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Usagi Yuichi: You Can Either Manage Your Caffeine Addiction or Fight a Mass Murderer From 500 Years Ago

This is just a little sneak peek from my new fanfic, it's a ROTTMNT x Usagi Chronicles crossover, and I have *some* plans for this one. Muwahaha!

Breathe in, breathe out…

There was no time for hesitation, no time to show any weakness, just grip your sword tighter and be ready.

Breathe in, breathe out…

The smell of the fire was getting to him, burnt wood and something unidentifiable choked his nose, it made his eyes fight back tears, made his stomach twist and turn in a sickening way.

If he was a lesser man he would have emptied his stomach the moment he set foot into this town. But thankfully he was not.

Breathe in, breathe out…

Usagi remembers visiting this village just a few months ago before the first snowfall, it was lively. Children were running down the streets with food in hands and masks on their heads. Parents and other adults were chatting, gossiping about the latest happenings of the small town. There was a festival, Usagi remembers, with a big giant pyre in the middle. It was charming, with a gentle feeling that grasps at his heartstrings. Jotaro would have liked it, he thought then, especially the decorative masks that laid on the small heads.

He can’t help comparing it to the before and the after. Now, most of the buildings in the outer ring were charred, a couple of their roofs caving in on themselves, a skeleton of what they were supposed to be. But surrounding him some of the fire still lingers, greedy with hunger. A wood crack under the fire behind him, if he was a lesser man he would have snapped his head to the side or maybe even jumped in fright. But he forces it down, forcing himself to block out all the noise and the distractions and focus on the enemy ahead. The smoke of the destruction blocking what would be a nice spring day, added with suspicious stains on the ground, was enough for Usagi to deduce what may have happened here.

Breathe in, breathe out…

So many candles have been burned out in such a short time, and for what? Was it really all for some grandiose delusions of being a messenger to the gods?

Breathe in, breathe out…

There was no time for hesitation, no time to show any weakness, just grip your sword tighter and be ready.

Behind him, the sound of wood cracking met his ears, but this one had a peculiar sound to it that made his ears perk up. There was a heavy force behind that crack, and though the force of a fire is great, it was never enough to make that sound.

Before he knew it, Usagi snapped around, sword at the ready, right in time for him to block the katana in his foe's grasp. The wolf let out a snarl, his milky white eyes showing the deepest depths of hell, promising Usagi that he will have a slow and torturous death.

The rabbit gave out his own snarl, pushing the wolf back with as much force as he could, kicking his legs to force the crazed swordsman to make room.

“Miyamoto Usagi,” The wolf said, taking his time to roll the vowels of his name. “I am honored by your presence, many of these sinners have proclaimed you of being the greatest swordsman in edo. And though pride is beneath me, I would like to test that theory.” There was something off about his smile, Usagi decided, one that reeked of bloodlust, something unbefitting of the wolf he used to be.

“Jei, please put down your weapon, you are not in the right state of mind at the moment.” Usagi tries to do this peacefully, truly he did. And it seemed like the wolf may be contemplating his offer.

But Usagi’s hope was dashed when the wolf shook his head. “I unfortunately can’t do that, Miyamoto. So much sin in this world and no one to purify it. The gods have given me the honor of being their messenger, they gave me the ordained right to purge this world and I intend to honor their wishes.”

“Even if it means cutting down innocents?” The rabbit questions, positioning his sword on the offensive.

Jei licked his lips, “I never cut down the innocent.” grimacing in disates as he sheathed his sword and pulled out a spear from behind his back, “Only those who have sinned and support the sin and unfortunately, you seem to be both of them.” The wolf shot off like a lightning bolt, quick and unyielding. Usagi barely had enough time to switch to a defensive position right before he had to block the blade from nicking his face.

The rabbit used the momentum from his dodge to then quickly disarm his opponent from his spear, careful at making sure the blade was far enough away from him. Unfortunately, it seemed that Jei had predicted what he was doing, twisting his spear in the process and getting out of his grip.

Usagi cursed in his mind, quickly jumping away to get more distance between them, just stopping when he felt the hot flames of the fire raging behind him.

His situation was dire, not only was he fighting against an opponent who seems to favor long-distance, but there was nowhere for the ronin to run too. He was well and truly cornered.

But Usagi forced himself to slow his breathing (breathe in, breathe out…) blocking all of his doubts and worries and focus on the task at hand.

Jei went and feinted right, Usagi blocking it. Jei did the same thing with Usagi’s left side and just like before, he blocked it as well. But he didn’t waste his chance.

Taking a risk, Usagi grabbed the shaft in the middle, using all his strength to twist, forcing Jei and him to switch positions. Usaigi even tried to forcefully pull the spear from the wolf’s grasp, but here this is where Jei drew the line. Usagi can feel him gripping the spear tighter and any minute now Usagi would have to let go.

But Usagi knows that this will make him lose the fight, he can’t let go of the spear. Besides, he didn't need to.

Usagi acted quickly, gripping the shaft in one hand and swinging his sword in the other. It was a precise blow, one that Usagi had mastered with great efficiency; it would have cut both of Jei’s hands off if the wolf didn’t hesitate. And not wasting this opportunity, Usagi pulled the spear out of the wolf’s grasp tossing it far behind him and into the fire, the wolf didn’t even have time to shout before Usagi’s sword pierced his chest.

