I forgot to add, when I listen to music when I write (well, type) it reflects onto my story. Right now I'm listening to A Dangerous Mind by Within Temptation . You might want to listen to it, awesome song! ^3^
ON WITH THE SHOW!
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The world was a blur, the muffled shouts of friends and family members floated through his ears. Randy Cunningham was finally able to open his eyes all the way and able to see the world. Randy blinked twice, trying to rid his vision of the blur that wouldn't go away. When he was finally able to see, Randy saw most of his family and Howard surrounding him, looks of worry on their faces. His eyes then searched the room, looking for Kanade. When he finally spotted her, sitting at the bottom of the stairs, she caught him looking and walked up the stairs. She didn't want to see him, not in that condition.
Randy began to get up but fell down when his head was filled with an excruciating pain. "Gah!?" he exclaimed, laying down and putting a hand to his head. Randy's mom gasped and watched as her only child looked as if he was going through the worst pain he had ever been in. It took all she could to not cry. "Honey..." she began, placing a hand on Randy's shoulder.
"Howard brought you here, and you were..." Mrs. Cunningham looked as if she was about to cry. "Randy, you looked pale, a-and you were mumbling things..." she said, panic and fear for her son in her voice. At the part where she had mentioned that Randy had been mumbling, Howard felt a weight on his chest. He looked at the ground, remembering the things Randy had been mumbling...the smile he had on his face...
Randy raised an eyebrow at the things his mom was saying. He then mustered all the strength he could and rested a hand on his mom's shoulder, instead of the other way around. Mrs. Cunningham felt the weight of her son's hand on her right shoulder and looked up to see her son smiling.
"It's okay Mom..." Randy said in a gentle voice. "I'm fine" he ended with a smile. Mrs. Cunningham smiled and wiped a tear from her face. "Great!" she said, trying to be strong for her son. Deep down within Randy though, he had weird impulse to use his hand to crush his mom's shoulder.
He shooed the thought away.
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A few minutes after Randy was finally able to stand up without falling, Howard left for his house due to two frightening reasons. One, it was getting late and his parents would kill him if he was late for dinner; and two, Cunningham was scaring the shit out of him.
Mainly the first one.
Howard sat at the dinner table, not touching his food. Usually when something was bothering him, it never got to him so badly that he wouldn't eat. But this problem was. Howard slumped at the dinner table, thinking in fear about what Randy had done that day.
An image of Randy smiling while a robotic dragon exploded and let out a pained shriek filled Howard's head. Howard felt hollow when he remembered the details of when Randy had passed out on the sidewalk.
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Randy slumped onto Howard, his body going stiff and still. Howard's throat went dry and he could hear his heart beating. Randy grew pale and cold, as if he was...
"Cunningham?" he asked, fear in his voice. Howard got no response, not even a little bit of movement. Howard felt his pulse quickening and started shaking Randy. "Cunningham, Cunningham can you hear me?" Howard said, his vision starting to blur. Howard used his right arm, the one that wasn't holding Randy, to wipe his eyes. He shook Randy again.
"R-Randy..." Howard said, his voice trembling. "Can you hear me?" he asked. Howard couldn't take it any longer. If his bro didn't answer him right now he would have a heart attack and die. Finally Randy began moving, but he still felt cold. Howard's eyes widened. "C-Cunningham?" he asked, his voice lifting. A smile began creeping up on his face when he learned his friend was alright. "Hmmmm..." Randy hummed. Howard raised an eyebrow. "Randy..."
Randy began to laugh a little, very low and quiet. "Hehe...hehe...h-he..." The smile was then wiped off Howard's face. He knit his eyebrows together with worry. "C-Cunningham?"
Randy's laughter began to grow from some sort of giggle into a full on, hysterical laugh. "Haha! HA,ha! AHAHAHAHA!" Randy laughed. Howard's eyes widened. Randy then begin to get up on his own, Howard stepping back from fear . As Randy got up, he brought up his left arm first, then his right, finally doing his back, as if he was a puppet controlled by strings.
