RC9GN: Time Switched Ninja

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 3: King of Rejects

"No thank you Mom, two helpings is enough for me." Chang called to his mother in a light hearted tone. He'd just finished dinner, and boy had he been starving! After all the exercise he'd gotten today it was like he couldn't eat enough! But he'd stopped himself at two helpings otherwise he'd end up feeling stuffed and sluggish. Wincing at a pain in his side Chang was reminded of his other reason for leaving. Shutting the door behind him he cradled the biggest bruise he'd received from his first fight as the Ninja.

Slumping down on his bed the new ninja rested his back against the two pillows he had piled on top of each other. It eased some of the pain to his relief. The bruises had been another reason for his departure from his miniature feast. During dinner it was getting hard to hide his resulting winces from the aches. Lifting his shirt he inspected the damage, not as bad as he expected but the bruise would be around for a while.

Sighing to himself Chang consigned himself to rest for a bit. He stared up at his typical plain white ceiling, eyes drifting around the slightly lumpy texture as he thought about his day. After the fight with the cyborg thing the school day had been less hectic than expected. Then again the schoolboard had perfected how to deal with monster, and or robot, attacks. They had been going on for years after all. It made Chang wonder why school security hadn't been improved, but even while the last Ninja was corrupt he still dealt with the issues, for a price. The cities new SWAT team had been prudent in answering too.

Once it was clear the Ninja was no longer around and the monster taken care of the classes resumed. The attack had been short so they'd only have to stay a short while after normal school time. Lunch was resumed in the gym, and afterwards classes went on as normal. Students were forbidden to go near the destroyed cafeteria but other than that the upper classmen and faculty acted as if nothing had happened. It was sort of admirable Chang supposed.

His class had gone by normally…save for the one. P.E. Chang cringed a little at the thought. Plop Plop had been right, he'd been completely right. Coach Green was insane. There was being a daredevil, there was being a thrill junky and then there was Coach Green. By no means was the man a bad guy far as Chang could tell, but he was far too into challenging his students. To the point of outright endangering them.

How in the world he'd gotten barbed wire onto school grounds as well as probably rabid badgers was beyond Chang. Their principal, Slimovitz he believed, was most likely used to the coach's outrageous teaching plans. Or felt it was better to deal with afterwards, as he had intervened before any of his class could be mauled. Safe to say Chang wholeheartedly admitted that Plop Plop had been right. Thankfully his friend had been too stunned to rub it in afterwards. A nice bonus.

Last thing of note was taking the bus home. The one that had delivered the box to him was his bus driver! What were the odds? Chang wondered if he choose to be his bus driver to keep an eye on him. It couldn't be a coincidence that he happened to work at the school the Ninja protected when he was clearly affiliated with him. Chang really wanted to apologize for his actions but in front of everyone on the bus was not the place. He'd have to try and catch him while he wasn't on the bus. Maybe during lunch. Until then the olive haired teen knew he'd have to endure awkward bus rides. Price he had to pay for attacking him Chang supposed…

The other thing on his mind was where these monsters and robots were coming from. They both seemed to appear at random. Another thing he had to find out.

His eyes drifted over to the Nomicon which still in his backpack. Could he ask? Chang withdrew from the idea, telling himself that he could handle whatever came his way. He beat a cyborg without asking then he could handle a monster or any other robot. The Nomicon wasn't flashing so clearly whatever it had wanted to tell him prior wasn't important.

Further he the awkward feeling in his gut was a good deterrent.

Shrugging it off the teen got out of bed and pulled his homework out of his red and black bag. It wasn't really homework as it was questionnaire sheets. Once those were filled out he did some practice for his martial arts school. As he did Chang came to the realization that Coach Green's class could be useful. As absurd as his ideas were if he faced them head on it could double as pretty decent Ninja training.

The man was still insane though.

Later that night once the new ninja was asleep the Ninja Nomicon glowed within its box. It was nice of the teen had taken him out of the backpack and back into its proper box. Far better treatment than the mystic tome had received from Mac Antfee. The thought of the power hungry ninja cause the hardcover book to burn with red. Memories of be left behind at home, in filthy locations caused the book to glow with anger. The Nomicon was well aware it was a book, that was obvious, but it felt that it at least deserved to be treated with dignity!

Now the current Ninja was ignoring it as well. It had been only one incident but after Mac Antfee the tome wasn't going to endure it for long as it had previously. The Ninja Nomicon wasn't about to let two bad Ninjas happen in a row!

