Chapter 6

The Sorceress was impressive, even Viceroy had to admit that. She had managed to rewire the entirety of the production line of the factory in the entire time that he and his boss, McFist were held captive.

Viceroy's musings were interrupted, as another Robo-Ape fell on one of the facility's conveyor belts, "That is messed up!" Viceroy shrieked as more and more fell from above. The reason for this odd behavior from his own creations, he pondered, was likely the Sorceress' doing. She used her magic to reprogram the Robo-Apes to bypass their safety limits allowing them to work overtime, but at the cost of degrading their mechanical integrity. Still, luckily their parts were heading straight towards the recycling plant.

The mad scientist cringed as the disturbing sight persisted, "To be made, destroyed, and remade to do the same thing," granted he and McFist hadn't been the treated the Robo-Apes in the most humane manner but there were always limits, that was precisely why he made the infamous Strike mode in the first place.

The facility's speakers began to blare with staticky tapping from the microphone causing Viceroy to wince, as the tapping sound stopped only to be replaced with the scratchy voice of his boss, "Uh…is this thing on?" McFist coughed to clear his throat, "Viceroy! The Sorceress is looking for you!" Viceroy rolled his eyes and slowly dragged himself up to the office, as though knowing his intentions, McFist angrily called him out, "Don't keep her waiting, Viceroy!" Viceroy groaned and hurriedly complied.

McFist's office had seen better days with some parts of it now in complete disarray since the Sorceress' take over, the office reflected the sorry state of the head of it too. With a tattered business suit and burnt hair, McFist himself had been tending to the Sorceress' personal whims assisting her with only the most important matters.

"A little closer," The rough and raspy voice of the Sorceress ordered. "Is that close enough?" McFist asked as he tiredly pulled the hem of the office curtains, the Sorceress looked around the office inspecting McFist's attempts at interior design and shook her head disappointingly, "Just a bit closer." McFist complied pulling on the hem once more, closing the curtains completely blocking out any source of natural light, the Sorceress pleasantly nodded, "Perfect."

"Perfect?" McFist asked in a shocked manner, "You could've just asked me to close the curtains! You shoo- "Before McFist could finish his ham-handed insult, he covered his mouth as he realized that the Sorceress had her eyes on him. "Er…I mean, you have such an eye for decorating?" McFist nervously corrected himself, as the Sorceress smiled mischievously, "I know I do, my eight-hundred-year-old eyes have seen far beyond what you can, now where is that assistant of yours?"

McFist rushed towards the still functioning microphone on his table, "Viceroy! Get your butt up here or else I'll- "His words were cut off by the voice of the scientist in question, "Or else you'll what? Take away my nonexistent vacation days?" McFist began to growl at Viceroy's provocation, until the Sorceress raised her hand causing the both of them to freeze up in fear.

"Viceroy," the way the Sorceress had said his name made chills run up his spine, "Come here, I require your assistance in figuring out which of your…" The Sorceress paused as she tried to remember the term that Viceroy had told her a few minutes ago, only for her sentence to be finished by an arrogant McFist, "You mean our WNDs?" The Sorceress nodded, "Yes, your WNDs, it appears the McFist here," pointing towards the rounder of the two, "Has only known failure so much that he can't tell which of his works actually contain any quality."

The subtle jab towards his boss caused Viceroy to snicker only to be suddenly nudged by the man's robotic arm. Letting out a sharp cough, Viceroy composed himself, "So you want me to review which WND we can against the ninja again?" It was a questionable strategy, the ninja learned at an exponential pace, given that he managed to adapt to several of his strongest inventions. The Sorceress sensing his hesitation spoke explaining her intentions, "Some of them can be improved upon, not every attempt requires a waste of resources and time," she then pushed the tablet in her hands towards Viceroy who inspected the contents of the tablet.

Displayed on the screen was a file pertaining to his WNDs, though it was only opened half way through stopping at a specific invention of his, "Mood juice?" Viceroy asked in surprise, "What's so special about my mood juice? Besides the fact that I made it of course," he added gloatingly. McFist rolled his eyes, "The only thing special about that thing was the fact that it got beaten by the ninja twice! And the second time he beat it with a stupid lullaby!"

"Enough!" the Sorceress pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, "I want you to produce and make as much of it," the witch then took the tablet away from Viceroy's hands and began scrolling to the top most portion of the catalogue of weapons, "Alongside these Robo-Lizards," then shoving the tablet back to the mad scientist.

