have seen that coming.
"Really Randy, really," the ghost boy yawned. "You expected that to work?"
"Nope," the Ninja beamed. "This will: Ninja thermos!"
"What?!NOOOoo-!" Danny's echoed cries cut short when the thermos was capped.
"Aw yeah baby! Who won? This guy!" Randy leaned against the thermos. "I gotta admit, I had my doubts, but it worked. IN YOUR FACE, Casper!"
The thermos started to shake.
"Better shloomp him." He opened up the Nomicon and flipped off the cap, pressing the 'release' button. When he was positive Danny went through, he looked into the book.
"What do you think, Danny?" Randy called out as he fell. He looked around. Ninjas, fancy writing, more ninjas; no sign of his buddy.
Belly flopping on the ground, the purple-haired kid brushed himself off. "Danny? You in here? Oofh!"
Face planting once more on the ground, he rolled over on his back. Before he could get up, a foot introduced itself to his chest. "What the juice?"
Aw, schnasty. He didn't even need the neon scribble to highlight that Danny radiated I am pissed.
"You," Phantom growled, eyes crackling dangerously. "Are so dead."
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