Hello again. I've decided to just get this chapter over with. Warning you now this chapter is full of drama. And one of the guests said Randy is not a vegetarian, and, yes, I know he isn't but I counter with, this is fan fiction I'm gonna do what I want and also it is so much easier to write out meals when they're just eating salad, I am just that lazy. That wasn't supposed to be mean, by the way.
Alright, lets get this over with.
Mcfist could not take another hour of this mans constant ranting about the old high school days and when he used to be the ninja.
He covered his ears and tried not to listen.
"Will you just shut up for once!" he roared.
"High school is over! You were the ninja, but then you weren't! Will you just get over it!?"
"I cant stop thinking about it. Cunningham took that away from me."
"Didn't you hear what Marissa said? You took it away from yourself."
"All I did was lock someone in the basement. It's not that big a deal!"
"Well apparently it was! And as I remember your ninja-ing sucked!"
"What!"
"You caused more damage to that school than was even physically possible! It took you forever to defeat a single monster."
"Hey I-"
"With Cunningham it was smooth and worked. He could actually do something!"
"He was too nice about it! In order to destroy something! You have to destroy something! That's how I became a world famous butt whooper! I never liked dealing with nice wads."
He thought for a second about what he'd just said. The words "Nice wad." kept repeating themselves over and over and over again.
"Nice wad." he said aloud, scratching his head "Now why does that sound familiar?" with another second of thought, he had it.
"Nice wad!" he yelled, shaking Mcfist by the shoulders.
"The ninja is nice wad!"
"…uh, what?"
"That kid with the purple hair."
"Marissa's son? No, no, we already interrogated him."
"Do you really think he'd tell you he was the ninja?"
Mcfist thought for a moment.
"Viceroy!" he screamed. A second later Viceroy cam scurrying in.
"Yes sir?" he asked, playing with something on a screen.
"Go get the purple haired kid back!"
"You mean the one we unfairly imprisoned and interrogated for six way too long hours?"
"Yeah that one."
"Sir, didn't I already tell you those people don't know anything?"
"He's the ninja! Mac just said so."
Viceroy considered something. "Alright, I'll go get them tomorrow." he headed towards the door, but was stopped when Mcfist grabbed him by the back of the collar.
"I want him here now!"
"Excuse me sir, but I'd rather not kidnap a kid on the anniversary of his fathers death, if you don't mind?"
"What!?"
"While we had them imprisoned I did a back ground check and that boys daddy died five years ago today. Now would you want to go through all this crap today if you were him?"
For a second Mcfist almost considered not doing it today, when Mac stepped in and stopped him mid thought.
"If we wait too long he might catch on and get away. You heard the man, he wants it done now!"
"But I-"
"Now!"
Viceroy retreated back to his lab, upset with the current situation.
Randy nearly fell out of bed again for the fourth time in two weeks. His mom didn't say anything to him that morning, and he assumed he'd just made the situation worse with all the back talk he'd spit out the night before. Ms. Cunningham took the day off of work to go buy flowers and a new picture frame like she did every year. Although Randy wasn't grounded today he still wasn't going to have Howard over. Nobody really came over today, today was a family day. Or in this case, a very, very, distant family day.
Howard had no weird story on the walk to school, so he asked if Randy had anything going on in his life recently that was tell worthy, but Randy had nothing.
"You seem more down than usual."
"Yeah, I guess I'm still worried. I mean, I know how she gets around today, but she just seems so much more…aggravated."
"She meaning…?"
"My mom."
"Oh, that makes sense.'
"You know, she doesn't even keep pictures of him around the house?"
"I noticed that."
"Wow, you actually noticed something like that?"
"I know, surprised me too. Carry on."
"Well, anyways, sometimes she doesn't come out of her room for hours and we have to visit the cemetery at night. It's almost like she took a vow of silence just for today, because she doesn't say a word!"
They walk in semi awkward silence for a moment before Howard piped up
"Okay, well, on a less depressing note, I actually did my math homework for once."
"Good for you buddy. So how many robo animals do you think are going to attack today?"
"Seven."
"You seem pretty confident."
"Yeah, I've had that number in my head since we first stepped on the sidewalk."
"Want to bet on it?"
"You're on, Cunningham."
That day absolutely nothing happened. No robo monsters, not stank'd up students, not even a Bucky incident which is usually a daily thing.
On the walk home from school Howard kept a disapproving scowl.
"So, pretty uneventful day, huh Howard?" asked Randy, mockingly "Looks like someone owes me ten bucks."
"You know Cunningham, I would love to give that to you, but I'm kind of broke. sooooo, yeah, you will never be getting that money."
"Didn't think so. I still have the satisfaction of beating you, though, which is pay enough."