"Easy Nomicon. Easy. Chillax okay?" Randy soothed from his place within the book. Currently he sat atop the waterfall located inside. Sitting cross legged on a flat tan paper colored stone. It was easy enough to sense the book developing frustration.

The book seemed to still for a moment, the world inside continued but the "air" of said world seemed to ease up.

Randy took it as an opportunity to speak, "Remember past Ninjas have skimped on lessons. It doesn't mean Chang will end up like honking Antfee. Bit wonk to lump him in with that jerk wad for one missed lesson."

Once more the book seemed to be considering this so the first ninja went on.

"Next time he shloomps on in I'll have a chat with him." Randy suggested calmly talking into the sky of the Nomicon's world. He grinned a bit, "Gotta remember Nomicon. We're dealing with a teenager. A headstrong one at that." His grin slipped into a sly smirk, tone coolly even, "When he hits a wall he'll come to us."

That seemed to sooth the book, the air lighting up considerably. Randy nodded approvingly, "There yah go Nomi-Cool." He chimed lightly before returning it his prior event one, "Trust me, I don't want a repeat of Antfee either, but let's not rush to judge because of him." The first ninja smiled, "Cool?"

The Nomicon's response was unsaid but the first ninja didn't seem to need one.

"Okay class! Who's ready for hopscotch?" Coach Green exclaimed holding what was no doubt a heavy duty flame thrower. The class, including Chang and Plop Plop, stared blankly at their teacher. Even Bash stared and the jock/ bully was usually up for anything insane thing the coach came up with.

Even though no one answered the overly eager coach began to explain how the game would be played, with a flamethrower, "Here's how it goes. You skip the stone and you must get said stone before the stream of fire makes it to you! And then go back of course."

Plop Plop, sporting the gym uniform, looked to his friend, "And you said it couldn't be done."

"Clearly I have underestimated the man's creativity." Chang admitted while keeping his eyes on their mad gym instructor. It'd been a weak since they'd started high school and each time he dreaded gym, and in the past it had been one of his favorite class but each time Coach Green would out crazy himself. To be honest Chang wasn't surprise by now that the hopscotch rumor was true.

Suddenly the coach stopped as someone came into the room delivering their coach a piece of paper before leaving right after. Coach Green looked over the piece of paper before sighing, "Looks like hopscotch is cancelled." A sigh of relief from the class. The coach seemed to ignore or not notice it, "Instead we'll play dodgeball."

Plop Plop looked no happier about the change than he did when they were going to do hopscotch. He muttered flatly to himself, "I hate dodgeball…"

His taller, leaner friend put a hand on his shoulder, "Do not worry my friend, I shall guard you."

The rotund teen narrowed his eyes, "No." Chang blinked in surprise, "I'm determined to stand my ground this time."

"Well…if you are certain Plop Plop." The olive haired one of the duo said unsurely. Though he was somewhat happy with his friend determined to stand up for himself. Chang just wasn't certain if dodgeball was the right place to do so. The teams had already been made without the coach's say so. Without the instructor intervention, it was bullies vs the rejects with a few random students on either side.

"If he's not taking the offer I'll take it." Chang turned his head and was surprised to see the band geek Bash liked to pick on behind him. Bucky Hensletter as he found his name to be in the last week or so.

"As will I." The olive haired teen turned his head to the other way and saw a blue haired teen standing fearfully beside him. It was the goth Julian. He was an odd one even by Chang's standards.

Chang withheld a sigh looking their team over they weren't really a match for Bash's team. They had fewer athletically adept team members. As far as Chang was aware he'd be carrying the team. Although there was the shorter blue haired girl who was fiercely standing by a taller purple haired girl with lighter fuchsia streaks in her hair. Chang had the feeling she had a strong throwing arm, but two people would not be enough to win. Still, he wasn't about to go down fighting.

"Very well." Chang said with a loose nod. He might as well, could use this a ninja practice. Protecting people was part of the job description. Also they'd lose more quickly if they lost too many people right off the bat.

"Just do as I instruct." He said firmly, the two main bullying targets nodded readily. Chang gave a curt nod and continue, "Good, stay by me but don't stand still. If you can pick up the dodgeballs that miss."

"Got it, keep dodge-ball-ing!" Bucky said with fearful excitement, "Dodgeball Zing!"

