Now Loading KND Operation: DARK MIRROR

Disclaimer: I do not own the Kids Next Door organization or show. I just wish I did. Oh, yeah, but own Numbuh 192,776, Numbuh 192, Numbuh 143, and Numbuh 76, Negatives 1-5, Negative 75.

Summary: What happens when an evil and more powerful version of the Kids Next Door from another dimension discovers and decides to invade our universe? One word: CHAOS! Can the KND beat them…or will they be forced to call for help from their dreaded enemies? Join them as they combat their worst foes ever: THEMSELVES!

Note from author: Hello peoples! Thanks for the good reviews! Really, it thank you all. If I hadn't had any reviews in my chapters, I would have stopped way at the beginning. Anyway, I plan to make a personal thank you list at the beginning of the Epilogue. I should have done it before but, for some reason, I hadn't thought of it then. Review after this if you want to be thanked personally. This chapter is, as you may notice, the most spiritual chapter I have. I have tried my best to find all sorts of methods of solving the Numbuh 192-86 dilemma but could find none that would fit my plans. So, in a way, I had no choice. Anyway, thanks for your reviews and God bless…

PS (XD) I can't believe it! The great Mr. Warburton himself answered my email! I emailed him at and am now officially Numbuh 192! He said that it wasn't up to him but up to me to choose and claim the Numbuh I wanted! Therefore, I, like every other fan, can call myself any Numbuh I like! Ha-ha-ha! Thank you, Mr. Tom Warburton, and long live the Kids Next Door!

PPS Sorry for the long wait. These two past weeks, I have been very, very busy. Hope you enjoy anyway!

PPPS To Spongekid a.k.a. Numbuh 33: About the idea…I think I forgot what I was about to copy. I forgot to write it down on my 'Next Story Proposal' document but, when I remember, I'll quickly write it and tell you about it. Thanks anyway!

PPPPS Yes, this is a revision. I forgot to make me character apologize to Numbuh 86, the very reason whi I even wrote this chapter. Yes, that was stupid…very, very stupid

Chapter 12: Forgiveness?

"Huh," Numbuh 192 asked himself as he got up from the floor, "What happened?"

Looking around him, he saw the familiar hall where he was beaten by his negative. With a defeated look, he cupped his hands on his face saying, "How could I lose to him? What happened to my fighting ability? I was much slower in that fight than in my other battle. What happened?"

Suddenly, he felt very weightless.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa," he cried out as he started floating up in the air, "What's happening to me!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," he shouted as he started flying up to the ceiling, "Help me!"

He went through the ceilings and floors as he zoomed up rapidly op to the heavens screaming in vain. And just as suddenly it started, it stopped…right in front of a huge growing thrown.

"L-Lord God Almighty?" the KND agent uttered in amazement, "B-but h-h-how did…with the f-floating and the and the-the-the…"

"Yes, My child," the huge gloving Figure responded, "I brought you here."

"Wait a minute," the agent said recalling a verse he had read in his Bible not long ago, "I shouldn't believe all spirits! I have to test them first! If You are indeed God, You would be omniscient knowing all. What—"

"You are thinking of carrot juice," the response was, "It is on your left pocket and you have a birthmark on your right thigh. You enjoy to imagine yourself flying over the world and traveling from continent to continent."

"Whoa!" Numbuh 192 blurted out in utter amazement, "That was every question I could think of to test You."

In an instant the agent lay face down in reverence as he recognized his Lord.

"Lord Jehovah," he reported, "I am at Your command, just say the word."

"Joey," the God called on His servant with his nick name, "You, a Christian and therefore My ambassador, have misrepresented Me."

"Huh?" the KND commander responded with a look of confusion, "When, Sire, have I done this heinous thing? What did I do?"

"You have not forgiven the one who has trespassed against you," the Supreme Being answered, "as I had forgiven you."

"But, Sire," the servant protested suddenly forgetting his humility and promise of obedience, "Although not in these specific words, You Yourself once said through the wisdom of the great King Solomon who You had blessed that a spotless reputation is priceless. Yet, she has ruined mine many times and once by false accusation thus breaking the law of the Ten Commandments. Why should I forgive her when she has broken Your rules and has, therefore, made herself an enemy of my God?"

"Do you remember My prophet Jonah?" the Divinity told Numbuh 192 bringing into his mind the stories he had heard as a child, "Do you remember the forgiveness I had given the people of Nineveh just as they repented of their numerous and evil deeds?"

"But, Sir," Numbuh 192 responded, "Numbuh 86 hasn't shown any signs of repentance whatsoever. How—"

"Forgive her," He chided him, "How can I forgive you when you don't forgive her?"