"Robo-Lizards and mood juice? What are you planning?" Viceroy's inquiries were met by the Sorceress' glare, and a push from McFist as he began to push the mad scientist back into the production line. "Don't worry, Sorceress, we'll get the stuff that you want…" McFist then turned towards Viceroy once more, "As soon as Viceroy here gets back to work!"

"Wait," The Sorceress then focused her attention on Viceroy, "Keep looking through your catalogue of equipment, there may be other inventions that can ascertain our victory." Viceroy merely nodded, as he and McFist left the office. With the two men out of earshot, the Sorceress began to whisper to herself, "Soon, my love, our vengeance will come."


"So, are you sure that Sorceress can be trusted?" Viceroy asked the man that continued to push him. "Viceroy," McFist stopped and stared him straight in the face, "All I know is that I can trust her to ruin the feng shui of the place, you know what I'm saying?" As McFist joked about his ruined office space, Viceroy merely raised his eyebrow questioning his boss's behavior but before he could voice his own opinion, McFist pulled him close and spoke in a hushed tone, "I'm not sure if I can trust her, but all I know is that if you don't do what she wants, she will blow us and everyone else up."

Viceroy replied shocked at the audacity of McFist, "I do what she wants!? We don't even know what she wants to do! And also, am I going to do everything for this? What about you?" McFist groaned, "Fine, I'll do what she wants too, are you happy?" Viceroy whined, "I'm never happy, well the last time I was happy was when you took us all out for Whoopie World again." Before McFist could retaliate, more Robo-Apes fell from what was seemingly the sky, the man sighed, "Fine, I'll take you, and what remains to Whoopie World after all this is over." Viceroy cheered, "I finally get to see the only thing that I made with love again!" referring to the amusement park's one of a kind mascot.

Viceroy's victory was short-lived as McFist coughed, "Don't forget to check your catalogue for some old stuff, and delete some of the massive failures while you're at it, don't want to give the boss any reason to start firing the staff." His boss then walked dejectedly back to the office to entertain the Sorceress once again.

Viceroy sighed, "And the heavy lifting goes back to me." He began to scroll through the database reviewing some of their highlights, though given how much they lost against the ninja it'll just be a lowlight reel.

Another long day indeed.


Debbie Kang knew that there was something going on between the pair of teens sitting on her lunch table. The twirl team's purple haired member had been a mess since their first class, as though her mind was elsewhere, though that was hardly cause for concern since Miss Ringwald kept droning on about her homelife now that she had officially married her childhood sweetheart.

Slow mornings aside, Debbie noted that the twirler had forgotten the one thing that made her a twirler in the first place, it appeared as though the girl was going to miss practice for the first time in their high school lives. It was funny to watch her panic for seven minutes until Theresa managed to find a spare baton in her locker.

Theresa's odd behavior however paled in comparison to that of the jacketed teen sitting across from them, one Randy Cunningham. The boy was a mess in their language class, well…more of a mess than usual, as he read a passage from a romantic novel that made him stutter for thirty straight minutes becoming a laughing stock and enraging their teacher, Mr. Bannister again. Debbie surmised that had Randy's best friend Howard had been there, the whole event would've been caught on tape and posted all over the internet.

Still though, the sight right in front of her was quite show, as Randy and Theresa kept avoiding eye contact and constantly failing as they each glanced at each other at the same time. It was like one of those romance movies that she's always made fun of, and much like those movies, it was getting very tiring.

"Alright!" Debbie's sudden shout surprised her two lunchmates, "The tension is so thick I feel like I can cut it with a knife so spill, what's happening between the two of you?" The two stammered simultaneously forming an incoherent response driving the journalist up the wall, "Okay! This is clearly not working, and I've interviewed people with no teeth before. No. Teeth." Debbie composed herself and decisively pointed to Randy, "Alright, Cunningham, you go first."

"Why do I have to go first?" Randy whined. Debbie deadpan stared at him, "Because you're wonking up our dynamic, and I hate you." Randy groaned and raised his hands in surrender, "You really want to know, Debbie Kang?" Debbie nodded, while Randy could see that Theresa was shaking her head in fear of what he was going to say, "I…" Randy deep in thought tried to come up with an excuse, "I… forgot to give Theresa her umbrella back and I just didn't know how to tell her." Theresa let out a breath while her best friend was terribly disappointed, "That's it? That's actually it? I'm putting the two of you apart for the sake of my sanity" Debbie said as she pulled Theresa away from Randy, "Cunningham, your stupidity is infectious, I can't risk it hurting the best member of the twirl team."

