Real World, Real Hero (Rc9gn fanfiction)

The Stank

The words rang in Randy's head as he found himself back in the stall. He couldn't make anything out of them. He was so tired, angry, confused and sad that he didn't bother to care.

What he did care about was that he felt...different. In a bad way. He didn't feel like he was Randy Cunningham any more. He didn't feel like he was the Ninja. Something was wrong.

Randy burst out of the stall and stared at the bathroom mirror. The boy in the mirror had black hair. His eyes were slits. Randy gasped. "No." What was happening to him? The Nomicon never explained this kind of thing before. His emotions began to waver crazily, like a scarecrow on a bucking bronco.

That was when the teenager saw it coming out of the pipe.

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"Despair." The Sorcerer lifted his head, smelling the air. He began to nod approvingly. His rat friend did not squeak nor did it even move around. In fact, it was sitting still, its paws pressed together in silence. It was acting as if this stanking- this particular stanking- was important and solemn.

"Confusion. Anguish. Rage. Loneliness. Fright." The Sorcerer was growing with glee. "Isn't this a lovely concoction? Well, well," he continued, pausing to sniff the air again. "It seems as though our next agent of chaos has never been stanked before! What a nice coincidence that we are going to introduce this traditional method to him."

An evil grin spread across the Sorcerer's face. "And...My, my, I smell...Tengu blood. This fellow has meddled with the ancient, evil magic of the demon bird! An old friend, old allies...Yes! This calls for a...unique event. Let us welcome him to the chaotic world of stanking."

Without further ado, the Sorcerer gathered from the deepest depths of his Hole his best red stank and allowed it to go up the pipes.

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Randy Cunningham bolted out of the toilet before he even stopped to think. Because he didn't need to think to know what that was. Red stank. And there could only be one person, one special, person who deserved the honour of being stanked by red stank. The Ninja.

He had seen it, seen what it could do and where it came from. If that stank threatened to destroy the Ninja Nomicon, he could only imagine what it could do to the Ninja.

Randy ran. He just kept running. He had to get away from the school, black hair and slit eyes. They didn't matter now. All that matters was that he had to escape from it.

The stank burst out of every little opening that existed. Within seconds he was surrounded by it. Randy yelped in horror and tore down the corridor.

It was getting nearer and nearer towards him. Beads of sweat rolled down the teen's forehead. His legs didn't stop moving. Left, right, left, right, as fast as they could go.

Randy didn't stop until he saw where he was. He froze. It was a trap. He was standing right before the oh so innocent carp's eye. The Tengu's demonic scream seemed to call from the sacred stone.

Randy looked around wildly. There was nobody in sight. Ultimate wonk. The stank gathered to form a cloud edging closer to him. It picked him up and thrashed him on the Stone.

It broke.

"Oh f-"

But before he had time to finish swearing, Howard burst into the front door of the school. He yelled in shock at the sight of his best friend. "CUNNINGHAM, I'M GONNA GET YOU OUTTA THERE!"

Randy didn't reply. The demon bird swept out of the Sorcerer's Stone and did the worst thing imaginable: combine with the red stank and dive into Randy's nose and ears.

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And, a cliffhanger! Sorry it's kinda short this time, but I mainly wanted to focus on the stanking, cause, ya know, it's not your usual one. So, peace out and turn the page, people!

Discord11 out!