I apologize for the extremely long update, hope that this makes up for it.

Also shoutout to the guest who made a joke about Julian wanting to be a mom. Honestly, I don't get it but I made a little scene out of it. Speaking of that, I would love to hear you guy's ideas on how small scenes and be inspired for new ideas for the story.

"Don't worry," Howard huffed as he slowly jogged to the McFist Mansion, "Randy, I'll save you!" The ginger teen reached the top of a hill on the outskirts of downtown to see the mansion more than ten miles away. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Unknown to the ginger, a shadow loomed behind him.

"Why did it," Howard panted, wiping his sweaty forehead, "Get colder right now?"

"We have something to discuss, Weinerman," a voice snarled, dragging Howard by the back of his shirt.

Flailing his arms and his butt dragging on the ground, Howard screamed out, "What is going on!"

When the limo stopped at the front steps of the McFist mansion, Bash kicked open the car door and tried to pull Randy out.

"Come on, purple cutie!" Bash whined, grabbing Randy by the ankles as the freshman held on to dear life on the door handle.

"No! Bash, just let me go!" The poor boy pleaded but unfortunately for him, Bash's brute strength somehow overpowered his ninja strength.

To his surprise, Randy was picked up by the collar of his shirt, face to face with an angry Bash. "Randy, me and you are going to eat food together and you will have a weird-gooey feeling inside you when we talk about me."

At that moment, Randy knew something was wrong. Bash never took anything too personally other than his pranks but right now, Bash had this raw anger in his pink eyes.

Pink eyes. Pink. Eyes. Randy froze for a second as Nomicon arrows wrote the obvious problem in the air, "Bash, do you have pink eyes or am I seeing things?"

Abruptly, Bash dropped Randy and laughed, "You say weird things." As Bash grabbed Randy's hand dragging him inside, the Ninja noticed the jock's eyes go back to normal.

Minutes passed and Randy found himself awkwardly sitting across Bash at a wooden dinner table with a bunch of pizza pies that look really fancy, if it was possible to make pizza look fancy.

Despite the six star pizzas, Bash sloppily ate. And it became more awkward when Randy overheard the robotic staff comment on the situation.

"I do not compute," a robot ape scratched his head, "When did Bash take interest in dating? A better question, who would have any romantic desire for him?"

Another robot ape, filing it's pink nails said, "I don't care but if he marries the other boy that means Bash will not have children with his genetic stupidity."

"That is good; they must adopt a child with brain activity greater than Bash."

A third robot piped in, "Unless Bash wants science to make it possible for male impregnation."

Randy internally groaned and pulled up his hood in shame, muttering, "This cannot get any worse."

"Marci, let me go, I smells pizza!"

Randy dropped his forehead against the table. Worse day ever. Of all time.

The grand oak doors were pushed forward, crushing an unlucky robot against the wall as McFist stormed in with a Marci clinging to his human arm. He sat at the head of the table, his wife still latched to him, and was about to take a bite of pizza when he noticed Randy. "Um, who are you?"

"He's my girlfriend," Bash stated, shoving a bacon pizza in his mouth.

Randy didn't lift up his head when the awkward silence began, but McFist leaned over and asked, "This is a joke, right?"

The freshman slouched back into his chair, "No, it's a living nightmare."

"Awe, this is so cute!" Marci squealed and nuzzled her face with McFist's beard, "With Bashford and his boyfriend getting together it gives of time for us to go on more dates!"

"Marci, I don't think that's a good idea," McFist hesitantly said but was interrupted when Marci cupped her hands around his cheeks.

"Oh Hannibal," the blonde spoken with a vile chill, "You better be suggesting a spectacular date for us and not cowering away from me like you usually do." The woman brushed her thumb against McFist's beard, "It'd be such a shame if your precious bread is shaved, wouldn't it?"

The man froze at the mere thought of his pride and honking joy, his beard, being taken away from him. Losing his beard basically mean losing the most perfect child he'll ever have.

McFist trembled more when Marci started muttering, "Hmm, without the beard, there will be one less layer between us."

Randy watched the strange situation as his archenemy cried for help, "Viceroy!"

Immediately, a mobile McTV wheeled up to the billionaire and the monitor blinked on, in his lab Viceroy asked, "What now?"

"Find the perfume! She's threatening my baby!"

"Your moustache?" Viceroy commented, rubbing his own facial hair, "She really is going crazy for you."

"Just get the perfume!"

"You're the one who lost it!" Viceroy yelled, "And by my calculations, things are only going to get crazier!"

"What does that even mean?" The billionaire asked when suddenly Marci got up to his face.

The lady of the house hissed, "Hannibal, why must you always continue your work when we're together, you should only focus on me!"

"Viceroy, I think I see what you mean," McFist replied, his face paling at the sight of an angry woman, and waved his arm at Randy's direction, "This is crazier than Bash having a boyfriend."

"Come again? Bash having a what now?" The McTV zoomed pass McFist until the screen was in front of Randy. "When did this happen?"

The teen signed, "Yesterday."

"Wow a lot can happen in only two days," McFist commented.

Pondering, Viceroy theorized, "Wait did you say yesterday? By any chance you've seen a pink perfume bottle?"

"I saw something like a pink bottle when the Ninja fought that robot earlier today," Randy admitted, covering up his Ninja identity, "Also before I got here, Bash's eyes turned pink for a second when I got him mad."