The wolf looked up to the rabbit with a shocked look on his face, slowly slumping down when the energy was draining out of him, until finally…

Breathe in, breathe out.

“I hope you find peace.” Wherever that may be, he silently added. He closed the wolf’s eyes with his hand before looking around the area.

“You can come out now!” A boy barely the age of majority, poked his head from behind one of the burnt down houses. He was a dog with simple farmer’s clothing, looking lost at the destruction of his village.

“We are too late.” The dog’s eyes began to water with unshed tears as the situation finally seemed to get to him. Usagi solemnly nodded, there was no point in denying it, after all the best course of action is to feel the grief freely before it changes you in anger and revenge. He had learned that lesson the hard way.

“I am sorry that there is nothing more I can do.” Usagi says, making his way to the cursed spear. The dog looks at him with wide eyes.

“Miyamoto-san, you have done more than enough, I just wish I was enough to save them.” Usagi opened his mouth to say something, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement.

Without thinking, he shoved the spear towards the dog, the young man taking it with confusion. “Miyam-!”

“Run, go!” He felt something piercing his side, red hot searing pain pulsing in his insides as something long and cold slid out of his body. His body falters, but he forces his legs to be strong, pumping the last of his energy into them. He turns around to see the wolf smirking at him.

“You really think you could ever kill me?” Jei’s blade was soaked in blood, his haori caked in it, matching Usagi’s new stain.

“I think you may have forgotten, rabbit, but I was blessed by the gods. Nothing can kill me.” The wolf let out a scream, arching his sword high in the air before swinging it down. The last things he saw were his brown eyes staring back at him.

Usagi Yuichi woke up with a gasp, tumbling out of his bed and flinging Spot from his spot. His pet let out a ‘yip!’ in fright, shaking his head to chase away the stars.

Meanwhile Usagi groans, rubbing his forehead before looking at his darkened room.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just a dream.

#fanfic #writing #rottmnt #yuichi usagi #miyamoto usagi #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rottmnt: divergence #This came to me in a dream

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neveah-llama · 19 days

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I will believe in a god if it's a four-legged creature in fur and can meow.

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neveah-llama · 19 days

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And the Everything In Between- Amity Park, America’s Most Haunted Town? (Not Clickbait)

Hey, this is just one of my future chapters coming out in the next couple of days. This is a Wesley Weston-centric chapter (because I just love the little goofball) and I wanted to post this because I had a fun time writing this! You don't have to read my fanfic to understand it btw, so it should be enjoyable for everyone! Hopefully, I wrote him right, lol.

Enjoy!

Something is going on within the town called Amity Park, but is it all just a weird coincidence or something else more sinister? Wes Weston is on the case.

[the video starts with static, before clearing up and showing a clip of a forest fire]

“Destruction.”

[The video goes to static again before switching to a video of an earthquake.]

“Chaos.”

[The video goes staticy again]

“And-”

[The screen is static before it shows a low resolution video, hands were covering the lens before it went back to static again.]

“ Come on, you worthless-!”

[You could hear something hitting the camera, showing this time a blurry video of a person with orange hair before going to static again.]

“Piece of-!”

[The camera fizzes in and out a couple times.]

“Junk!”

[It settles on a blurry figure, before it slowly starts to tip over.]

“No. no, no, no, no!”

[ It falls]

“God, my parents are going to murder me…” someone mutters.

[the camera fizzes out one more time before it settles on an up close blurry figure. After a couple of minutes, the resolution changes to a more clear resolution. It’s a teen, around the ages of fourteen or fifteen. The boy has an unkept orange haircut, and green eyes.]

“Alright, just one last tweak here and…”

[ The boy smiles leaning back from his chair, to reveal he is wearing a basketball jersey, he smiles before shining a flashlight to his face]

“And, death!”

[Cheap sounding thunderclaps rang as the teen boy flicked his lamp desk light on and off. He did this for a couple of seconds before throwing the flashlight away, pushing the desklamp away and giving the viewer a serious look.]

“My name is Wesley Weston, and up until now I was just like you all, living blissfully in my ignorance until I caught evidence of these!”

[Wesley then shoved a couple pictures up towards the camera, all blurry and hard to see. The first being a blurry cloud of blue mist surrounding a school, the second a silhouette of what seems to be a giant robot with the night sky behind it, and the third, well it seems that his thumb was the main focus of that picture.]

“Evidence that Amity Park is not just a normal town. Oh no,”

[The boy sets the pictures down before giving off a low chuckle.]

“See, it is so much more than that. For the past two months I have been collecting evidence that something is going on with this town, something even the local government doesn’t know of yet.”

[Wesley rolls a corkboard with tons of blurry pictures and red strings looping them all together all pointing too…]

For you see folks, Amity Park, the site of an ancient hell hole connecting the living with the dead! It has been recorded since ancient times, long before colonizers took-”

-Pause-

The Wesley on the screen stopped mid-rant, before a tanned finger came into view and turned the computer screen off. Once it did all Wesley could see was his reflection, staring back at him with a bored stare as the principal put her computer away.

Principal Ishiyama simply stared at the fourteen year-old, Wesley was pretty sure it was because she thought she knew more than him, when in fact she did not.

