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For anyone confused, I've had the figure use a sketch notebook to manipulate what's going on in the nomicon because, after all most of the things that happen in there are doodles/sketches, and I believe if the Nomicon became human, he'd be a really good artist, although that might not be able to be explored in this story, maybe some other one, or you authors whose reading this and agree may incorporate it! Ok enjoy this next chapter!
Hannible McFist sat restlessly at his desk, changing his position on his chair every few seconds. He finally grumbled to himself.
"Oh, this is so frustrating! By this time of the day, Viceroy would have had a new invention to show him, maybe even send it after the ninja, but the past 2 days have been spent on his own plans to destroy the ninja. He was quite bored, and, if he was honest with himself, missing his buddy. Even though it might have been weird, it was still a friendship between boss and employee. He knew his deepest thoughts after all, and spent more time dealing with him than his wife! He really was his best friends. He probably would have been feeling all this if he really had ended up firing Viceroy on that day anyways.
But now, he was reduced to practically working for his friend, as he needed Viceroy not to be irritated or upset with him in any way if he wanted any share of the reward offered for the ninja. He was about to check on Viceroy when he dramatically came out of his lab, smoke bellowing out by his feet, holding the bug thing in his hands. It was half filled with some sort of liquid.
"It... is... FINISHED!" He announced, proud of his work, flaunting it around the air. Viceroy could practically see the plan falling into place in his head as Hannible came over to see it.
"It's...! It's...! It's just a bug. Not just any bug, isn't this the bug we used before with that mood juice?" McFist asked, not so impressed. Viceroy seemed not to catch his anti-enthusiasm.
"That's right, and do you remember what he did to that bug?"
"Uh, not exactly, I was playing with those toys, those greatest invention thingies, but I do remember HIM NOT BEING AFRAID OF IT!"
"Exactly! In fact, I'm banking off the fact he won't be afraid of it! He'll slice it in half, like he did before, and the contents will spill on him, like it did before! Then, before the week is over, the Ninja'll be ours!" McFist was still not convinced.
"Then what's in it that will get the ninja over here? Blackmail? Promises of riches?" He asked.
"Nope. What's in it, for the moment, is simply water... The Sorcerer can't stank the ninja, but how about juice him? This will infiltrate the Ninja's brain cells and thus his brain, without any need for emotional distraught like the Sorcerer normally needs. It will have him obey his evil authorities, specifically, you and the Sorcerer. So you can order him to fake being captured or whatever to the Sorcerer, and he'll have a captured ninja."
Hannible had zoned out on all the science-y stuff, but heard the last thing he said, and turned to a smugly grinning Viceroy.
"You mean...?"
"Uh-huh."
"You'd let me have the glory of capturing the ninja?"
"And having the reward. I don't like this new interest the Sorcerer is giving me, and you were always better with people -I guess- and besides, I'm plenty happy just doing what I love." He started walking towards the screen. "Under your authority."
"Oh, Viceroy! You shouldn't have!" Viceroy hushed him, and readied an audience with the green man himself.
"What is it- Oh, Viceroy, what do you need?"
"Well, you know your stankin' powers? I need some off that in here. Just to fill it." He presented his bug with the butt flask. Sorcerer looked on skeptically, but he did say he'd provide him what he needs, especially if it procures the ninja. He looked down at his sorcerer balls that were with him on that side of the screen, then resolutely sent a gas of stank, concentrated into the butt flask. The water resultly turned green-!
The figure snapped his eyes open at the uneasy feeling he got. Maybe the preparation he gave Randy wasn't enough? He needed to warn him of this new event that's come to light. Even if he didn't know what it was completely. He'll trust in his gut. But he had to warn the Ninja!
Randy laid on Howard's couch, talking towards the kitchen where Howard was fixing a sandwich. He just entered the room as Randy concluded his story.
"And I totally finished the training before the countdown and I'm a totally sharp sword now, nothing can take me off guard and there's no way I'll be unprepared for whatever McFist might send the Ninja's way."