As Randy stood there, laughing with his head down, his hair covered his face in a frightening way. "HAHAHAHA!" Randy laughed. His laugh was loud and frightening- no. More...
dangerous...
Howard felt himself sweating. "Cunning-"
"HOWARD!" Randy yelled. He whipped his head up and Howard could feel the life be sucked out of him. Howard took a step back as he took in the condition Randy was in.
Randy's shirt was coming off of his left shoulder, and his hair covered half of his face. He wasn't sure if he preferred his hair like that or not, the sight of Randy's face was just completely terrifying though. Randy looked at Howard with a look of madness, a huge smile made Howard chill to the bone and...his eyes...
Randy's eyes were wide and looked different. The usual spark in them was gone, all that was left was an insane pair of eyes that bore into your soul and sucked out all the life you had. Howard began backing away from Randy while he just came closer.
"HOWARD! My main man, my bromigo, my..." Randy tilted his head to the side as he said this, "friend..."
Howard gulped, not able to say anything. Randy walked closer to Howard, his smile somehow getting bigger.
"Hey, Hooowwwaaarrd..." he said, dragging out the ginger's name. Randy's voice was low and hypnotizing, yet terrifying. Howard started shaking at the creepiness of how is friend was acting. Cunningham? thought Howard. Randy raised a hand to his mouth a giggled into it. "Hey Howard?" he asked. Randy then took a big step forward and was face to face with Howard.
"Can I hang your dead body in my room?" he asked with a smile. Howard's eyes widened when suddenly, Randy grabbed his pocket knife from out of his jeans. Howard screamed. "RANDY!"
The psychotic Randy raised his blade, ready to stab his best friend, when he was filled with an agonizing pain. Randy's eyes widened and he cringed. "Gah?!" he exclaimed, dropping his knife, mere inches from where Howard stood. Howard didn't notice that Randy had dropped the blade, and backed away as Randy fell to the floor and began to roll in pain.
Randy rolled onto his back and clutched at his head. "G-get out!" he yelled, sounding more like himself. He started pulling at his hair and rolling on the ground shrieking, "Get out!"
While all of this happened, Howard finally realized that he was in no danger of being stabbed by Randy. The shorter freshman then began taking careful steps towards his friend. "Cunningham..." he said, weary of how his friend was acting.
Randy was now on his knees, and he had stopped screaming. He was just sitting there, holding his head. Howard reached out to tap Randy's shoulder. "Cunning-"
Randy jerked up and fell onto his back. Howard yelled and fell back from surprise. "OH MY FUCK?!" he yelled.
Randy was now staring at the sky, crazy as ever, and laughing his guts out. "AGAHHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed. Howard stared at his friend in fear as Randy laughed at some unknown thing.
Oh my God... he thought.
Finally Randy's laughter began to fade, and when he was finally done, he stopped moving and lay there with his eyes closed, mouth hanging slightly open. Howard waited a few minutes before going up to Randy. When he finally felt it was safe, Howard grabbed Randy's discarded pocket knife and put it into his own pocket. He then began crawling to his purple haired friend with caution.
"Randy...you better not spring up again and attack me again...because I will freaking punch you in the balls..." he said, only half meaning it.
When Howard finally got to his friend, he poked him in the stomach. He touched his friend yet nothing happened. Howard raised an eyebrow and looked to see that Randy's mouth was moving. He brought his ear to Randy's mouth to listen.
"Like a vivid hyperbole,
The sun plunged into April's freshness,
And struck its sparkling madness
Against the barnlike dejection
Of this dark red insane asylum..."
Howard paled and moved away from Randy's head. Was he repeating poetry? Howard wondered. He actually knew he was though, for in 7th grade Howard was paired up with Julian for an English assignment. The task was to do research on a poem, and write an essay about it. Howard made a deal with Julian that if he did all the work, he could chose the poem. Julian picked the poem, Insanity by Maxwell Bodenheim yet sadly, Howard still had to learn about the poem in order to pass the class.