“Mr. Weston,..” She pursed her lips almost as if she was contemplating something, “It seems that your uh…hobby is getting out of hand.”

Wesley couldn’t help but scoff, “This, Dr. Ishiyama, is not a ‘hobby’,” Yes, he did air quotes, “I am simply informing the public about the truth of Amity Park!”

“By calling the settlers of the 1800’s colonizers?” She deadpanned as lift an eyebrow.

“I said what I said,” Wesley sniffed. He even allowed himself to smirk when he heard the principal mutter an agreement.

But, the principal sill voiced out her meaningless concerns, “Regardless Mr. Weston, these videos spread misinformation, you can’t just say this stuff without proper research- which you do not have when it comes to ghosts!” Wesley rolled his eyes at that comment. Sure that’s what she thinks, but she doesn’t have an observant bone in her body, not that it’s her fault though. It has taken years for Wes to hone his skills till they were on point. Besides, he has photographic evidence.

“And of course, you’re not listening to me.” The bell rang in time with the principal’s deep breath and when it was all over Principal Ishiyama gave Wesley a hall pass.

“Just go to class, we’ll talk about this later.” Wesley simply nodded, thanking the principal for her time and walked to his last period of the day, World History, one of the only classes he likes.

He gave Mr. Lancer his slip of paper, just as the mid-forties man was finishing up roll-call. The teacher didn’t bat an eye with him though, most likely because he was use to Danny’s frequent tardiness. Like now for instance, Danny’s seat is empty and he’s going to come in in three seconds…

“Ah, late again Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Lancer didn’t even pose it as a question, while the out of breath teen wheezed out a ‘here’ before slumping in his seat.

Tch, typical Fenton, honestly.

“Right, as we have been doing for the past couple of days, we will be finishing off our presentations. Mr. Weston, you’re up.”

All right, he has this in the bag! Wesley walked with confidence from his seat to the front of the classroom.

Truly, he has been working on this for the past four days.

He inserted a flash drive into one of the plug-ins into the computer, while the computer was warming up, he turned off the lights of the classroom and turned on the projector.

Did he mention he also skipped sleep for two of those days?

“Alright,” He whispered once the projector came to life.

“Friends, enemies, the bully who makes my life miserable.”

“Hey.” Dash said, waving his hand.

“I would like to ask you a question: Do you feel like Amity Park is safe? A quote-unquote safest town in all of America?” He waits a couple of moments before continuing.

“Well I think not, for you see something has been forming in the shadows, something sinister, dark, and ones that reeks of death. People-!” He takes the clicker away from Mr. Lancer’s hands and clicks to his powerpoint.

“I present to you the 10 reasons why Amity Park is a gateway to Hell!” His classmates were all gaping with awe and obvious interest.

But then Star had to ruin it.

“Uh, Wesley…it says that there’s three hundred slides to this powerpoint.”

“Oh that’s great, you could count. Anyways- before I get to reason number one, we must first know about the background.” He clears his throat, “As you can see according to the-”

But before he could continue, the lights turned on, he was about to yell at the person who was responsible for it, only to gulp when it was Mr.Lancer standing next to the light switch. “Mr. Wesley, it appears you have misread the project parameters, I specifically assigned you to the formation of the Byzantine empire. But I do love the spirit.” Mr. Lancer said as he wrote something on his pad of paper.

“Does this mean I get an A?” This, for some reason, earned a laugh from Mr.Lancer.

“Hardly, F-.”

“What-”

“Say anything more and I’ll see you in detention.”

“But, I have photographic evidence- look!” He quickly took out the three pictures from the MiTube video out of his pocket. Whether it was an act of mercy or plain curiosity, his teacher took the photos and eyes them critically.

“Mr. Weston, this is just your thumb.”

“Yes it is my thumb, but if you look closely right at that left corner you will see a-”

“That is two weeks detention, Mr. Wesley.” Wesley couldn’t help but shout at the sky, how dare the education system fail him!

#danny phantom #wesley weston #writing #fanfic #danny fenton

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neveah-llama · 20 days

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I'm too tired to come up with a clever name, but I always have enough energy for worldbuilding :D

I think one of the things that pulled me into the RC9GN cartoon was its history. During the time it was airing, I was just coming out of my American History hyper-fixation phase and when I learned that 1) Norrisvile has been around for 800 years, 2) the city has its roots in Japanese culture (at least from what I remember). And 3) ITS BEEN HERE FOR 800 YEARS, well at least anyway since during that time-travel episode it looks like a fully established village. And that has always interested me since the pilgrims didn't arrive like the 17th century. But the Vikings had stumbled upon it in the eleventh century so yeah.

Anyway, I just think it's something cool to think about and how it changes America's history. I kinda dabble on it in my ninja profiles but I could always go ahead and talk more about what I think if you are interested. :)

#fanfic #rc9gn

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neveah-llama · 20 days

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Ayo, So What's With the Doodle-Ninjas?

So, in the show, 'The Ultimate Lesson' takes a person's memory of their time as a ninja and uses those moments to create lessons and give info to the next Ninja. And while the 'Secret Nine' says that 'The Creep' doesn't choose which person is the next ninja, I like to think he at least has some input since he's 1) immortal and 2) is really the only constant connection to the real world for the Nomicon.