Howard ate his last bite as he sat down next to Cunningham and threw the plate.
"That's great! Now we have all the time in the world to play-"
"Grave Puncher!" They cheered together. They reached for the remote when the Ninja-nomicon vibrated from its spot on the coffee table.
"Oh, what-? No way, you said it yourself, Cunningham, you finished the training! You're playing with me!"
"Uh, you're probably right..." He moved to put it down, but it vibrated again. "So, it's probably just trying to congratulate me!" He said, a half excuse.
"So, let it congratulate you later! We'll play now!"
"uuuhhh..." Howard gave him a stare.
"Ok... Fine." They set up the game, and when Howard was about to press play- "Wait! I need to go to the bathroom." Howard gave him a skeptical stare.
"Are you just gonna go to the bathroom with the Nomicon and open it in there, and then come out here and pretend you were never in it?"
"Uh. Psh, no, see? It's right here." He pointed at it's precarious position on the edge of the table, giving a set of vibrations again.
"Hmmm... Ok, but if you take too long, I'm starting without you!"
"Yea, yea, ok, I hear you." Randy said, exaggerating his movements slightly, and in one swoop of his arm, he picked up and tucked the nomicon into his jacket. 'So... 5 minutes tops."
"Uh-huh." Howard said, fiddling with his McFist pad to past the time. He rushed off to the bathroom and opened the book, collapsing onto the toilet with an 'oof' as though he were ready to throw up.
Inside the nomicon, the animation started playing where a colored figure that looked like the Sorcerer and another that looked like the ninja fought, then the Sorcerer used one of his Sorcerer balls, to stank up the ninja and he transformed into a monster with no one to stop him.
Be wary of your enemies secret weapons
Randy looked at the message slightly confused. "What the Juice, nomicon? The ninja can't get stanked! He's too 'pure of heart' and 'selfless' and other stuff the Sorcerer needs to use to stank somebody! How can I be wary of- You know, you're being too nervous, you are worrying over nothing and I don't have time for this. My best friend is out there waiting for me, and so if you could be so kind?"
The figure watching Randy from above huffed at this, and viciously waved his hand over the sketchpad next to him, having the monster ninja smack him to one side of the room, sending him out of the nomicon. He was beyond furious. Worried over nothing? Has he ever been worried over nothing? Ha, Randy didn't seem t think he was worried over nothing when his advice always SAVED HIS LIFE! OK, well, until he made sense of the advice, Randy did sometimes think he was worrying over nothing, but not his time! This was something serious, and it was something that could lead to the sorcerer's release if Randy didn't take this seriously.
The figure shook his head. He had to do something, if Randy wasn't, because if he didn't make sense of his advice now, it might be too late later. He began searching through all the information of the nomicon, searching for a certain hidden art.
Randy shloomped out the Nomicon and pushed himself up off the structure... only for his hand to slip and fall into the bowl. Randy quickly retreated the wet head out the water.
"Eewww..." He washed his hands with extra soap.
He came out where Howard had started a single player Grave puncher game.
"Oh, there you are, come over here and press start!"
"Aw, yea, we'll play til we're purple!" He shouted, jumping over the couch and next to his friend.
"No, just until bedtime!" Howard's dad yelled from upstairs. Howard grumbled.
"Sure dad!" He said begrudgingly.
The next day, it was relatively normal, and Randy was starting to think McFist retired when he heard yelling outside.
"Oh yea!" He leaned down next to Howard. "You know what time it is?"
"For you to be a shoob-?"
"Ninja o'clock!" He ran off and transformed where others couldn't see. He went to the outside picnic area, seeing students push past him in fear.
"Ok, run in the opposite direction of the scared students, and I'll find the stanked student or McFist monster!" He reasoned, and dashed off to the parking lot area. He looked left and right in the empty area, and then finally spotted it.
'What? A bug?" he asked in confusion.
Alright, I definitely ended it in a weird way, but it's to make way for a whole lot more action in the upcoming chapters!
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