"I—"

"You are like the man who owed a king an great amount," the King declared, "an was fully pardoned. Yet, when he saw the poorer debtor who owed him much less but couldn't pay, he threw him into the prisons to be flogged. What do you remember happened when the king heard what the first man did?"

"He punished him, Sire," the KND agent replied. "by freeing the poorer debtor and throwing the first man into the prisons."

"I have offered you a second chance and purposely forgot your wrong actions more than once," the Righteous Judge declared, "but why is it that you cannot do the same to her?"

"But, Lord," Numbuh 192 said, "she doesn't even deserve it…Why should I—"

"Son," the Father questioned sternly, "do you remember that all your sins are sins against me?"

"Yes, sire."

"How many sins against me have you committed in your whole lifetime?" the Sovereign asked.

"More than I can possibly count or remember for the least, Lord," came the response.

"How many has she done to you since you met her?"

"Probably an approximate 3 a day times the 365days in a year times 2 years, Lord," Numbuh 192 reasoned, "If I had a calculator, I would still be able to number them."

"And have I not forgiven you of all you have done in your life-time?" the Lord asked, "Why can't you forgive the 3,286 sins she has committed against you?"

"She's committed that many!" Numbuh 192 exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, My son," God responded, "That also includes her bad thoughts against you."

"Oh, that no-good—"

"Yet I have forgiven all that sins you have done," The Lord said, "to the last one. So, forgive her."

"But Lord, she's committed several big sins to me," Numbuh192 protested, "She didn't even seem to have received any punishment for them al all. From destroying my reputation, to—"

"How about the sins you have committed against others?" the Deity inquired, "Don't you think that they consider it more hurtful than you consider them to be?"

"Well…um…uh…but…" the speechless operative muttered to try to find anything to say.

"Even if she doesn't physically seem to be punished," the Judge said, "that doesn't mean that she's not being punished at all. You do not know the other aspects of her life. You do not know the guilt she would sometimes feel at night while she's in bed reviewing her whole day. You do not know how she feels in the inside."

"Yeah," Numbuh 192 said, "Conscience can hurt and alert you many times. But when you ignore it and continue to still fight it, the conscience only gets dulled and loosed its effectively."

"How easy it is to judge others than to judge oneself," the Mighty One said to the mortal bringing to the boy's mind the treatment he had given his conscience just moments before, "You have even forgotten how you have treated others and the good things that Numbuh 86 has done to you. In place of it, you remember only the bad and how they have treated you."

"Lord," the saddened Numbuh 192 questioned while still looking downwards in reverence, "please forgive me for my asking but, what good has she done for me?"

"Remember when your grandmother died and you were too emotionally shaken to work on your report or take any of your scheduled missions?" the Almighty answered back with a question.

"Why yes, Lord," Numbuh 192 remembered, "I suddenly remember…Why, even now, I don't understand how…"

"When you were too busy grieving," the King of Kings said, "Numbuh 86 was the on that anonymously requested that your deadline be moved by a few days and did your missions for you. She sacrificed that one whole day for you and worked double-time the next."

"Whoa," Numbuh 192 uttered as he further recalled that day, "and those important reports helped me in my rank advancements. I can't believe that she helped me in that for me."

"Turn, My son," the Father said with a kind but disciplining voice, "and return to the light and to the clear countenance. Remove the haze of error and darkness that is clouding your sight. Turn back to Me and return to righteousness."

"You're right, Lord," Numbuh 192 admitted in defeat, "What was I thinking in challenging the Lord Most High and His rightful judgments? You win, Lord Bathala(Filipino name for God). You are right and I am wrong. What should I do now?"

"Go," the Lord sent him instructed him, "I lift your punishment and return to you your full fighting prowess which I had taken from you. Now, return to your mission. Fight the good fight and attack with no fear for I will deliver all your opponents to your hands and they will be at your mercy. When you meet Numbuh 86, you will know what to do. Even if she rejects you, I will do My work in her and you will come to terms with her in My perfect timing."

"Eye, my Lord." Numbuh 192 stood from his kneeling position and gave a salute to his Supreme Commander-in-Chief, "Immediately, Sir,"

Suddenly, there was a bright, brilliant, and blinding flash of light that burst out on nowhere.

"Aaargg," Numbuh 192 squinted and covered his eyes, "But Lord, how about Numbuh 3? How will I find…"

And just as suddenly as that happened, everything was in darkness

"W-what?" the reclining agent uttered as his eyes slowly started to open wider and wider to the strange, crowded, and fuzzy world, "What happened?"

"Yay!" came familiar cry of a familiar Japanese operative in black tights and a sweater with overly long sleeves, "He's awake!"

"N-Numbuh 3?" Numbuh 192 mumbled in his half conscious state, "Is that you?"