But as we have seen in the show, the 'spriit of the ninja' or whatever has chosen wrong before (unless MacAnfee was just the nicest person back in 1985, and if that's so then sheesh, I pray for those teachers). So I wanted to create my own thing, a council of five ninjas to protect the nine chapters of the Nomicon, they are the last line of defense for the book and have the final say on who gets to be the next Ninja.

They are not real people, they are simply memories, they do not grow and evolve, they are simply ghosts of the memories that were taken from their host. Hopefully, that makes sense.

Under the cut are just short personality profiles of the Guardians of the Nomicon.

This is in order of name given.

LARRY COBBLER

Ninja from 1615-1619

oldest ninja on the council of guardians

Really clumsy

During his time as a ninja he almost set the town on fire, it was one time but both past and future ninjas agreed that the boy is a menace and danger to society.

Also, he's a little shit.

His family came from Vikings who got shipwrecked up North, so guess clumsiness runs in the family ig :/.

BIFF JOHNSON

Ninja from 1985-1989

The ninja after MacAnfee- sheesh

Was a football quarterback and it shows.

Though he may be mean at times, he's pretty selfless.

Was Norrisville High's 'golden boy'

Responsible for fixing MacAnfees mistakes, well most of them.

The family moved from New York to Norrisville when he was 13.

LUCY ORTEGA

Ninja from 2011-2015

The Ninja before Randy

born hard of hearing

very kind but was the type of person to punch first and ask questions later.

Was part of the chess club and even was president of it.

A very outspoken individual, always participating in and even planning protests at the high school.

Also a proud vegan.

A proud Puerto Rican

AMANDA RIVER

Ninja from 1861-1865

Likes to be addressed by her last name.

The family participated in the Underground Railroad.

While Oklahoma was a territory at the time and supported the Confederacy Norrisvile was very much a 'neutral' territory and was a stop for many during the Underground Railroad era.

Is part of the Shawnee tribe

Was into medicine and often took in injured animals.

Was very much into the passive teachings the Nomicon taught.

Soldier-Ninja AKA; MARY BARNES

Ninja from 1945-1949

Brother served in WWII

Wanted to be just like him

No-nonsense girly

Had morals similar to Steve Rogers

Loved comic books, even if they may seem tomboyish- but it's fine because Mary labels herself a tomboy.

Mother's Family has been in Norrisivle since the beginning and Dad's family has been here since the late 1800s to early 1900s

#rc9gn #original character #fanfic #the impossible adventures of the phantom and the ninja

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neveah-llama · 1 month

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Lmao okay my turn lol

My gender is not the same but it’s still the same and it’s still the best

Okay and now for the other peeps 🐥

@killingmyfavcharacterbcilovethem @hitokshellart @virgilisspidey

Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.

My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done

@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid

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neveah-llama · 1 month

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Drew a scene from turquoise mythology au :>

#nooooo #the owl house #not my baby boy #whyyyyy

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neveah-llama · 1 month

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Spread The Word, My Dudes!!

‼️ATTENTION TUMBLR USERS‼️

📺 🚨 Emergency Broadcast 🚨 📺

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neveah-llama · 1 month

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To Become a Superhero You Must do One of Two Things: Get Robbed or Die :)

Hey, I'm the author of 'The Impossible Adventures of the Phantom and the Ninja'. I just thought I could start publishing some chapters of my work to other sites. Here's chapter one of my fanfic- I hope you like it!

Name: Randy Cunningham

Grade: 9th

Title: What I did during my summer break

My summer started out the same, me and my bff (best friend forever) Howard played the original Grave Puncher Trilogy. We played for five days straight (NEW RECORD!!!), beating all 182 levels before I had to be dragged to camp for the rest of the summer.

Yeah you heard that right, I go to summer camp. It’s the kind of camp you would see in those old slasher movies, it has busted old cabins, surrounded by a creepy forest, and filled with reject jocks and wannabe populars. It reeks like an 80’s B-rated horror movie and I wouldn’t even be surprised if some psycho serial killer is out loose in those woods. I’ve been going to this camp since I was six years-old, my mom claims it’s so I could, ‘get out of the house and breathe some fresh air for a change,’ personally I think it’s because she wants to make my summers as miserable as possible.

But other than the porta-potty swirlies, getting dumped into the lake in the middle of the night, and other horrors I face on a daily basis, it’s not all that bad. I have a friend there that makes camp a little more tolerable, his name is Danny Fenton. A few things to know about him is that he loves space and lives somewhere in Illinois, his mom used to attend this camp with my mom when they were kids, it’s part of the reason me and Danny know each other. And like every summer for the past eight years, Danny and I have been dodging campers and too-cheery counselors for eight and a half weeks straight until all the campers come together and have a huge campfire by the lake. It’s probably the only time Danny or I are not being chased.

Usually, after returning from camp I like to just hang out with Howard again, and play Grave Puncher until I’m dragged back to school. But something epic happened! See it started a couple days after I returned from camp, I just pre-ordered the new Grave Puncher video game that’s coming out in November, just left the Game Hole where I was hanging out with my biffer, and was busy talking to Danny…

“I’m sorry your parents are building a what?” Randy could hear Danny face-palming on the other side of the phone. Something heavy banged somewhere in the background making his friend on the phone let out a heavy sigh.

