"Why did you choose me to be the ninja if I can't get out from under you?" the blue eyed teen freaked.
"Me choose you?" the book interrupted before he could continue.
"You were put in the roster and you just so happened to be the best choice.
I would have picked someone else if it weren't for that. That someone would listen to me more than you ever would. I could fire you right now if I wanted.
But guess what? I deal with it until you do something terrible... Worse than what you have done previously."
The Nomicon had sat on top of him pinning his hands, knees locking his legs in place so he couldn't move. Most of its weight pressed down making it extra hard to move around. It would have made even more uncomfortable for the ninja if it sat on his stomach instead of his back. He would wriggle and writhe, face flooded with pink cherry blossoms, wishing that he could hide. But this was just as bad.
"I don't see you being a very good ninja as of now. I mean that if he could see you, he would regret his choice in putting you in as recommendation." The Nomicon whispered in his ear, crushing the ninja at the same time.
"Who is this he you're talking about? The young ninja asked, every word struggling to get out as much as he was trying to get out from under the book.
"He is not important right now, this is."
The teen groaned outwardly, face planting in the carpet, continuing to struggle not to get crushed even worse than if he had stayed still. His hands and knees would be bruised, if they weren't already. Maybe even everything was or is going to be.
The book was significantly heavier than he had originally thought. Sure he had been nearly crushed by a variety of the machines, but this weight was different not much as physically as it was something else he couldn't quite place on the tip of his tongue. Knowledge perhaps. He might as well have been imagining it all. If that were the case, he didn't want to say anything because he'd get in more trouble.
He could have downright thrown the book off of him if he weren't so tired.
He tried heaving himself up and the book didn't budge. It could have been because his limbs were stuck to his sides or was tired of trying. The only thing he could really do was complain and kick the book's backside with his feet, the only things he could move other than his head.
"You've got the strangest tactics for keeping me on lockdown."
"You're just a tiny ninja, easily squished like a bug."
"Remind me why we're doing this again?"
The ninja had threatened to tear the book page by page just because he was pissed off on how the book was teaching him this new thing. "Hmm, let's see. A mad ninja decided he wanted to rip my pages out one by one just because he thought I wasn't being fair. What have you learned?"
"I'm good, I'm good. Don't threaten the master."
"You won't do this again,will you?"
"Probably not."
"Okay," the Nomicon got off of Randy to let him up, "You may go back to what you were doing." Randy planted his face on the floor again. "That means you can get up now," It added when he still hadn't gotten up.
"I'm stuck."
"Oh well, it's your problem." it shrugged.
"Wait! You're not going to help me!?"
Too late, it had returned to its stationary form before he had finished speaking, plopping on the floor right next to him. "Fun, I can't get up and you go and change back."
He might as well just lie on the floor until he could get up again.
Hmm, this floor is nice actually, he thought. Nobody is sitting on me. Maybe I can sleep here tonight.
And he did just that.
-Oh my gosh I finished something for once. The human nomicon is based off of the lovely notnights over on tumblr as most most of the human nomicon fics I write are (not that I publish most of them).