Howard shook his head. He's just reciting poetry, nothing weird about that... Howard thought. Howard then realized what he had just said and slapped his forehead. I need to get him home... he thought.
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Howard sighed as he walked down the stairs after dinner. He opened the door to his room and saw the wrapped up, purple box. Howard smiled, thinking about the importance and feeling that had to do with that box. He walked over to the hollow cube and placed it on his desk. He got out a pen and paper and wrote out a letter before going to bed that night.
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That night same night, three residents of the Cunningham household had there own problems with sleep.
Randy clenched his eyes shut and grinded his teeth, trying to force the demented thoughts out of his head.
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The building was on fire. Everything was burning, the furniture, the drapes, the walls...everything. Despite it being a dream, Randy could feel the heat of the fire and the smoke suffocating him. The corrupted air stung his eyes and burned his lungs. Randy coughed and grasped at his throat. He then realized his hand was wet.
What...? he thought. Randy looked down at his hand to see it was stained red. Wha-
He spun around and found himself peering into a mirror. There, in the reflection, was a tall boy with tyrain purple hair in a long, tattered, dark grey cloak that was splattered with red. The tall boy was holding something sharp in his hand and was surrounded by the bodies of unmoving people. His hood covered his face, yet Randy had a hunch on who it was. He took a step back. "No..."
The figure in the mirror removed his hood and Randy saw himself staring back at him. The Randy in the mirror had a maniacal smile and a wild look in his eyes. The Randy watching this shook his head. "No! No..."
Insane Randy threw his hands in the air. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes! This is happening!" he said with a smile. The Randy in the mirror motioned to the dead bodies around him, and Randy finally saw who they were. Randy raised a hand to his mouth to keep throwing up.
Laying in the mixture of theirs and others blood was everyone Randy knew and or cared for.
Howard...
Kanade...
Mom...
Dad...
Heidi...
McFist...
Viceroy...
everyone.
Even the Nomicon...
Randy shook his head. "No! You can't do this!" he yelled, clutching his head. The Insane Randy gave out a maniacal laugh. "Oh Randy, we're such idiots..." the other Randy purred. Randy took a step back. "We?"
The Randy on the other side of the mirror then stepped through the glass, and Randy noticed that he too, was standing in the bodies of everyone. "Wha-?" The psychotic version of Randy walked up to the normal Randy and lifted a hand to his face, smearing the crimson liquid onto Randy's cheek. "Oh Randy, I'm you" the bad version of him said. Randy's eyes widened, he knew it was coming but...
The evil Randy closed his eyes and smiled. He leaned into Randy and whispered into his ear, "I am you. You are I. We are each other..." he whispered, leaving Randy petrified. He then smirked and leaned back, his hands now on Randy's shoulders. "But I'm the better 'us' in this story" he said with a smile.
Randy's eyes widened when he noticed a dark feeling in him take over. Insane Randy smiled. "Don't you agree?"
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Kanade couldn't sleep. She was too worried about Randy and her head was filled with swarming ideas. She was totally okay with him being The Ninja, she was actually thrilled that her cousin was the great Norrisville Ninja. It was beyond cool, yet something was bothering her. Kanade got up and looked at her sleeping cousin. He was shaking, his eyes shut tightly and his teeth grinding.
Kanade sighed and walked over to the window. She opened it and sat on the roof, feeling the night breeze toss her hair as she thought about her cousin. I feel as if something dark has happened to him, but what?
Little did she know, Kanade wasn't the only one that night worrying about Randy.
The Ninja Nomicon was pacing in the book, feeling as if something were not right. He brought a hand to his chin, pondering what might have been wrong. Suddenly he was hit with a wave of negative energy from a certain Cunningham. His eyes widened. "Randy-sama!" he exclaimed. The Nomicon raised a hand to his head when he created a mental link between them. "Gah?!" he cried in pain. The Nomicon clutched his head in his hands, feeling the pain in his head rise, not noticing the stank surrounding him. "What on-"
He then saw the green and red air around him. His eyes widened, realizing what was happening. "Cunningham!"