“I said my parents are building a ghost portal- a freaking ghost portal!”

“Dude, that’s so bruce.” Randy said, partly because it annoys Danny whenever Randy talks in Norisville lingo and secondly because he believes Mister and Missus Fenton are the cheese! They are full-time ghost hunters and are literally ripping a hole in the fabric of reality! He really hopes that Danny’s parents will let him come over next summer, maybe even give him a summer internship too.

“No Randy, this is not ‘bruce’, in fact it’s the opposite of 'bruce'. Do you know how long they have been building this? Since I got back from camp! And for the past week it has been non-stop drilling, I can’t even sleep at the house with all the noise coming from the basement!” Danny let out a huge breath, “It’s just going to give Dash and his friends another reason why they should keep shoving, ‘loser Fenton’ in stupid lockers once school starts again.”

Okay so Randy could see why Danny is being such a grump when it comes to this, he really does, after all, if Bash and his friends started poking fun at him having a mom that’s a ghost hunter he would be a little embarrassed about that as well. But that doesn’t mean he won’t stop thinking that his friend’s parents are the coolest.

“Okay first of all you are not a loser,” Randy argues as he unlocks the door to his house, taking off his shoes and heading towards the kitchen, man he’s hungry. “After all you’re not the one with a keytar, remember?” Just as he was about to open the fridge, he spots a sticky note with his mom’s handwriting, she’s going to be gone for the next couple of days. No surprises there really and that just means Randy will get to have the left-over pizza all for himself-cool.

Danny’s laugh snaps Randy out of his thoughts, it wasn’t a sarcastic or bitter snort that comes out of him so he’ll definitely call this a win, “Yeah I guess you’re in even worse shape than I am, I’m definitely praying for you buddy.”

Randy takes it back, he would rather deal with Danny being a grump than this, “Hey, you were supposed to say, ‘No, you aren’t a loser Randy, you’re too bruce to be one.’” He tried to mimic his friend’s voice but it only got a snort in return. He rolled his eyes, taking out a McEnergy (Now with 110% more caffeine!) before going up the stairs and towards his room.

“You know I can’t lie well.” Danny says, and Randy was about to open his mouth, only to stop once he opened the door.

Did a cowboy just jump out of his window?

Shit, was he being robbed?

“Randy, you there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. But I think I’m going to have to call you right back.” He hung up on Danny before his friend could say anything else. He did a quick scan around the room, noting that anything that has some sort of value was still in its place, which confused him even more and put him on edge. Should-should he call the cops?

His eyes landed on something that wasn’t in his room before. Laying innocently on his table was an ornate wooden box, it was smooth and shiny, with intricate designs forming a circle with a golden insignia in the center that almost looks like a ‘G’ on the lid. It looked like it should belong in a museum, or in his grandma’s attic back in Japan.

Now Randy may not be the smartest person on the earth, but he has watched a lot of horror movies over the years, and when there’s a mysterious almost ancient box just sitting innocently in your room, it’s almost never a good thing. He should just dump it in the swamp, or sink it into the lake just right outside the city, it’s what a smart person would do.

...

But then again Randy was not the smartest person so he just had to open the box.

“The Ninjanomicon…” The words slipped out of his mouth before he even knew what he was saying, which weirded him out a little but he quickly brushed that aside when he threw the weird book over his shoulder. He looked down at the box to see if there was anything else and there was. He felt his heart stop when he saw a familiar red and black mask with a note attached to it.

You are the Ninja, It read.

Wait, hold on.

Pause for a minute.

He’s the Ninja?!

“Oh. My. Sweet!” Randy didn’t hesitate to put the mask on his head, the mask glowed and strange symbols encircled him, turning into strands of red and black cloth and enveloping him in an awesome suit. Meanwhile his mind was cycling through hundreds of years of fighting knowledge within seconds, power was seeping into his body, he felt more energized, and felt like he could do things he couldn’t dream of!

He couldn't believe this.

He, Randy Cunningham, is the Ninja, the sworn protector of Norisvile!

Just wait until he tells his friends about this, Howard is going to flip out and he could rub it into Danny’s face that the Ninja really did exist! But just as he was about to get his phone to call Howard about it, he saw one more note at the bottom of the box.

You can’t tell anyone.

“Aw, now that’s wonk!"

And the sucky part is that I can’t tell anyone, not even my bff Howard. Not because he has a big mouth (which he does-sorry Howard). I mean I trust Howard that he won’t tell a soul about my secrets, but the box did say that, ‘I can’t tell anyone.’ Maybe I could just tell Danny? I mean he doesn’t even go here and I know without a doubt that he won’t tell a soul, especially not after the summer of 2010. I still get chills thinking about it.

“Alright, pencils down!”

And now I’m starting to think this wasn’t the best topic for my essay, nice job Cunningham, you’ve only been a ninja for a week and you’re already screwing it up.

Meanwhile in Amity Park:

Danny was tired, absolutely freaking tired.

Danny let out a yawn as the English teacher, a middle-aged guy named Mr. Lancer, continued to drone on about…something or other. The fourteen year-old can’t really seem to find the energy to care what his teacher was talking about. Too busy trying to stay awake in order to avoid getting in trouble on the first day of school.

