Hi. I'm not dead, or at least, no longer dead. For a lame explanation of why I was gone (again): 1. I got logged out of my account and forgot my password. 2. Losing my account made me lose interest in writing fanfiction, so I stopped for a while until I had the motivation to make some again!

I've been writing this fic for a while now, but never got to fully finish it because of exams. qwq

NO REVIEW RESPONSES FOR NOW! It's been a long time and if I look up all the responses now, I might get confused about a lot of things!


This is a (long overdue) request by Cristina Correa: 'What if Debbie had second thoughts in "Debbie Meddle"?'

(NOTE: I also wrote this as a "What if Randy didn't instantly get called on by the Warriors in the Nomicon dojo-thing and was able to talk Debbie into not revealing his identity."

I know this isn't really how you wanted it to be, so advance apologies!)


"I'm the Ninja! I'm the Ninja! I'm the Ninja!"

Randy let out a sound between a stammer and a gasp. He continued to stare at Debbie's phone, a recording of him putting on his faux mask and repeating the same line over and over. Debbie paused the video, a smug smile on her face.

"Funny thing is, I was about to eliminate you," Debbie said. She slid her phone into her shorts' pocket in exchange for a voice recorder and pointed it to Randy, "And then you gave me the final piece of evidence! Care to comment?"

Randy pushed the device away, laughing nervously as he stuttered, "Me? N-Not the Ninja. Ninja's 800 years old. Me, I'm much younger! I'm younger." He smiled, too wide to be real.

Debbie didn't look convinced at all, her grin never leaving, "We both know you're the Ninja," she turned to face her board, excitedly jumping on the balls of her feet, "And I'm gonna break the story wide open at 3 on Heidi's Me-Cast!"

This is getting way out of hand and Randy knew he had to act quickly. Before the young journalist could reach the door, he desperately yelled, "Debbie! No, wait!"

Instead of ignoring him, Debbie spun to face him, yet again, listening to whatever lame excuse he'll say. "Be quick, Ninja," she made sure to put enough emphasis on the last word. His flinching did not go unnoticed by her. "I have to go. ASAP. This story's going to get me into Flackville Community J-School for sure!"

And just like that, Randy's mind went blank. He just realized that saying more might do more harm than good. And he definitely couldn't say "Oh, you can't tell anyone that I'm the Ninja because McFist will be out to get me if he knew, chaos would erupt, making the 800-year-old, evil Sorcerer – which is under our school, by the way – to escape his prison and enslave all of Norrisville!"

Yeah, that won't do. He needs to think of a good reason to tell her not to out him without selling out his secret identity even more than it already is. Before he could think of something, or just panic, the Nomicon in his bag vibrated slightly. Randy sighed. Oh, wonk, the NinjaNomicon must be so furious right now.

Wait. That just gave him an idea. Grabbing the book from his satchel, he opened it, shloomping both Debbie and him into the book as the two teens collapsed on the floor.


Debbie looked around the place in awe and shock. Warriors were sparring with each other inside this weirdly, large dojo room. Even more surprising to her, there's a dragon in here, too!?

With her jaw hanging open, she asked, "Why don't I have my camera?" That's when she heard shouting from above her. Randy face-planted on the wooden floor (yikes, that has got to hurt).

The boy quickly got up, not showing any signs of pain at all. "Because you're not really here," he said, arms waving in the air. The miffed look on Debbie's face made him act more serious about this situation. "Okay, so your mind is, but your body's on the Journalism floor."

Looking around some more, Debbie realizes, "Is this some sort of 800-year-old book of Ninja wisdom?"

Panicking, Randy tried to deny it. "W-what? NO! This is a- ugh, you are good at this." Walking towards the editor, he reasoned with her, "Debbie, I brought you here with me so that no eavesdroppers hear us-"

"So you finally admit that you're the Ninja?" Debbie said, interrupting Randy.

Noticing all the Warriors' eyes on them, Randy quickly replied. "I'm not saying that I am or that I am not, but please, just listen!" he said desperately, "This is all supposed to be a secret," Randy waved an arm around the place, "You can't tell anyone!"

Debbie was ready to counter him. "I'm a journalist, Randy. I can't not tell anyone."

The Warriors began walking closer to the two freshmen. Randy was starting to get frustrated. If Debbie doesn't want to think logically about this and all of the chaos that would happen if word got out, then he'll tell her himself.

"Debbie, just think reasonable here!" Randy yelled, actually surprising the girl and stopping the Warriors from pointing at him. "Why exactly do you think the Ninja's identity is kept a secret?"

Debbie had to think for a moment about that. That hadn't crossed her mind.

"Because it's a tradition?" she lamely answered.

