Inside one of the bathrooms in the ruined Norrisville High School, a pale-skinned, silvery-haired boy was sprawling on the loo's cold red-tiled floor, his body was shaking feverishly and he was wheezing heavily for breath. He had collapsed a few minutes ago and could feel his energy had drained too much. His heart thumped heavily inside his body and he was too weak to do anything, he could not even lift a finger.
Within seconds, a wisp of black-red foul-smelling gas entered the room from an eye-sized hole bore on the wall at his right and circled him. Along with it was another cloud of the same colour which then produced a translucent form of a black-and-red dressed masked figure. The spectre gaze at the helpless teenager at his feet while the mysterious stank swirled to the boy's opened mouth, illuminating his visage with its red glow before going inside him through his mouth and nose. The kid knew nothing since his eyes were closed, and as the black-red stank reached his heart, it shone in a faint white gleam for a second before the light disappeared. The ghost shut its sapphire blue eyes and it changed into the same wisp of smoke like the former and disappeared into the white-haired as well.
The teen remained lying on the floor until he figured he was strong enough and very carefully, he crawled shakily towards the nearest of the bathroom's walls and leant against it, still panting. His chest was now rising and falling gently, and his eyelids fluttered open before gazing absent-mindedly at the dark blue door opposite him. His pair of ruby red eyes twinkled dimly when he stared around him.
Suddenly, the whole room seemed to be foreign to him. He knew he was in a bathroom, but in what building? He looked around alarmingly in hopes of getting some clues of his whereabouts. The sinks and stalls didn't help much; every lavatory has them. He was about to get up when he heard a whoosh inside the bathroom and glanced aside. To his surprise, a greenish glowing head of an extremely wrinkled man was in the room's drain hole, its white eyes peered at him with great interest. A wicked grin which showed off the man's sickly yellow teeth was plastered in his luminous visage and the boy let out a horrified scream when he realized the man had no body and backed away from the head as far as he could muster from his dangerously low energy. His red eyes widened in terror as the bodiless man squeezed through the bars of the drain hole and snaked his way towards him and he grabbed the hood of his black-and-red jacket in fright and covered his whole head with it, shivering badly.
'There's nothing to be afraid of,' the floating head spoke in a deep, hoarse voice, and there was something in his voice that made the white-haired stopped cowering. Slowly but surely, he lifted his hood a bit and cast a glimpse at the man. He was hooded and green wisps of gas were all over him. His blank eyes continued to eye him in a way that he began to feel uncomfortable with it.
'W-who are you?' his voice quivered as he asked the spectre in front of him and lowered his hand from his hood. 'Don't you remember me?' the head asked back. The teen blinked cluelessly at the head before shaking his head as his answer.
The pale boy saw could hear the head rolled its eyes in annoyance and muttered under his breath and seconds later, his ancient voice boomed out, 'I am the evil Sorcerer who lived under this pathetic place for eight hundred years. We have made a deal, remember?'
Now that the Sorcerer had mentioned it, the kid's mind automatically replayed the scene in his dream last night. He did do an awful deal with the wrinkled man in the dream, and he nodded.
'Very well,' said the Sorcerer with a smile. 'I thought you cannot recall it anymore, sonny. We didn't do much last night, did we? Now tell me, what's your name, boy?'
The teen was wondering whether the dream he had was real or not as he gazed at the Sorcerer's stank-made head for a long time and the question snapped him out of his thoughts the second he heard it. Should I tell the truth? he thought doubtfully. He knew it will cost him his life, but his life had already gone, taken by the disgraces he faced the day before.
'R-Randy. Randy Cunningham,' he mumbled out. The Sorcerer's projection only stared at him with a frown. 'But I'm using the name "Cory Russell" as a cover so that no one will know me,' he continued hastily. 'To seek your revenge, right?' added the old wizard's image and he jumped, not expecting the words from him and nodded once again, the scenes of his humiliations were flashing before his eyes. His hands were clenched so tight that some veins in his hands could be seen and his red eyes shone brightly in anger beneath his hood. 'Yes,' said Randy through gritted teeth.
'To be honest, Randy, I have been watching you since you manipulated the machine into such a terrible beast' –the Sorcerer went on and Randy looked up, forgetting his wrath as he watched the head moved in mid-air in awe- 'and I must say, young man...I am much impressed with your effort just now.'
'Thank you,' said Randy a bit gratefully, a weak smile appeared in his face. 'I was, until that wretched Ninja butt in and ruined the chaos that happened!' yelled the spectre and Randy cringed as it lunged towards him. The image, however stopped about an inch from his nose and the kid gulped silently with cold beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead when he blinked several times, staring deep into the Sorcerer's eyes for a while before the head rose into the air, his hoarse voice echoed inside the bathroom, 'It doesn't matter, anyway. You have done a great job and I'm expecting you to do well next time. Even better, destroy the Ninja first before you wreck the whole world with me, Randy Cunningham. Until then, have a rest. You deserve it, my boy.' With that, the head flew towards the bathroom's drain hole and broke into the green clouds of gas before entering it, leaving Randy in puzzlement when he watched the green light from the Sorcerer's stank gradually disappear from his sight as it headed back to the real Sorcerer who was below Norrisville High School.
Randy leant against the wall behind him and gave out a relieved sigh, feeling glad that his arch-enemy still hadn't worked out the connection between Randy Cunningham and the Norrisville Ninja. He just needed to make sure the Sorcerer knew nothing of him or else, he will be the first victim of the shoob-tastic wizard. But he doubted the Sorcerer will kill him once he found out his secret identity since he was his ally now.
He subconsciously massaged the back of his head which was throbbing a bit, his mind was filled with the time he woke up after being drained of energy and could not remember anything at all. Am I having stank-nesia? he wondered and lowered his hand. He then shook his head to ease the pain, decided to think no more of the short memory loss he had.
Figuring out he was well enough to move around, Randy held the brim of the sink beside him and got up with shaky legs before walking towards the sink where he had put his blue satchel. Then, he swung the bag onto his shoulder as he turned the bathroom's silver doorknob and stepped out of the room to see the world.
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Under Norrisville High School, the Sorcerer watched as his green stank swirled towards him and he took one of his Chaos Pearls from the belt of mystical green orbs around his waist and held it up. The stank circled the orb before penetrating it, causing the ball to glow and the image of a boy with spiky purple hair and sapphire blue eyes appeared on its surface, slightly beaming at the old wizard.
'Randy Cunningham,' spoke the Sorcerer, caressing the orb which was now floating opposite him. 'I can see a true potential of being an evil wizard like me inside you. You might going to suffer for a few days, but it won't last long, my boy, for you are the ninth of the ninth.
'I cannot wait for your next scheme, Randy.'