Mr. Lancer was writing something on the board when Danny had to shake his head in order for his eyes to open. A few of his classmates looked at him weirdly before going back to doing anything that doesn’t include writing down what the teacher was putting up. Some were texting on their phones under their desks, or passing notes when Mr. Lancer’s back is turned, or in Dash’s case aiming spitballs at people’s heads.

Danny felt something slimy hit the back of his neck followed by a few snickers from the jocks behind him. Great, Danny has only attended high school for only two days and he already hates it here.

The bell rings and sighs of relief fill the room as students pack their bags and rush out the door, ignoring Mr. Lancer’s scolding about how he’s the one who dismisses students, not the bell. But it fell on deaf ears and soon the English teacher gave up muttering something about needing to eat lunch anyways.

“Yo Danny!” Danny turned his head to see his best friends, Sam and Tucker, walking towards him from their respective classes.

Danny let out a yawn, “Hey guys.”

“Jeez, you look like a wreck.” Sam gave him a look of concern as she walked past Danny to shove some books into your locker.

“Yeah, your parents still working on that portal?” A couple of students who overheard Tucker let out a couple snickers, making Danny sigh. Just like Danny predicted, the moment he stepped into school he instantly heard jokes left and right at his expense. Mostly about how his parents latest project will blow half the town to smithereens. It’s really not that unusual compared to the other comments he heard before, but just once Danny would like to have regular parents, who have regular jobs, so that way he could have a chance of a social life. Is that too much to ask?

“Yeah,” Danny let out another yawn as the trio made their way towards the cafeteria, “it’s gotten to a point where Jazz and I are sleeping up at the Opt-Center, which somehow is worse than dealing with all the construction down in the basement.” He rubs his back absentmindedly, still sore from sleeping on the floor for the past three nights.

“I still don’t get why you just didn’t ask to go stay over at Tucker’s.”

“Yeah man, is it because of the meat sweat? Cause Foleys don’t do meat sweat.” That earned a snort from Sam as they turned a corner,

“Oh yeah? What about that time-”

“We do not speak about that time!”

“Guys would you just cut it out!” Danny snaps. Both the goth and the tech geek stopped their argument to blink at Danny in surprise, even Danny was surprised at his own outburst. Guilt starting to swell at the bottom of his gut. “Sorry. Look, you guys can go ahead and grab some food, I’ll just be outside taking a nap.” Without another word Danny turned around and made his way to the field.

It took a while for Danny to find a secluded spot outside, especially one where it was far enough away from the football field so Dash wouldn’t see him, but once he did find a spot, it didn’t take long for Danny to close his eyes and get a quick nap in.

Only for it to be ruined by his phone ringing. A very familiar ringtone grating at his ears.

At first he ignored it, too busy enjoying the nice early-autumn breeze. Eventually it stopped and Danny was able to fully enjoy the peace and quiet, soon he felt himself getting more drowsy and was about to fall asleep when his phone rang once again. A part of him wanted to ignore his phone, turn it off so he could have some peace and quiet for the rest of lunch, but he decided against it. He knows that ringtone anywhere, the annoying peppy tune that made Danny’s ears bleed and glared at the phone in annoyance.

Stupid Randy and his stupid ringtone.

Danny picked up the call on its third ring. “What do you want?”

His friend snorted, though it did sound a little out of breath, “Rude.”

“You would be too if you had to sleep in the Opt-Center for the third night in a row.”

“Please, I won’t be able to sleep until I try every single invention your parents created. Your parents are ghost hunters dude- ghost hunters! That is like the brucest thing ever!” There was something weird going on with Randy’s voice, it sounded like it was muffled with something. But that’s not Danny’s concern at the moment, right now Danny wants this conversation to be done so he could at least sleep for the last twenty minutes of lunch.

“Yeah sure, I think you’re the only person in the world who thinks being real-life ghost hunters are ‘bruce’. Anyways, is there a reason why you’re calling me?” And disturbing me from my well deserved nap?

That made Randy pause for a moment, “Oh right, forgot for a moment.” Right after he said that, a huge BANG! Could be heard on the other side of the line followed by a huge roar that made Randy let out a shriek and Danny to pull his phone away to save his poor ear drums.

“Uh…everything okay over there?” Now, Danny knows Randy is a trouble magnet, he’s known the dude since he was like six, but this sounds a lot more dangerous than Bash and his friends chasing Randy down the hall. He might actually be concerned for the guy.

“Oh yeah, I’m doing awso- OOF!” He sounds like he just slammed into some lockers, it made Danny winced. Randy let out a groan, before pausing and muttering something about how he wasn’t getting pwned. Which made Danny even more confused.

“Right! Okay,” Randy grunts, “so I have this friend…named uh Reginald-yeah! And he may or may not have recently found out that he is the next protector for his city!” Something heavy pounding on the floor could be heard on the other line, luckily getting further away as Randy kept talking.

“Okay…”

“Yeah so Reginald Bagel- yup that’s his name- Reginald Bagel is the new hero for the city with little to no experience and now he’s fighting a monster and he doesn’t know how to beat it!” Somewhere in the distance something roared. Randy let out a nervous chuckle.

“Thoughts?” Danny had to process this for a minute, trying to figure out what the hell Randy was talking about. “I’m sorry what?”

