Here's the second part of a sum-odd number of chapters I plan on creating for this story I still haven't quite figured out. Still want some suggestions. Short chapter coming your way.
Lets start this party (literally)
As Ms. Cunningham's old friends files into the house and backyard, Howard and Randy hung out in Randy's room. Randy sat on top of his bed and stared at the Nomicon while Howard put in the grave puncher game into the console. He stared at his friend hiding away on top of his one bunk, bunk bed. "What's up Cunningham? You've been hanging out up there for like 20 minutes."
Randy was broken from his trance and looked down at his slightly annoyed, slightly concerned friend.
"Sorry Howard, I'm kind of just freaking out about some…stuff, I learned today."
"What kind of stuff?"
Randy pulled on the collar of his shirt, trying to think of something to say "Just some…family stuff. Whatever, lets get our grave punch on!"
They played video games for about an hour. The ruckus from downstairs growing ever minute. Randy could barley concentrate with all the thoughts running through his head.
"Seriously dude, what's up!" called Howard. He slammed his controller on the ground.
"I know I'm the awesomest grave puncher there is and I always beat you, but you usually at least put up a fight!"
Randy rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, I guess I've just been a little off since all that…family…stuff."
Howard threw his arms in the air with an annoyed roar. "I'm sneaking down to that party to invade the snacks, I'm expecting an explanation when I get back."
While Howard was gone Randy sat on the couch and snuck into the Nomicon.
He was dragged through a a vortex and passed by a multitude of Japanese symbols and masks and such. The journey was nothing new. He sat on a seemingly non- existent floor surrounded by the filled up pages of the Nomicon. A giant samurai mask floated in front of him.
"What the juice Nomicon!? My father was the ninja and you never even thought to tell me? I thought this whole ninja business wasn't a family thing?" The samurai spit out the usual words of wisdom
THE DAY HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF
IS NOT A DAY OF DOOM
UNLESS THE WRONG DAY REPEATS ITSELF
"What in the- that's not even relevant!" Randy threw his arms in the air in frustrations. "This is not the time to be dumping some crazy ninja knowledge on me. I want a strait answer for once!"
The Nomicon growled before letting him out.
Randy threw it on the couch "Fine!" standing in front of him with a hand full of shrimp was Howard looking significantly annoyed with his best friend.
"Really? Ditching me in the Nomicon, that's cold Cunningham."
"Howard, I do that all the time."
"That doesn't matter! First you're flipping out because of this party, then you're totally cramping my game play! You're totally off your game! Will you just tell me what's up!"
"Howard I cant! Official ninja business, now I gotta investigate a few things."
He didn't know what it was he was looking for. Probably why the Nomicon picked someone from the same family to be the ninja. Or what the Nomicon meant by it's vague answer earlier. He had a few questions for him mom.
"Uh, I have some snacks to get to, just start playing without me." he said to Howard before rushing out the door.
He made his way downstairs and found him mom in the crowd. She was talking to her two old friends.
"Oh, hey Randy. What brings you down here?' she asks, pushing him to the front to meet Mcfist and Antfee. Randy waves sheepishly.
"Guys, this is my son, Randy."
"Oh what a…cute, kid." said Mcfist, keeping on his fake smile. He looked closer as the boy, trying to make himself smaller "What's wrong with his hair?… it looks oddly familier."
"It's his natural hair color."
"Nice wad!" Antfee calls
"Marissa you're the mom of this kid!"
"I see you two have already met."
"Yeah! He was worst in my class."
Randy cringed at the sound of Antfee's voice. He tugged him mom away and pulled her down to his level.
"Hey mom, I have a few questions about that…thing, you told me about earlier today."
"What thing?"
"You know, that thing, about dad in high school."
"How we met?"
"No, the other thing."
"How he saved me?"
"No!"
"What else is there?"
"How dad was the ninja of '85!" Randy accidentally yelled. Everyone looked at him, two eyes lit up in particular.
"Your dad was the Ninja!" Antfee screamed, grabbing Randy by the collar. "Your dad ruined my career as the Ninja!"
"You were the ninja!?" cried Mcfist.
"Oh, oh boy." said Randy, realizing what he might have just done.
I realize it was lame, and short, but I' just not sure where I'm going with this. Need some suggestions if that's cool with everyone, alright, coolio, until next chapter my valiant readers.