The Nomicon then sat criss crossed on the ground and immediately slowed his breathing, despite the menacing stank that surrounded him. He took in a deep breath in the Nomicon, and slowly let it out in Randy's mind.
(Hey, just wanted to say, when reading this you might want to listen to Pandora Hearts' Will when you read this. I did and it just kind of adds effect)
The Nomicon opened his eyes to see what Randy's mind was like right then. He widened his eyes in shock and fell back a little. He was in a grand building that seemed from the Victorian era. It probably would have been the holder of many eccentric balls and what not if it had not been on fire. Despite it all being in Randy's head, the raging fire and wafting smoke warmed The Nomicon and poisoned his lungs.
He let out a cough, then blinked to keep himself from crying, the smoke stinging his eyes, and saw an unbelievable sight. In front of him was Randy-sama battling another Randy. The Nomicon blinked, to make sure his eyes weren't messed up. But when he opened his eyes, he still saw his student battling another him.
The two Randy's were battling with swords, not the kind that The Nomicon or The Ninja would use, but more of the kind that you would see in the era of time Randy's thoughts seemed to be stuck in. Despite both Randy's having the same purple hair, sapphire eyes, and both wearing...
"Wait, is Cunningham wearing a suit?" he thought aloud. Both Randy's were fighting in black clothes suits and dark purple neck wear, yet the one who seemed to have a kill in his eyes was also wearing top hat, but his coat was longer at the end and ripped and burned. Most likely from the fire. And his top hat... it seemed, no. It was sucking some sort of white light away from the other Cunningham. At that point, The Nomicon knew which Randy was his student and which was...well, whatever it was.
The Nomicon was about to intervene when the Randy that was his student, sliced the other one at the chest, not killing him but certainly causing some pain and damage. The Randy wearing the top hat cried out in pain and a little bit of white light was sucked out of his hat and was placed in a pocket watch the good Randy seemed to have. He noticed Randy wasn't wearing a suit, he was wearing a black leather coat, unbuttoned and flying towards his sides. (Like Gilbert's from Pandora Hearts)
The top hat wearing Randy narrowed his eyes and actually growled, then lunged at The Nomicon's student, who tried to avoid the attack but was grazed at the arm. Randy stumbled back and was sliced at again by the other Randy, causing him to fall to a knee and grasp his arm. The Nomicon let out a small gasp. The evil Randy slowly walked over to the good Randy and gave a low melodious chuckle. "Oh come on Cunningham!" Evil Randy said as he sliced at Randy's chest. "NO!" The Nomicon yelled, tears stinging his eyes, he then ran towards his student but was yanked back by an unseen force.
"Ah!" The Nomicon croaked as his arms were pinned behind him as something held him back. The smoke around him thickened and the sting in his eyes grew until tears silently dripped down his face in forsaken streams. "Randy! Randy!" the Nomicon cried as he kicked and tried to shake off his attacker. He went to hit them in the chin with his head but hit nothing but air. Worried and confused, he glared up at his attacker only to have his courage stolen away at what he saw. He was being held back. By smoke.
"Gah!" the good Randy said as he moved his hand down to his waist. "You know." the Dark Cunningham kicked Randy in the stomach, repeating so with every word. "You-*kick*- can't-*kick*-defeat-*kick*-me. *kick* You-*kick*-know..." He said with one final kick to his stomach. "Cah!" Randy cried as he coughed out some blood. The dark Cunningham kneeled down, grabbed Randy's chin and held it up so he could stare him in the eye. "That I am the better you." he whispered in his ear. He then reached deep into Randy's pocket and yanked out his dimming pocket watch, as he got up and threw aside Randy's head.