Chang smiled slightly to the band student's trademark joke making. At least he seemed to be in better spirits than Julian, who was enviously glancing as Stevens, another band student. Apparently he had IBS, irritable bowel syndrome, Chang wasn't sure how that kept him from engaging gym but apparently it did.

The coach distributed the reddish brown dodgeballs to each side of the teams. Having to remind Bash that he wasn't supposed to toss the one he'd be given yet. Bucky let out a side of relief that the bully had been restrained for the time being, he knew that ball was aimed at him. Standing on the side of the court the teacher announced the rule, "If you are hit with the ball you are out. These will be no mercy rounds! The rule about catching the ball is invalid!"

Immediately after the British instructor blew on his whistle, once the loud whine of the instrument was heard the game began. Plop Plop quickly took aim and tossed his ball, much to everyone's surprise it smacked right into Bash's dark skinned friend. Chang believed his name was Rudy? Regardless everyone was shocked, Chang didn't know his friend had such a good arm, he was impressed.

The retaliation was immediate, Plop Plop yelled as he Bash, Mick and Doug Jaminski (not to be confused with Douglas "Doug" who was on Chang's team) tossed their balls his way. Chang narrowed his eyes at Bash and flung the ball he had, sadly Bash moved out of the way and Doug Jaminski was nailed instead. Quickly Julian passed Chang a ball he'd gathered. Ducking and weaving away from a few careening his way Chang aimed and hurled the ball. He grinned to himself when Bash yelped in surprise, having still been aiming for Chang's friend.

The out was celebrated by Julian, Bucky, and Plop Plop, leading them to immediately get picked off. Chang managed to dodge a few but sighed when Rudy managed to get him back for taking of two of his friends. The hit honestly didn't really bother him, after enduring three robot attacks and the first one a dodgeball was almost nothing.

They didn't manage to win any of the rounds of dodgeball. They'd come close but the bullies quickly wised up to who were the threats, them being Chang, Plop Plop and the blue haired girl Debbie Kang. Chang was fine with that though, he'd managed to out Bash three of the six games they played. Two of the other times he'd remained in and the other game Debbie had managed to get him.

Once gym was through the class was sent back to the locker room to change back into their regular cloths and clean up. Chang sat on the bench and was brushing his olive green hair, straightening it back out so he could tie back into a loose ponytail. He looked to his friend Plop Plop when he smacked him on the back.

"You my friend are so bruce!" He praised with a proud grin. Plop Plop held his hands in the air as he continued, "I mean organizing those two guys so you'd have a constant supply of dodgeball is brilliant!" He looked to him, "Didn't know you were such a good tactician."

Chang chuckled shrugging off the praise as he tied his hair back, "Plop Plop, you must recall. We have much experience being the underdogs in games of dodgeball."

Plop Plop nodded in agreement, "This is way too true."

"One thing remains though," both friends turned their head to see Julian and Bucky standing at the end of the row of lockers. The Goth, apparently fast to change clothing, was already in his purple attire, hands were together, "you are certainly bruce. You managed to slay the fell Bashford three times!"

"Yeah, you helped us out there! I've never lasted so long in a game of dodgeball before." Bucky agreed before laughing, "You really bashed Bash! Zing!"

Chang rubbed his neck, he wasn't really used to such praise and so modestly replied, "It truly was nothing. After all we still failed to capture victory."

"Ah, but when we had expected victory to elude our grasp any amount of success is acceptable in the face of impending defeat." Julian argued smoothly while holding up a theatrically pointed finger. Bucky appeared a bit confused by his way of putting it but seemed to get the point and nodded in agreement.

Chang was thoughtful for a moment, "That is true I suppose. We did force our foes to fight for their assured victory." He smiled to the two, "But I believe credit also goes to my friend Plop Plop and Debbie Kang."

Plop Plop looked to his friend, surprised he'd share his moment to shine. His attention was turned when Bucky sniggered at his name. A quickly disapproving look from both Chang and Plop Plop quickly silenced him. Bucky made up for the moment by cheering, "Three cheers for our defenders! Chang, Plop Plop," he managed to withhold another snicker, "and Debbie!"

The members of their team in the locker room started to cheer much to Chang and Plop Plop's surprise. The moment of praise was short lived when Douglas, the tattletale, was shoved aside by Bash and his crew. Chang immediately narrowed his eyes by the display. Bash immediately singled Chang out. Pointing he yelled, "You're the shoob that hit Bash with the ball. Bash is the one that hits, not the other way around shooby!"