It didn't take much longer for Randy to reach his house and part ways with Howard. Only to enter the house of pure gloom that surfaced one day of the year.
Wasn't a life supposed to be celebrated on it's day of passing? That's what they learned in Spanish class. The only thing Randy ever learned in Spanish class.
He went to his moms room to see if he could get her to come out. He knocked on the door.
"yes." a soft voice came from inside.
"Mom, I was wondering when you wanted to go down to the cemetery."
"Maybe later Randy, I'm not feeling up to it right now."
"Well, can you at least come out of your room."
"No, Randy, I'd like to be left alone."
"…I hate when you do this."
"…I'm sorry."
"Can you please just come out?"
"Randy I already told you I would like to be left alone."
"Dad wouldn't want you to do this."
"Your father also wouldn't want you to get drunk but he's not here anymore."
"I already said I was sorry for that."
She opened the door.
"You say your sorry, but are you really?"
Was she doubting his apology? It was so unlike her.
"Of course I'm serious. What makes you think I'm not?"
She walked past him and down the stairs.
"Because you never really promised me you wouldn't."
"What are you talking about? I promised."
"No, what you said is that you'd hate to make a promise that you might not be able to keep, then promised, but that's not a promise, that's a maybe."
"Then I promise! I promise that I wont do anything like that again just please stop being mad at me!"
"I am not still mad at you."
"Obviously you are! All you've been doing is pushing me away and I've had it! You're not acting normal!"
"I'm not acting normal?! What about you? my Randy would never get drunk behind my back!"
"What are you so upset about!? It's not like I'm going out partying and getting drunk every night! It happened one time! One time! And you flipped out on me!"
"You knew how serious that rule was and you broke it!"
"I'm a teenager! I break rules! It happens! At least I don't lay in bed mopping all day on dads anniversary!"
"Randy!"
"No! I have had enough of it! All you do is mope around and complain about how he died! Yeah, he died! It happens! We were sad! But you don't have to neglect your own son because you cant stand to see his face!"
It was silent for a moment. His mom took a deep breath.
"…You will never be like your father." she said silently, not even able to look at him. It felt as though something inside Randy broke. That's all he ever wanted to be.
Without a word he turned to leave. Ms. Cunningham realized what she had just said, and nearly cried. Randy headed out the door.
"Where are you going?" she asked
"Out." was all he could muster.
He walked around the neighborhood. He didn't have a destination. His feet took him to the cemetery when it started to rain. He'd never gone to visit his father alone, and although he was mad, he didn't plan to. He put his hood up and carried on.
The words echoed in his head "You will never be like your father" they just kept playing like a broken record.
"Maybe not as Randy." he said, sort of feeling down about himself. He lowered his head but instantly lifted it and unmistakable look of determination in his eye "but I will stop at nothing until the ninja is."
A second later everything went black.
Back at Randy's house Ms. Cunningham sat in Randy's room. She held the ninja mask in her hands, reminiscing about the days when her husband was still here.
"Why would I say that?" she asked "That's all I see." she thought back to what Randy had said and he was right. For whatever reason the last face Marissa Cunningham wanted to see on this day was her husbands face, and when she looked at her son, that's all she saw.
She waited a few hours and became concerned when Randy didn't return home. She drove around looking for him, but he was no where in sight. She stopped by Howard's but he hadn't seen him since that afternoon.
Marissa returned home still worried.
She returned home only to be greeted by a man in a purple lab coat standing in her kitchen. She screamed and he screamed back.
"Who are you!?" she demanded.
"Calm down." started Viceroy "My name is Willem Viceroy and I know who has your son."
"What!?"
"If you'd just come with me, we can-"
"Where is he! Where is my baby!?" she grabbed onto his collar and shook him furiously. he pushed her away and brushed himself off.
"As I was saying, if you'd just come with me, we can have this whole mess straitened out."
She hesitantly fallowed the man back to a huge ship parked in her back yard "How did I not notice this?" she asked, boarding the immense structure.
Viceroy knew what he was doing and wanted to destroy the ninja as much as any other guy, but today was not the day, especially not for this woman. There would always be other days, it's not like they're just going to spontaneously forget who the ninja is.
Back at Mcfist industries Randy woke up from being knocked unconscious. He hung from the celing being held by a claw, the same way he was a little over a week ago.
"Hello, ninja." greeted Mcfist.
"Really, you're doing this again. You know you should really get a more comfortable holding thing, maybe people would be happier to comply."
"It's not supposed to be comfortable!"
"Didn't we already do this? I already told you, I don't know anything about the ninja!"
"I know you do." another voice cam one the speaker.
"Hello, nice wad, or should I say, the ninja!" Macs voice cried.
"Randy, name's Randy."