The Nomicon gaped at what he saw. His own student, being beaten to death... by himself! Randy... Randy-sama please! The Nomicon whimpered. He looked up at the smoke's arms holding him back. He thought about what Randy did when in a bad situation... his eyes shot up as he realized what to do. He gets advice from me. He looked up and glared up at the dark smoke holding him back, anger boiling up inside him. "I am his teacher." The Nomicon said in a loud and strong voice. "He is my student. It is my job to guide and protect him." The Nomicon looked back out towards his student. "And I will fulfill that job."
"Well little hero..." The Dark Randy said as he held out Randy's pocket watch. "I think it's time for me to be in control of our light." He said as he gleamed at the pocket watch. "Or-" he started turning the pocket watch darker. "Until I make that dark too..." He said as he raised his sword into the air, about to give the final blow.
"RANDY-SAMA!" The Nomicon fought forward and screeched.
Randy looked up at his darker side, seeing him swing his blade down at him. "No." the Nomicon heard him, the real him say. In the blink of an eye he brought his hands up and clasped the sword that would've have split him in two, causing him to make both his darker side and teacher's eyes widen in shock. "No!" Randy said more firmly this time. He ignored the pain and stood up, still using both hands to hold the sword. "I still have a job to do. I still have people to protect." Randy said, throwing the sword of his enemy to the side and causing the darker him to step back in fear. "And I am Randy Cunningham. This is who I am."
Randy spun around and grabbed his sword. He narrowed his eyes and pointed the blade at his opponent's throat. "I am not you." Randy said as he swished the blade, making the darker Cunningham cower back."Randy... you don't want to do this." the darker him said as he stepped back. "I am you!" the dark him said, trying to trick the other purple haired kid. "You can't get kill me!" The Darker him reasoned. "Yeah... well it seemed just fine when you were about to do it." Randy said, bringing his sword above his head. The Darker him threw his arms in front of his face and squeezed his eyes shut.
"RANDY!" The Nomicon screamed.
Randy sliced at the darker him's arms, but didn't even touch him. The Darker Randy slowly lowered his arms and opened his eyes. "Wha- AH!" he cried out as he was thrown back against a pillar. He looked up to see the good him lower a side kick and bend down to reach something. "I think this belongs to me." Randy said as he picked up his pocket watch, tossed it into the air and caught it. The darker Randy looked up at the good Randy with a mix of confusion, and terror.
"I will not be a murder, besides. You are me." Randy said sadly. "I don't think I can destroy any part of me..." Randy shot his head back up to his darker side. "Even if that part of me is a dirty low life like you..." he said bitterly.
The Nomicon looked at his student with a mixture of shock and pride. Finally the 800 year old teen smiled. He really did the right thing...
Randy, the true Randy looked at the burning building around him. "How do I get out of here..." he asked himself. The pocket watch glowed brighter in his hand, as the darker him gasped out in pain. "Gah!" He said as his top hat started dimming. Randy could feel himself get more relaxed... more in control. Randy thought about what his darker side had said earlier. "I think it's time for me to be in control of our light..."
The light... Randy thought to himself. He looked down at his brightening pocket watch, and then to the dimming top hat the darker him was wearing, as he saw himself grow weaker and paler. Control...
"Control our light..." Randy heard himself whisper. Suddenly the Nomicon's past words echoed through his head. "Words can be mightier than the sword..." Randy heard his teacher say. Yeah, I know what you mean... he thought as he walked over to the fallen him, lying on the ground. He looked down at his darker side, groaning in pain as the color drained from his face, just like the light from his hat.
"I will never turn out like you." Randy said, power and confidence radiating through his words. The darker him paled even more as he grasped his head. "Gah!?"
The Nomicon watched as his student spoke at his darker part with courage in his voice. He grinned down at the floor with his eyes closed as he thought of his student's comeback. Randy-Sama... you have come so far... his pleasant thoughts were cut short as he fell to the floor a little. "Ah-" the Nomicon exclaimed, his eyes shooting open. He looked up to see to see the smoke fading, yet so was he. "Randy... he is... doing it!" The Nomicon looked back up towards his student.