"H-Hey, don't be so harsh on him," Theresa said in defense of Randy, "And besides, if it hadn't been for him, I definitely would've gotten sick from the rain instead." Debbie smiled, and Theresa knew what that meant, she had given her a clue. "From the rain you say?" Debbie began to speculate, "It rained in the early evening, meaning that you two likely had a romantic night stroll," at the mention of the word romance the two teens immediately began to overreact which simply added fuel to the fire. "Given how hard you're trying to act normal towards each other today, I'm willing to bet that something spicy happened," Debbie's assumption caused both teens to glance at each other and both slumped their shoulders in embarrassment, allowing Debbie to give them an ultimatum, "Either give me the deets, or I'll make you give it to me."

Randy scoffed at the journalist's threats, "Or what?" Debbie pulled out her phone that had a play notification on it, "Do you really want to know, Cunningham?" Her seemingly innocent question made a chill run down his spine, but before Randy could formulate a response the school alarm began to blare and he made a run for the nearest exit.

As Randy escaped her questioning, Debbie screamed, "You wonkin' coward I'll get you soon enough Cunningham!" He knew that she'd catch him soon enough, but knowing that he managed to get away from Debbie's scoop albeit temporarily still made him chuckle to himself, as he wrapped a red and black cloth on his face.

"Ninja escaping awkward conversations swing!" The ninja proclaimed as he anchored his scarf on the school's flagpole and landed onto the rooftops of the building to get a better view of the action.


It was a purple glowing fly, what in the ever-loving juice was this? "What's the buzz? Get it? Buzz?" A joke that was heard by the fly as it attempted to attack the ninja, which was promptly swatted away, and into the panicking crowd causing it to grow, "Is Viceroy running out of ideas? Using mood juice again?" The ninja grabbed hold of the expanding fly that reacted to the panic surrounding its chaos and threw it against a nearby station wagon vehicle.

"My car!" The ninja winced as the principal of Norrisville High yelled out as the impact caused his recently repaired vehicle to get destroyed. Before the ninja could apologize, the fly grew exponentially in response to the emotions of their principal. However, the insect decided to change its target and honed in on the distressed principal.

"Uh-oh," the ninja pulled the principal away using his scarf, "Ninja principal save!" The fly adjusted its trajectory and flew in the direction of the two. Before the ninja could prepare a counterattack, the principal pulled down on his scarf and whispered to him, "Make him pay ninja! You make him pay!" The ninja pulled his scarf back, annoyed that he was disrupted, "Alright, alright, let go of my scarf!" The mechanical insect was closing into them, and so, the ninja immediately pushed the principal away from him and focused on his hands.

The black coloration of the ninja suit shifted to a predominantly red color scheme as he yelled out, "Ninja Tengu Fireball!" From a gigantic ball of fire was released from his palms, hitting the insect and destroying it from the inside out. The ninja ran towards the remains of his fallen foe, "That was disappointing, still though, letting that fluid get on something again would've wonked up my day again."

The crowd began to cheer as the ninja finished inspecting the scraps, "Thank you! Thank you! And remember to bring some bug spray, it's that time of the year again!" The ninja joked though Bucky cut through the crowd's cheers with his usual zinger, "Insect season zing! Zing!" The victory of the ninja was short-lived as his pockets began to flash; the ninja groaned as he was being called by the Nomicon once again. He retrieved a black ball from his pocket and proceeded to drop it on the floor, "Smoke bomb!"


The ninja pulled out a large book from his suit and asked, "Are you going to congratulate me on a job well done, cause it's either I'm getting good, or McFist is just going to wonk city if you get what I mean?" The ninja's bragging was only met with even more flashing, "Okay, I get it! Sweet cheese, you'd think this thing would be able to ask nicely," the ninja opened the book and schloomped into the Nomicon.


Randy fell through and ripped several pages of the Nomicon on his way down until he landed on a rocky path. He looked to the distance to see that a samurai was fighting bandits on the road. The samurai sliced one of the bandits causing the other bandits to run and hide while the samurai gave chase.