A huge crash was heard on the other side and there was that roar again, louder this time.

“Just answer the question!”

“Okay, okay fine!” Danny thought for a moment, “Okay so is there a tutorial?”

“What?” Heavy pounding was heard on the other side of the phone, getting closer but Danny pressed on.

“You know a tutorial, how to hero 101, instructions, anything?”

"OH MY JUICE! I forgot the instructions! Thank you so much Danny, I owe you one, bye!” With a ‘click’ the call ended leaving Danny’s head swirling around with questions, that phone call made him antsy and on edge. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep, much less focus for the rest of the day when he’s too busy worrying about his friend. And of course this was a perfectly good time for a stream of cold milk to be dumped dumped right on top of his head, followed by snickers of the last person he wanted to see at the moment.

“Whoops, sorry Fen-turd, I guess I must have mistaken you for a trashcan.” That earned a couple more snorts from Dash’s friends.

“Eh, I’m pretty sure it’s a common mistake, especially with that kind of fashion sense!” Paulina butted in. The group of jocks and cheerleaders continued to laugh as they walked away. Leaving Danny soaking in a pile of milk.

“Great,” Danny mutters as he shook his head to get some of the excess milk off, “This day cannot get anymore worse, right?”

“AHHHHHH!”

So apparently Danny was wrong, it can get so much worse.

Let’s set the scene shall we?

At 3:30 pm Danny, Sam, and Tucker took the bus to Fenton Works, in order to study, do some homework, decide that’s dumb, and spend the rest of the evening playing video games.

At 3:48 pm, the trio of friends went inside. They said hi to Jazz, who was busy getting homework done, battled an army of possessed hot dogs in the fridge to get some snacks, and planned on heading up to Danny’s room to take advantage of the quiet for as long as possible.

At 4:00 pm, Jack Fenton barged into Danny’s room dragging all the kids down to the basement, where Mr. Fenton gave a speech about his hardships, setbacks, and his love for fudge, before unveiling the finished ghost portal.

At 4:15 pm, Jack would have continued speaking for the next hour, if Maddie Fenton didn’t interrupt her husband saying that the sooner he turns on the portal, the sooner they could all dig into Jack’s celebratory fudge.

It’s 4:16 pm, and everyone is waiting with bated breath as Maddie and Jack Fenton finish the last touches of the portal, before putting the plug in. For a second it seemed like everyone was holding their breath and Danny couldn't help but feel excited. His parents were about to tear a hole in the fabric of reality!

Except instead of a big flash, there was a small spark and then nothing.

Around 4:45 pm, after almost thirty minutes of trying to find the mistake, to correct any miscalculations, anything and everything to make the portal work, nothing had any effect. Finally, Maddie let out a sigh and said that they should stop and continue to work on it tomorrow. She said sorry to the kids and guided Jack upstairs telling him that they will just break out the failure Fudge instead.

It’s 4:46 pm, Jazz left soon after their parents did, leaving the trio of fourteen year-olds alone in the basement lab. While Tucker and Sam were taking a look at the lab, as this was probably their third time down there, Danny can’t seem to stop staring at the portal. His parents worked on this for almost two weeks, with years before that saving up money for the materials, and years spent on calculations dedicated to this stupid contraption. He’s angry that after all that work his parents put into it, it still didn’t work.

It’s 4:50 and after four minutes of looking, Sam had an amazing idea, a wonderful and awesome idea. And while Danny did have his doubts and was a little nervous, Danny could admit he was a little curious. So he donned a hazmat suit that his dad gave him for his fourteenth birthday, ripping off the embarrassing sticker of his dad off his chest before stepping into the skeleton of the ghost-portal. Or Fenton-Portal as his dad called it. He was about five steps in before everything went to shit.

At exactly 4:51 pm, Danny tripped on some wiring. Not wanting to land face first on metal flooring, he leaned his weight onto one side, not knowing that his hand touching the wall was actually pressing the on switch. Danny heard a little, ‘click,’ and before he could really process it, he was instantly shocked with painful volts of electricity. It was burning him alive, sizzling his insides, and making him numb to everything but pain.

Pain.

PAIN.

“AHHHHHHHHH!”

He closed his eyes in pain, it sent his breath away, made him feel his heart stopped beating, and then all he saw was white. His head was all spacey, and floaty, numbing the pain.

At 4:52 pm, the portal stopped buzzing and instead of an empty hole in the wall there was a swirl of neon green, a dull hum in the air, and a fourteen year-old kid stumbling out of the portal.

“DANNY!” Sam and Tucker both shouted, diving towards their friend to break his fall, Sam was on the ground with Tucker landing ungracefully on top of her. She let out a muffled "Oomf!" from the unexpected weight, she expects another weight on top of Tucker, only for it to never come. Instead, she felt something cold and weird flowing past her making her shiver. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a passed out, white-haried Danny. It surprised her so much she let out a scream and shoved Tucker out of the way.

“What the hell!” Tucker shouted, his arms flailing before landing on his butt. The two teens took a minute to catch their breath, the eerily green glow being the only source of light in the basement. Sam was the first to recover, slowly crawling back to Danny. She took note of his white hair, his inverted-colored hazmat suit, and sickly pale skin, definitely nothing like Danny from thirty minutes ago. But what scared her more was how his chest didn’t move, and that he was cold to the touch- to the point that she feels like she would get frostbite if she just let her hand stay on his shoulder. Fuck, did she just kill her best friend?