Randy looked perplexed at her, "Tradition? What- no- wait, actually maybe…" he said. The room shook a bit and Randy went back to the topic at hand. "Okay, wonk that. The reason is that once the Ninja is known, he can never be unknown," he quoted.

Debbie does not understand what Randy's talking about. "Well, yeah. Once I tell everyone that you're the Ninja, they'll all know!" she said. "I don't understand why you wouldn't want everyone to know who you are, though. If everyone finds out, you'd be popular! I thought that was what you and Howard always wanted."

"It's not just that! Revealing my secret identity could endanger lives!"

Debbie stopped, shocked by what Randy said. "Wait, what?"

The purple-haired teen gave her a disbelieving and confused look. "Seriously? Didn't you think of how much of a problem we'd all be in if you told everyone?" he crossed his arms, "Robots and Monsters are sent to destroy both the Ninja and the school almost every day. That has to count for something, right?"

In truth, Debbie did not think about that. She had been so obsessed with figuring out who was behind the mask and how she would be the one unmasking them to everyone, that she didn't think of the implications or its aftermath.

… But now that it was brought up, she felt a bit stupid.

"I… might not have thought of that all the way," she sheepishly said.

She still had so many questions, though. Like, the robots and the monsters and why it's usually Bucky who turns into a monster. She wants to find out how it all works. How Randy has so many weapons inside that suit of his, how their minds are somehow inside the book that Randy had, and just how do students turn into those ugly-looking monsters?

Yet, Randy was also right, and a new thought planted itself in her brain: would revealing the Ninja's identity still be worth it if nothing but chaos erupts?

Randy, sensing that he was finally getting through to her, said hopefully. "Look. I can't tell you anything else other than it's dangerous if anyone ever finds out. Please, Debbie, you really can't do this."

After a bit of a debate with herself, Debbie sighed. "Okay! Okay, fine. If it's for the sake of the town's safety, then I won't tell," she said, but hesitantly added, "Though, this information is going to bug me a lot."

Randy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He did it. He actually convinced the Debbie Kang not to tell anyone that he was the Ninja. He looked around and saw that the Warriors were back to sparring. He didn't know if that meant he was off the hook or not, but at least they didn't look as intimidating anymore.

He turned back to Debbie, "Well, I've got just the thing for that."

He told her to follow him. As they walked around the corridors (pages?) of the Nomicon, he felt kind of disappointed that he had to mindwipe her of this. It would be pretty bruce if he had someone else other than Howard, S. Ward Smith, and the guy who gave him the mask and book know that he was the Ninja; that's not possible, unfortunately.

They finally reached the door he was looking for. THE ULTIMATE LESSON.

"Here we are," Randy said.

Debbie looked skeptical, "Ultimate lesson? Is this the exit?" she asked.

Randy hummed, eyes already closed. Debbie placed both hands on the two handles, ready to push the doors. A part of her is screaming not to do it, that she might regret this later on.

But another part of her knows that she has to do this. Even if she doesn't want to.

Sighing, she opens them with ease. Her vision went bright white before everything went black.


Randy already left the Nomicon when he noticed that Debbie was opening the doors of the Ultimate Lesson. Once he was out, he started removing all of the evidence Debbie has of him being the Ninja.

"There we go! Scandal handled," he said after he finished. He grabbed his bag and the Nomicon and placed the book in there. Quickly apologized to the (still unconscious) Debbie, then headed to Mrs. Discroll's class.

A few minutes after Randy left, Debbie woke up. She looked around her office, a bit disoriented. And…

"What am I doing on the floor?" she said as she stood up and brushed the dust off her. She turned to her bulletin board and was shocked to see the strings and photos were gone.

She checked her phone to see how much time had passed when she accidentally hit her little voice recorder and a recording that she did not recognize played.

"Care to comment?"

"Me? N-Not the Ninja. Ninja's 800 years old. Me, I'm much younger! I'm younger."

… What the juice? Who was that and why were they telling them that they were younger than the Ninja?

Debbie racked her brain for an answer. It took a while, but then it hit her. Did she figure out who the Ninja was? Is that why she was lying unconscious on the floor earlier and why her board was clean of photos and strings?

She felt a bit annoyed at whoever did this to all her hard work, but something in her brain tells her that she shouldn't be mad. Debbie didn't know what it was, and she might never.

So instead, Debbie just took her phone, checked the time, and realized that she was late for class. She got her stuff and went straight to Mrs. Discroll's class, silently hoping she didn't miss that much.


Thoughts?

I hope I did this right, it's been so long since I made an RC9GN story (or a story in general!)

Lemme know what you think of the story in the reviews! See you in the next one (whenever that is because your author is very unreliable)!

Word count: 1714