"Told you our remedies also work with your people," came the remark of another 'Numbuh 3' in a blue and white nurse's attire.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the startled and terrified operative shouted quickly getting up and holding up his rifle cried out in panic and confusion, "Who's the real Numbuh 3! I demand to know immediately!"

"Numbuh 192," the Japanese in green and black said to the confused operative, "It's me."

"And how do you know that it's you and you're not an impostor?" Numbuh 192 asked with his rifle still up.

"Hey easy there, Numbuh 192," came a blond Australian sounding kid in blue denim baggy pants and an orange hoodie, "You could hurt yourself."

"Yeah, easy, kid," a duplicate with a bandage on his cheek told the boy, "Kuki says that you're still gonna be sore 'till much later. So, put down your gun."

"But…uh, well, uh.. how did you…? What's with the people? How…I was gonna…,"the momentarily perplexed operative before suddenly dropping his weapon and placing his hand on his stomach as he felt an unanticipated pain on his gut, "Oow…"

"It's ok," the Australian with a bandage said laying a hand on the injured operative, "You're in safe hands. I'm Negative 4. The one beside me is your comrade, Numbuh 4. The two that revived you were Numbuh 3 and Negative 3. Your surrounded by my loyal troops. They'll protect us all."

"Rest now," Negative 3 said trying to usher him to lie down again, "You'll need your strength later."

"Yeah," Numbuh 4 said smiling at his friend, "We caught you at the nick of time. Your negative was just about to smash your head when we came along."

"And we scared him away with a barrage of ammo," the Australian leader added, "The two girls, Numbuh 3 and Negative 3 here, treated you so you'd regain consciousness."

"Thanks Numbuh 3 and Negative 3," Numbuh 192 expressed gratitude to the two before looking at his Australian friend to say, "Numbuh 4, I thought you were going to…well, uh…you know…be executed."

"I thought so, too," the KND operative responded, "but Numbuh 3 saved me but Negative 4 and the CND Liberation Army came to help us out."

"The what?" the injured operative asked with a puzzled look.

"Children Next Door Liberation Army(CNDLA). That's what we call our group," the Australian leader said displaying the red band on his arm and handing another to Numbuh 192, "and we aim to liberate our organization from Negative 1's repressive tyranny and save your world. You in?"

"Definitely," the boy said smiling as he took it, "Count me in."

"Good," Negative 4 said turning, "stay there in the stretcher and we'll have someone carry you—"

"Thanks but no thanks," the KND operative said standing and checking that his rifle was fully loaded as he remembered the Lord's orders and did not want to be a burden to others, "No one carries me around. I have a battle to fight and mission to accomplish. Let's go!"

And with that, they carried on to the short-cut to the Psychic Dominator in an attempt to shut it down. With the blessing of God once again on Numbuh 192, they cut through the ranks with great ease and many turned from their Negative 1 loyalist commanders to join Negative 4 in his more noble endeavor. Soon, their numbers swelled and all foes feared them even more.

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Hours later, with the KND group…

"Hya!" the Toilenator shouted as he kicked the final doors open and covered the guards with the toilet paper from his wrists, "Take that, fools!"

"Go, go, go , go, go ,go!" Numbuh 1 shouted to his troops as they poured out of the gate and shot the fewer remaining resistance forces.

"Finally," Heindrich von Marzipan exclaimed in relief, "Ve have finally reached our destination!"

"It's either they ran out of troops," Mr. Boss said in response to their dwindling foes, "or their planning something on us."

"Look!" Numbuh 1 shouted as he saw new CND reinforcement ships started dropping soldiers on parachutes above the gathering place in front of them with huge, thick gates.

"Girl," Numbuh 5 said to Numbuh 86 as they just exited the doors behind them, "You've got issues to solve with Numbuh 192. You've been fighting with him since you two met back in the Academy."

"Yeah," Numbuh 2 added, "you two really do have things to patch up together. I mean, you two have been—"

"Not likely," the Irish agent responded defiantly as she shot two CND guards down ant thrust the but end of her rifle into the gut of a third, "not happenin'"

BOOM!

Suddenly, the wall 10 meters away from them exploded from a dynamite charge.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha," came a laugh from Negative 4 as he ascended form the rubble, "I told you I know a short-cut to the Psychic Dominator."

"Oh, yeah," a happy Numbuh 4 shouted as he jumped out of the hole on the wall, "We rock! No one can defeat us 'couse we are a force to be reckoned with! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"More like the 4's to be reckoned with," Numbuh 192 said holding his rifle and stretching a while, "You two just can't be beaten by those CND SS troops no matter how many jump on you both. Ha-ha!"

"Yay, we win!" a jubilant Numbuh 3 exclaimed jumping up for joy at the sight of the huge meeting with walls and gates in front of them.