Chang snorted dully, "Both sides are to hit each other Bash. We are not ducks in a barrel for you."

The wording Chang chose confused Bash for a moment before he laughed mockingly, "Stupid shoob, this has nothing to do about ducks!"

"He means we weren't going to stand there and let you pelt us with dodgeballs…" Plop Plop explained with a roll of his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Idiot."

Unfortunately Bash's hearing was better than Plop Plop expected, quickly he leered at the shorter teen, "What did you say?"

Plop Plop's prior bravery seemed to remain he glared back at the much larger teenager, "I called you an idiot."

"Oh yeah?" Bash challenged, "Then why is youse's name sound like a way of saying a Mr. Grumpy, huh? At least Bash's name isn't so lame."

Although the retort had little to do with Bash's intelligence, the effect he desired was what he wanted. Plop Plop was silenced and left silently seething at teasing, at times he really hated his name. Times such as this. The laughter from Bash's bros were cruelly mocking to his ears to the point of searing. Bucky Hensletter was left looking away awkwardly for his prior snickering.

Not one to stand by and let his friend be insult in such a manner Chang got between Plop Plop and the gang. The bullies looked vaguely surprised by the burning look they were getting from the olive haired teen. Chang bared his teeth at them, "You shall not speak to my friend in such a manner!"

"And whose gonna stop us, you weirdo?" Rudy said dismissively.

Chang's defiance remained and he shot his glare over to the dark skinned individual, "Yes. I will. And don't think I shall not fight back. I have administered my fair share of bloody noses to any who dare to pick on my friend!" He pulled his lips back in a warning grow, "So try me."

The locker room fell quiet at the blatant threat to the group of bullies. Julian and Bucky exchanged glances, Chang had been a rather quiet for as long as they knew him (by name at least) only speaking when spoken too. So to hear such a threat to come out of his mouth with such conviction was astonishing. Nothing either knew about Chang suggested anything violent, both had honestly thought he'd be opposed to it, but clearly Bash had pushed the wrong button. Though a small part of each of them kind of wanted to see what'd happen but another, much larger part, wanted to avoid a fight all together.

While Rudy reeled back from the threat the leader of the bros, Bash, stepped up to the challenge, "You can't do anything to me. I'm Bash Johnson! That makes me better than you! And I'll crush you like…" He stalled a moment to find the word, unable to, "Like a think that crushes other things. Yeah!"

His words seems to effectively rally the other members of his group, though Rudy seemed to hang to the back a bit. Chang stood his ground ready to face off when the coach barged in yanking everyone out of the hostile moment. Everyone turned their attention to Green, "Hurry up you lollygaggers! This is a locker room, not a sauna! Class is nearly over!" He pointed to Bash, "Bash, Principal Slimovitz wants you in the front office."

Bash's antagonistic mood seemed to have died completely as he slumped his shoulders forward like a pouting child. Grumbling to himself about how stupid this was, and how he was Bash Johnson, he stalked out of the room.

With their leader gone the remaining three looked back to Chang who still gave them the same daring look. Rudy was the first to back out followed by Doug. Mick seemed to have lost interest, or didn't care so long as Bash wasn't around, leaving to follow after his friends. Chang kept his eyes locked on them until the bullies were out of the room. Slowly everyone went back to getting back into their regular attire.

Snorting bluntly Chang turned back to his friend looking at him worriedly until Bucky spoke up, capturing his attention, "Wow that was pretty brave of you Chang!"

Only hearing the last half of it Chang, as he was distracted by his friend's down trodden appearance, took a moment to guess what Bucky was talking about, "Uh, oh I was merely defending my friend. As I said I will not stand for such behavior, and care not who does it."

Julian looked at him with morbid curiosity, "Have you truly bloodied people's noses?"

"I have." Chang answered readily, going back to putting his regular clothing on.

"That is so cool! Blood is so cool!" Julian squealed excitedly, both Chang and Bucky gave him an odd look but it was unnoticed by the goth.

"Um, if you believe so." Chang replied not wanting to judge the taller teen. So long as he didn't harm anyone he could like the morbid stuff and Julian seemed very harmless, albeit weird.

"You must join my Der Monster Klub during lunch! We meet every day in the cafeteria!" Julian insisted happily, hands together while he nodded.

This seemed to pull Plop Plop out of his funk for the moment while he echoed, "Klub?"