“Sam!” Tucker’s shout snapped her out of her thoughts, it made her aware of the unbearable pressure that was clogging up her throat. But she quickly ignored that to turn her attention to her other friend, who was pale from fright, with his eyes widening in horror. At first Sam was confused as to what Tucker might be seeing, until Tucker pointed a finger and Sam’s eyes followed where the finger was pointing at. Sam must have been too stuck in her head to notice neon green eyes staring straight into her soul.

“D-Danny.” Her voice came out as a whisper, she didn’t know what to do and she’s pretty sure she can’t just type: ‘I accidently killed my best friend, only he’s not dead, he has white hair and glowing green eyes. What do I do?’ on google and expect a solid and helpful answer.

“You alright man?” Tucker came in closer, still pale, and still hesitant, but still there. Danny however did not look like he was present at at. His eyes were roaming over everything, but it seemed like he was not processing what was happening. Sam was just about to tell Tucker to call for Mr. and Mrs. Fenton when she heard the familiar sounds of heavy boots storming down the stairs. It seems like that snapped Danny out of whatever he had going on, since his eyes started to widen, and he looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Kids, is everything okay down here!” Jack turned the corner, only to freeze his eyes widened as he took the scene in front of him. Maddie came down a second later, her mouth gaping, and shoulders slumping. Oh god, Sam was a dead, dead girl wasn’t she.

“Uh… Mr. and Mrs. Fenton-”

“It’s not what it looks like!” For a second Sam shot Tucker a glare before elbowing him in the sides, the geek let out a yelp before giving her his own glare.

“The ghost portal…” The Fentons slowly made their way towards the teens, Sam casted her eyes down waiting for the inevitable anger.

“The ghost portal works! Ha-ha, I did it!” If this was anger, Jack had a weird way of showing it, especially with his dance.

“Oh Jack, we must have forgotten to include any calculations on the chances of the portal having a delayed start!” Maddie exclaimed, slapping a head over her forehead as if that was a bigger deal than her youngest child’s changes.

“Delayed starts- hah! Who cares about that, Maddie, when we have a fully working ghost portal on our hands!” Jack’s laugh seemed to vibrate the very walls and floor of the lab. The big man took Maddie into his arms swinging her around as the couple continued to celebrate and laugh, Sam took a chance to look at Tucker only to find he was just as confused as she was. Finally when Jack set Maddie back down on the ground, the woman seemed to take notice of the frozen teens, even with her head covered it was obvious she was a little confused when she looked at the teens.

“Where’s Danny?” Huh? Sam quickly looked down to see she was carrying nothing, but that can’t be right. She can still feel Danny, his tense shoulders, his fidgeting, she could even feel and hear him sucking in breath! But she can’t see him. She turned to look at Danny’s parents, both growing more anxious the longer she didn't answer. And she really doesn’t want them to freak out, cause if they freak out Sam’s pretty sure she will freak out. Luckily Tucker was there,

“Wait, you mean you didn’t see him? He told us he was going out to Smarty-Mart to go get some snacks!” Oh seriously Tuck?! Why would they believe that? The closest Smarty-Mart is almost two miles away! The adults were quiet for a moment, just staring at the two visible, and one invisible, teens. Sam couldn’t help but fidget under their gaze. And just when Sam thought they were about to demand where Danny actually is, both parents smiled, and Sam let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Well, alright then!” Jack said as he dragged Maddie up the stairs with him as they celebrated their working ghost-portal. When they couldn’t hear their voices anymore did Tucker and Sam allow themselves to turn back to where Danny was supposed to be. At first Sam saw nothing, just her hands holding nothing. Then she saw something starting to appear, it was like watching something with a bad TV reception, all staticky and at times hard to see, but then Sam saw neon green eyes, white hair, and a black and white hazmat suit. And just when Sam could see Danny clearly, a bright light circled around Danny making both Sam and Tucker shield their eyes and take a step back. When the light faded, Sam was met with a familiar blue-eyed, black haired teen with a white and black hazmat suit.

No one said anything, they were just three teens staring at each other in an almost catatonic state. A phone vibrated off to the side, it was Danny’s phone. Without thinking Tucker took Danny’s phone, unlocked it and stared at the screen.

“Uh, your dad wants you to pick up some more fudge while you’re at the store.” That seemed to snap Danny out of his trance.

“What the fuck just happened!”

It was exactly 5:12 pm when Danny calmed down enough to sneak out of the basement and head straight towards the direction where Smarty-Mart was. It took Danny an extra hour to get there and back due to his new…abilities, kicking in at the most inappropriate times. In his hands he held a bucket of his dad’s favorite fudge, and some other things to make it seem like he actually went to the store for him and his friends.

It was 11:15 pm and Sam and Tucker were still talking about the portal incident to make sense of it all, while Danny just stared at his untouched candy, waiting for everything to just make sense. And when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, Danny took a quick look to see that Randy had texted him. And while he knows it’s a bad idea to let his texts go unanswered, Danny just couldn’t. So he turned off his phone, tossed it to the other side of his bed, and continued to stare at his candy.

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