Randy followed suit as the samurai entered a forest where it lost sight of the bandits. However, instead of being saddened by the turn of events, the samurai began to gloat about beating them. However, unbeknownst to the doodle, the bandits had prepared a trap, as the samurai stepped forward into a covered pitfall. The bushes from the surroundings began to ruffle, as figures jumped from within them and they began to laugh at the samurai that they had trapped.

The purple haired teen was not pleased, looking for any way to help the trapped samurai, and as he peered down the pitfall, words began to take shape.

Defeat can be a trap that has yet to be sprung

Randy rolled his eyes, "If you're talking about McFist's fly, it's all cheese now! McFist thought he could beat me again with the same thing again, but I'm not falling for the same thing, not now, not ever, Nomicon." The surrounding doodles expressed collective disappointment at his arrogance, but Randy remained oblivious to it. The trapped samurai took advantage of this opportunity and jumped up, took hold of Randy's arm dragging him down to the pit and back to reality.


The ninja blinked his eyes open, and sat up looking at the still open Nomicon, "I'm just saying you've got nothing to be worried about," Randy's assurance only caused the book to slam itself shut. Before Randy could rant about the Nomicon's behavior, his ears began to tingle, there was something behind him.

On instinct, the ninja pulled out one of his sai, "Ninja sai throw!" To the ninja's surprise, his sai had actually hit something, an invisible robot, "Robo-Lizards? What is this some sort of robot reunion?" As the ninja inspected the machine, it began to release pink goo from within, dissolving the metal remnants of the machine. This behavior confused the ninja causing him to place his hand underneath his chin in a thoughtful manner, "Why would McFist send a robot that cleans itself up?"


Through sheer coincidence, McFist echoed the same question as the ninja, "Why would I send a robot that can clean itself up?!" In his anger, McFist slammed his prosthetic arm on his table causing it to crack. Viceroy only shrugged his shoulders, "I told you that mood juice and the cloaking tech in the Robo-Lizards don't mix, once mood juice is broken free from the containers it completely degrades the Robo-Lizard's machinery and when the liquid from the robot is exposed to strong emotions, it also causes a delayed-" Viceroy's explanation was dismissed as McFist's continued to fume, "If I wanted to see liquid ruin my stuff, I would've just let Bash have another party here in the office!" Exasperated, Viceroy sighed, "Look, it wasn't my idea, it was hers," Viceroy raised a finger and pointed it towards the Sorceress who was intently staring at the screen, with a smile on her face.


The ninja was currently in a bit of a bind, apparently McFist had decided to send more than one Robo-Lizard to the school. Feeling them out using his enhanced senses was easy enough for him, honestly it was too easy. "These guys are too easy, are you even trying?" The ninja's aggressive tone caused the mood juice within the Robo-Lizards to react, improving their invisibility and decreasing the noise they made.

A palm met the ninja's face, "I just had to ask," groaning, the ninja closed his eyes to focus on potential sounds and scents. He sliced more and more of the Robo-Lizards and decided to forgo his usual routine of yelling out his moves, it was too much of a risk to let these things detect a hint of emotion from him. It felt odd to him though, swearing that he'd never do this again, luckily a majority of the school staff had already entered McFist's emergency facilities so no one would know that he was fighting so lamely.

After slicing what seemed to be the last Robo-Lizard, the ninja slumped his shoulders, "I guess the Nomicon was right, really shouldn't have let my guard down, well at least it's over." The ninja's musings were interrupted as a familiar scent of metal and the pink liquid entered his nostrils from a much farther distance, "The city?" With the realization that the threat was yet to be over, the ninja swung towards a nearby school bus that only had one occupant on it. It was a man with a brown cowboy hat, and his trademark red hair, "Drive me to the city, citizen!" The masked hero ordered as he landed on top of the bus.

The man merely tipped his hat, and smirked, "Hold on tight." As he nonchalantly stepped on the pedal of the bus. The wheels of the bus began to whir, and screech as they created traction against the road, the bus went forward with a burst of speed leaving a cloud of smoke in its trail as the ninja headed towards the city.


A/N: Hey everyone, Somi here! Sorry for uploading the chapter a bit later than my normal uploading time but I just got busy and a bit under the weather this week. I also wrote another fanfiction for Murder Drones because I got like really into Murder Drones this week. Like, I just got sucked into a black hole for the show…

I also did a massive oopsie on the tags on AO3, so sheesh. But anyways, expect a slower flow of content from here on in, I'm having a bit of writer's block for the next few chapters. But I have a destination, so let's hope that I can make the next chapters work.