"I am the protector of Norrisville-" Randy said with even more strength in his voice. "Stop! Stop, stop! Stop it, Stop it. STOP IT!" The darker him cried as he leaned forward onto his hands and knees and spit out a handful of blood. "I will protect these good people. I am me!" Randy continued on. "This is who I am!" Randy spat.
The Nomicon smiled at his student. "And I am glad you are..." were the Nomicon's last words before he slipped out of his student's rampaging nightmare.
"STOP IT!" The darker him screeched as he looked up at Randy. Randy turned away from the sight. "I, am Randy Cunningham." he said, his voice silencing everything.
"GaaaAAAAAAAAAH!" the dark Randy let out a blood curdling screech as he stood on his knees, back arched and he grabbed his head, as his wide eyes pierced the sky. Randy shot around to be terrified by what he saw. He saw himself scream with such pain, he felt as if it was really him being through that much torment. Randy's eyes widened as he stepped back, almost tripping as his throat hitched.
His eyes stung with tears as he turned around, he couldn't see himself scream like that anymore. It was to, disturbing? No. Traumatizing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Randy's dark side raged on. Randy squeezed his eyes shut as he cupped his ears. Please... just stop... he chocked. "AAA- Huh!" there was a soft gasp as Randy turned around to look at his dark self go slack and watch his eyes fall to his, before swaying to the ground. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Randy took in the horrific detail. The Dark Randy's hands dropped away from the sides of his head, as his legs lost their strength and he fell to the side. His hair blew out of his face to reveal that his mouth still hung open from screaming, and his eyes still looked as in much shock and pain than they were just a couple of seconds ago. The pain he had caused.
He landed on the ground with a soft thud, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and a gash above his eyebrow. Randy unconsciously took three steps forward, having the same expression his darker side had. He bent down to the darker him's head a carefully took off his top hat, he then placed it under the Cunningham's hand.
Randy sighed and began walking to the center of the room, feeling himself wake up when he felt a hand grab his ankle. "Wha-?" he asked, surprised. Randy looked down to see the psychotic version of him gripping his ankle with a demented grin on his face. "How rude!" he began. "Walking away on me like that, I'm done yet!" he exclaimed. Randy scowled then kicked the unwanted 'him' off and stomped on his head, not too hard though so he wouldn't cause too much damage. The good Cunningham then looked down at his hands as they disappeared into white light.
"I know..."
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Randy woke up feeling the sun on his face. His eyes opened lazily and he moved his fists to them to wipe away the sleep. When his eyes were finally able to make things out, he remembered that today was Monday, and he was going to be late for school. Randy gave a sigh, not wanting to be late and began to get up using his left arm for support when it, his chest and stomach were filled with pain.
"Gah?!" he silently exclaimed, surprised by the sudden distress. Randy raised an eyebrow and propped himself up against the wall, and finally noticed his arm.
There was a long, deep cut along his arm that must have come from some sort of blade. Randy's eyes widened and he lifted up his shirt to look at his chest. Sure enough, the freshman had a long cut going across his chest, looking as if it might start to bleed, and his stomach was purple with bruises. Randy gulped, remembering last night's dream.
"More like a nightmare..." he realized.
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Hey there my lovely readers! Sorry for the long gap between this and the last chapter, it's just that I've been having to do chores and had to go on family outings and stuff, but as soon as school starts I'll probably do better (sounds weird but probably will).
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you especially liked the part where Randy's battling the Psychotic Randy in his dream because it was all written by my sister little nightingale2! All I did was set it up for her and give her only a little ideas, she started in the paragraph where it describes how Randy's clothes are like Gilbert's from Pandora Hearts all the way down to Randy placed the top hat under the bad Randy's hand. Give her a hand everyone (o-or don't, I mean it's your life...)
Just so you know, writing the whole "insane Randy" thing is actually really stressful. I keep worrying that I'll screw it up and then "Insane Randy" will kinda be ruined, so...yeah.
So, please leave a review and read my sister's fanfic Hidden Ninja if you liked this chapter because, well again, she wrote the Randy, Nightmares part so...BYE!
Nerdgirl out!