"It's the better more strangely European way of saying club." Julian explained, seeming used to having explain what klub was.

Chang thought about it for a moment, before smiling, it seemed he had made friend. Maybe two considering Bucky seemed to like him. Then he caught a worried look on Plop Plop's face. As happy as he was to expand his social circle he wasn't about to leave his friend behind for new ones. He looked back to Julian and motioned to Plop Plop, "Will my friend be allowed to join his "Klub" too?"

"Of course!" The peppy goth answered, smiling with oddly sharp canines, "The more members the better!"

The olive haired teen smiled, "I shall discuss it with my friend then. We cannot be duo if there is but one."

Julian nodding in understanding, "Of course, join at any time you'd like." The goth turned his head to Bucky, "My offer to you remains open as well Bucky. I am certain you'd enjoy the company of the Klub nicely."

The band geek smile warily, Julian was nice but he creeped him out, "I really can't, I use lunch for triangle practice." He rubbed his neck warily, "Speaking of which…I gotta go, band class will be starting soon."

"Before you go," Chang called, halting Bucky and catching Julian's attention, "If either of you or your friends have any troubles with Bash or otherwise. Please, feel free to come for aid."

Bucky smiled at the offer, it was good to know someone would have his back for once. Julian giggled gleefully, "A defender! Truly wonderful! I shall be sure to keep that in mind." He then bowed with an arm across his chest, "As Bucky has said my next class will soon begin. So I bid you farewell."

Smiling Chang waved good-bye to his two new friends. Looking back to his friend he frowned seeing the upset expression on his face. After pulling his shirt back on at last, covering a somewhat developed torso, he sat next to his friend on the bench, "Plop Plop, you mustn't let that moronic jerk wad bother you. His insult was just a cheap shot and not a successful counter to your remark."

"I know…" Plop Plop half muttered staring down at the dark grey floor of the locker room, "It's just…" He sighed shaking his head, "It still gets to me you know."

Chang nodded understandingly, his name had also been made fun of but much less so than his unfortunate friend, "I am aware Plop Plop, but you know I shall remain by your side."

Hearing this a look reassurance welled onto the shorter friends face, Plop Plop smiled, "Thanks Chang, I needed to hear that. And thanks for defending me again, you're a real bro." He held his hand out for a fist bump.

Bumping his fist to his rotund friend's Chang patted him on the back before pulling on his shoes, "Come my friend, we shall already be late for class. Let us not waste any further time in this sweat smelling place."

"Yeah you're right," Plop Plop agreed, gradually his tone beginning to pick up. Once he was dressed the two teens exited the locker room, neither noticed the green mist retreating back into a nearby air vent…

When they left the locker room the bell rang but they had expected it so the ringing was ignored. Walking through the hall Plop Plop looked to Chang, "Are you really considering Julian's offer?"

"Of course." Chang answered, "As I had told you before school started. I want to expand our friend circle." He formed a tilted smile, "Admittedly Julian is…"

"Honking weird?" Plop Plop finished for him with a look, recalling his fascination for blood.

"Yes…" Chang admitted slowly, "But he doesn't seem too bad and has a rather friendly nature from what I've seen. Aside from that socially Julian is likely in our ranking. An outcasts like us, so why not?"

"This "Klub" of his does sound pretty interesting." Plop Plop admitted slowly not actually sounding sold on the idea. He slowly looked to his friend, his expression undefined. "You really won't go unless I do?"

"Of course, you are my biffer after all." Chang said earnestly with a smile.

Plop Plop looked off to the side, as much as he wasn't too fond of the idea of being around more people he nodded slowly. He couldn't hold his friend back from making more friend just because he wanted to act like a stubborn shoob. Besides how bad could it be? Plop Plop nodded again but more fluidly, "Alright, let's try it out."

"Excellent!" Chang exclaimed happily, perking a bit at his friend's acceptance of the idea.

The shorter friend snorted, "Pft, you just want to show off how you've become King of the Rejects in one fell swoop."

Chang hummed with a smirk, "I admittedly do like the ring of the title."

Plop Plop rolled his eyes at his friend's shoobishness, "Crying out loud you're such a shoob."

"King of the shoobs." Chang corrected proudly, getting a snorted laugh from his friend.

Julian hummed merrily to himself as he went over to his designated metallic tomb, aka his locker. Unlocking the cold, metal, sarcophagus he looked inside of the customized locker. He had a poll added inside to hang his various trench coats, posters: including a dark fairy, a dead tree, his favorite supernatural love story pairing (After Dusk) and a picture of his favorite haunted house. It had been a bit of a hassle brining the coats, poll and posters over; he'd only just finished yesterday, but it had been worth it!