"Not yet," her negative said also getting up from the crumbled wall, "we have to destroy the Dominator first. Then, we can celebrate."

"Numbuhs 3, 4, and 192?" Numbuh 1 asked in surprise before running up to them with the group to greet them, "Boy, am I glad to see you, guys! I was wondering where you were!"

"Halt! It's Negative 1!" came the cry of a CND guard with a red band on his arm as he started shooting at Numbuh 1's direction, "Die, evil bstard!"

"Destroy!" shouted another as they stated doing the same as the first guard.

"Stop! Hold your fire!" Numbuh 4 commanded them, "He's a friend!"

"He is?" the Australian leader exclaimed motioning the others to hold their fire as well and turning to Numbuh 1 with an nervous but happy smile, "Greetings, I am Negative 4, leader of the Children Next Door Liberation Army. Sorry for shooting at you. We thought you were Negative 1."

"That's ok," the British leader accepted the apology and holding out a hand to greet him, "Since he's my negative, it's understandable. By the way, I am Numbuh 1 leader of the Kids Next Door."

"We shall be allies, then?" Negative 4 asked shaking hands with the other chieftain.

"Most definitely," Numbuh 1 said, with a smile, "Fighting against each other, we cannot defeat our common enemy, but united, we will be invincible."

"Numbuh 1," Negative 4 said to the KND leader, "As Chief of Security, I know every twist and turn of all these structures and I know a secret passage way into the Great hall right in front of us. Come, bring your forces and let us stop the evil that plans to take over the world."

"Kids Next Door," Numbuh 1 told the others in suspense to the offer, "prepare to move out and follow Negative 4!"

"Uh…Numbuh 86," Numbuh 192 said hesitantly as he walked up to her while everyone else was still reloading their guns, "I…uh, have something to tell you…"

"Really?" Numbuh 86 grumbled as the boy walked to her, "And what could that possibly be!"

"Um…uh, well…you know…," Numbuh 192 tried to apologize but with difficulty, "uh…I'm…uh…I'm…"

"Well," Numbuh 86 hissed, "I'm waiting."

"I'm…uh," Numbuh 192 muttered before suddenly seeing something a familiar murderous, deadly shadow headed their way and cried out, "LOOK OUT!"

"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" laughed a malicious long haired punk preparing to stab the girl with the bayonet fitted on his rifle.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Numbuh 86 shrieked as she turned and saw Negative 192 just about to thrust his blade.

As she screamed closing her eyes and trying to protect her head with her hands, she suddenly felt jolted to the side.

CLANG!

When she opened her eyes, she was surprised that the one she considered her enemy, Numbuh 192, had caught the cutting edge with his sword.

"Dishonorable coward," the agent shouted as he gave a hard blow to his negative's face with his foot, "Attacking the unprepared, are you? Take this!"

"What the—" the CND operative shouted before he felt the sudden assault and had his rifle taken from his instantaneously limp hand.

"By your actions, you don't even deserve this dagger," Numbuh 192 said trusting the bayonet to the wall and kicking the barrel fastened to the handle instantly causing the blade to snap off.

"No!" Negative 192 shouted hurling himself at his positive, "You'll pay for that!"

With his right hand occupied with his bolo but not wanting to kill his human negative, Numbuh 192 quickly pulled out his lucky B.L.A.N.D.A.A.R. cheese hand-gun from his open sidearm holster and shot three shots into his foe's face while lurching to the side. Suddenly blinded by the cheese on his face Negative 192 slammed right into the wall beside his opponent's side and collapsed sprawling to the floor completely knocked out.

"And that is that," Numbuh 192 said thrusting his hand-gun back into the holster and sliding his sword back to the sheath.

"Whoa," the stunned Numbuh 86 said with a shocked voice, "Numbuh 192, you saved my life."

"Indeed I did," Numbuh 192 said not making a big deal about it and walking towards their comrades a significant reach away from them oblivious of his deed, "By the way, sorry for how I acted in my past actions. I was wrong for getting angry at you."

"What!" the surprised Irish operative said to her companion distance away, "H-how?…W-why?"

"Numbuh 86," Numbuh 192 said turning to her from his further location, "Do you plan to stay there or are you coming with us?"

"Hey, you," Numbuh 86 snapped back to her normal self and started running to him, "Wait for me, you stupid boy! What are you trying to do! Loose me?"

And the two ran the rest of the way to catch up to their allies to plan an attack on their imminent foe.

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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 12! What do you think of it? Will the two groups finally be able to end an evil regime from taking over both worlds before it even happens? Will this all end to the good? What will happen to our heroes in the next step? Will justice finally come to the evil Negative 1to make him pay for his evil deeds? Will these friendships that just started last…or will betrayal come about? What will indeed happen in the next chapter? Find out in the Final Chapter, Chapter 13!