"We know you're the ninja."
"Good for you."
The two men in the booth didn't know how to react to his surprising coolness. They had to think for a moment.
"Uh, we're going to get information out of you, by torturing you!" screamed Mcfist. Randy lifted and eyebrow.
"Why? You already know I'm the ninja, why don't you just destroy me?"
"You want us to destroy you?"
"Well, I wouldn't prefer it, but I don't really have a way out of this one."
"Well alright then." Hannibal was about to press the destroy button when Viceroy stepped in just in time.
"Uh, sir, how about instead of killing an innocent teen and having a murder on our hands, why don't we just use my latest invention?"
"Viceroy! When did you get here?"
"Instead of creating a mind reader I created a mind wiper."
He gestured to three chairs sitting on the other side of the room . They strongly resembled electric chairs.
"Why are there three chairs?" asked Mcfist, pointing at them.
"The chosen memory has to travel aimlessly before completely disappearing. The other two allow it to do that."
"I don't like it. Why would we wipe his mind!?"
"We make him forget he was ever the ninja, that way Norrisville wont be protected and the sorcerer can get himself free."
"I still don't like it."
"It's much less bloody."
"alright fine! Bring the kid in here."
Randy was thrown into the booth and instantly placed in the end chair.
"Are you sure this will work?" asks Mcfist.
"The chairs were still in testing so he may lose a few memories that he shouldn't, but whatever we target will be gone forever." Viceroy typed in 'Ninja" on the computer and let the machine do it's work.
Extracting memories was sort of pain full. Randy struggled against the rays but could barley move.
"Antfee!" a woman's voice yelled from the door. Ms. Cunningham approached the three men angry as hell
"What did I tell you about hurting my son!" she raged.
"Why are you just everywhere!?" asked Mac before Marissa grabbed him by the wrist and broke his other arm.
"And what is with you and breaking arms!" he fell to his knees in pain. Her next target was Mcfist.
"How did she get in here!" screeched Mcfist.
"Sir, I have no idea" answered Viceroy. Ms. Cunningham ran over to the computer and pounded on the button that shut down the mind wiper.
"Don't just stand there! Get her!" ordered Mcfist, expecting Viceroy to sick an army of robo apes on the woman .he pressed the button to summon them and they came falling from the cling, surrounding the mother and son.
Marissa helped her son up, who was still a bit disoriented. "You're gonna need this." she said, handing him the ninja mask and hoping he still remembered who he was. He took the mask and slipped it on without question. In a matter of minutes the whole army was taken care of, sliced and diced in all the best ways, while Ms. C watched from the sidelines. When the apes were taken care of the ninja averted his attention to Viceroy and Mcfist. He jumped behind them and pushed them into the mind wipe chairs. He then threw Antfee with all of his might into the last chair and activated the restraints.
"I hate to do this to you, but I cant really have my arch enemies remembering who the ninja really is."
He typed in Ninjas identity into the computer and pressed the button to activate it.
Randy and his mom didn't say a word to each other as they left, it was just comfortable silence.
Later that day Ms. Cunningham smiled for once as she put the flowers on her late husbands grave.
The two sat in front of it and decorated the stone with flowers and a picture of the two of them so they could stay with him until next year.
Randy thought for a while, unable to bring back what the mind wipe had taken from him. Something that in only five years was already becoming blurred.
Ms. Cunningham noticed her sons sad face.
"Randy, I'm sorry for what I said earlier." she started "It was stupid and I really didn't mean it."
"It's alright, you were upset, who wouldn't be…" he took a deep breath "I cant remember his face." he said quietly "I mean, I could hardly remember his face before, but now it's just…gone."
"You've been forgetting his face?…well I guess that's partially my fault. You haven't seen picture of him in five years…anybody's memory would be faulty."
She took out her wallet, and slipped a picture from its slot.
"here." she said, handing him the picture. "keep this." it was a picture of all of them as a family. Randy was about six in the picture. He sat happily between his mother and father. Randy smiled at the warm memory, then gave his mom a hug and a thank you.
After a moment of just sitting randy finally asked a question that had been partially bothering him the whole week.
"Mom, why are you so keen on protecting me to your utmost ability?"
"Well, I'm a mom and that's what a lit of moms do."
"Well, yeah, I know that, but other than being a crazy bear mother, why else."
"Because, Randy, I already lost one of my boys." she looked at the grave "I'm not ready to lose another."
I apologize for the rushed fight scene and the semi cheesy ending. Despite both of those things I hope you enjoyed this segment of Randy Cunningham fanfic, featuring his mother! Also I have one more thing to say before punching out. Ha! Long chapter!(or al least what i consider long) I finally wrote one! Alright, coolio, all I needed to say, now see ya! J