Currently the peppy goth was excited about the new comrade he'd made today! Correction comrades. It made him positively happy! He'd only managed to gather two other players for his club so far Juggo the clown kid, and Theresa Fowler. Accordion Dave was a maybe, he said he'd think about it like Bucky had. It was difficult to gauge whether or not he was interested in the idea with his seemingly permanent disinterested tone. Hoped he was, the more members Der Monster Klub had the more exquisite the game play would be!

Also he'd put a lot of work into his Klub Master throne, not to mention the game pieces. His family was pretty well off but Julian believed in making things himself.

Julian had plenty of people in his last Der Monster Klub in middle school and could have followed them to high school, but once he heard Norrisville High had real monsters he just had to attend! It had taken some convincing to get his parents to allow him to attend but Julian had managed. Thankfully the new SWAT team was reassuring enough. Further the Ninja seemed to be acting good again recently what with destroying the robots and all. Julian didn't really care for the robots though, a monster was what he wanted to see. Unfortunately for the goth teen none had shown up yet.

Still that was nothing to be down about! There was still plenty of high school left after all. For now he was excited about the two new possible members. Chang Cunningham and Plop Plop. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, never had he met someone with the same first and last name before. It was a rather unfortunate combination too, one Plop was bad enough, but two? His name made him a prim target for the types like Bash…

Thankfully the rotund teen had such a faithful friend! One willing to draw blood in his defense! It made Julian giddy, Chang had also offered to defend him as well. With Chang defending them the Klub would be safe haven for social misfits. Maybe he'd gain enough members to get a room reserved for them during lunch!

"Ah, such a wonderful turn of events!" Julian mused happily to himself. He turned around heading to the exit of the school as school had finished, but he'd taken a while to Dave about joining his Klub. A push to his back sent the poor goth teen tumbling forwards, landing on the title floor with a thud. Hearing a familiar boisterous laugh he knew who it had been, he didn't even need to look.

"Ha-ha! You fell down dork!" Bash mocked, reminding Julian of a kindergarten bully rather than a high school one.

"Ha, yes…" Julian said, trying to play along and appease the large teen. It was very hard to believe someone of Bash's size was the same age as he. Sadly for him it didn't work, Bash had gone after him for a reason not just for kicks. One of his friends snatch up his top hat that had fallen off his head as he went to reach for it. Jumping to his feet the goth tried to grab his hat back, crying, "Hey! Give me back my hat!"

Doug who had grabbed it tossed it over to Rudy, then to Bash, back to Doug the cycle repeated between the three while Julian desperately tried to catch his hat. Catching it again Bash held it out of the skinny teen's reach, "You want this hat? You isn't getting this hat back."

"Why!?" Julian cried still trying to jump for his hat.

"Because your friends with that shoob that's friends with the shooby who called Bash stupid! They aren't here…so you're gonna pay for them insulting the Bash!" Bash Johnson yelled then grinned, "Now your hat is Bash's! I'm gonna use it as a trashcan!"

Julian stared in utter despair, he'd had that hat since he was in kindergarten! He couldn't let Bash use it to put whatever filth he had in his room! It was practically priceless! The goth chased after the group of thugs but the somehow bigger-than-Bash Mick knocked Julian pack over to the carp mural.

Tears in his eyes Julian stared as his tormentors laughed while they walked to the exit of the school. How could they do this? One insult and they took his prized possession!? How could they. How dare they?! Julian sat there seething, tears going down the sides of his face, wishing he could make them pay and reclaim his beloved hat.

Confusion swept across his face as green mist surround him. His hat glowed green. He was about to get his wish…

I had two ways to have the first stanking go. Now I get to do them both. Yay!

Julian is my favorite secondary character, Bucky is likable too so they were good options for Chang to make friends with. He is on his way to being the coolest social outcast, King of the Rejects if you will lol. Bash was hard to write for he's so...stupid ugh. Also I gave the red hoodie kid the name Rudy because I saw someone suggest it on his wikia page lol. Seemed fitting. There are two Dougs too, one that hangs with Bash the other is Douglas the tattletale.

More First Ninja Randy is the freaking highlight of this AU I love him

Please leave input :) I enjoy seeing what you think about the story/AU