"Pink eyes?" The mad scientist questioned, "Oh boy, this does not sound good."

"Why, Bash needs contacts?" McFist guessed.

"No, this is obviously the defects of the love perfume!" Viceroy quickly scribbled notes on one of the transparent whiteboards by his lab table, "From what I've learn, Marci and Bash have become more possessive to whatever they think they desire, meaning you and the boy."

"People desire me; I'm the most beloved man in Norriville." Viceroy and the Ninja rolled their eyes.

"Anyway, they probably used a lot of amount of the perfume, making their heads only have a one track mind of the person they like;" Viceroy examined his notes, "At this rate, their hormones will be in charge of their brain like an animalistic instinct."

"Hey," Bash shouted gaining the males attention while Marci was occupied with nuzzling the crook of her husband's neck, "You should make me a pizza with my boyfriend's face."

Randy bonked his head against the table, "At least he called me a boy."

Even though the school bell was destroyed, everyone at the school knew it was time to leave. In the crowd of students leaving, a certain gothic teen wandered away on the sidewalk.

Zooming pass Julian, a familiar McFist limo drove off with muffled screaming that may or may not belong to a certain purple haired freshman, Julian scratched his head, "What was that?"

Ignoring whatever just happened, Julian continued strolling through the city, his thoughts wondering off to mentally listing his homework to the Ninja of Norrisville. While his feet were on autopilot, Julian took out his cell phone to stare admirably at the screenshot of masked warrior from one of the many Ninja blogs on a website called Kartwheel.

Further into his daydream, Julian didn't take his eyes off his phone when accidentally bumping into a bystander. The gothic teen lost his balance and collapsed over the ginger girl, losing his grip on the phone.

"Get off me!" the ginger yelled shoving Julian off her when his face was smashed against her neck, uncomfortably close to her chest. Out of anger and embarrassment, she took out a small, pink bottle and sprayed it at Julian, "Don't even think about getting close to me ever again!"

The spray created a cloud of lightish-red and both teens inhaled the sweet scent. Julian didn't spare a glance at the girl, glaring at the scratched screen of his phone and the glitch image of the Ninja. "It was an accident and I don't have a beautiful picture of my darling Ninja!"

Julian stormed off, thinking how gingers have no souls and then his thoughts wandered off to a ginger he knew who was always too close to the Ninja for Julian's comfort.

After all, Julian thought, only he should be by the Ninja side. The Goth continued thinking of Howard's relationship with the Ninja and never noticed his eyes turning pink in his phone screen's reflection.

Back with the ginger, Heidi coughed at the strong scent of the pink cloud, "That was not my pepper spray." Heidi continued coughing since her throat remained dry.

"Hey," a voice said, handing a water bottle in the ginger's line of vision, "You look like you really need it."

Heidi received the bottle and started consuming the content. After drinking about half the bottle, she recapped it and handed it to its owner, "Thanks, you're Morgan, right?"

"Yeah, that me," the purple haired dancer confirmed, "And you're Heidi, the girl with the Me-Cast, it's not a bad show. I watch it sometimes."

"Thanks I guess," Heidi said, unsure on why her heat beat was fast and why she was nervous talking to an attractive girl.

"Well, bye." Morgan began walking away, blowing a bubble with her gum.

"Wait! I um," Heidi trailed off and blushed nervously, feeling Morgan's eyes on her as Heidi managed to say, "I'm looking for a new segment on my show and well, maybe I could interview you and your dance team?"

Morgan blew another bubble and popped it, "Yeah sounds good, how about tomorrow at the one, we could met up at the Neo Ice Cream Kingdom."

"Yeah, it's a date," Heidi immediately regretted her words, her cheeks burning as she attempted to correct herself, "I mean, not a date, I mean meeting, appointment, um interview, right it's an interview." Heidi rubbed the back of her neck and sighed, "Totally not a date."

"Heidi," the ginger looked up at the smirking dancer who shrugged, "I wouldn't mind it being a date." Morgan didn't wait for a response and processed to walk away, leaving a blushing, nervous ginger speechless and confused with her sexual orientation and why she thought that her smirk was really hot.

Julian continued his wandering path through the city, only focusing on his ruined image of the Ninja of his damaged phone.

"My darling Ninja," he muttered, rubbing his thumb against the digital Ninja's cheek, "Such a shame that soulless ginger tampered with your glorious picture." An orange blob in front of Julian distracted to look up from his phone, "Oh, it's Howard. It's quite an eyesore to constantly see him by my Ninja." Julian glared at the ginger that was slowly running to the top of the hill, saying something along the lines of saving his best friend. "Why does he always follow the Ninja? Howard shouldn't be worthy of being even in a close proximity of my Ninja!"

The Goth boy walked behind Howard, his shadow looming over the smaller teen.

"Why did it get colder right now?" the ginger panted.

Julian snarled, "We have something to discuss, Weinerman." He dragged Howard away and to the isolated garbage area behind the arcade place.

"What is going on?" Howard got out of Julian's grip and was faced with a pair of glaring, pink eyes.

"You back away from my Ninja, Howard Weinerman," Julian scowled, radiating a dark aura around him, "You always have to get in trouble and have the Ninja focus on you!"

Howard stepped away from the creep, "Look, I'm not trying to steal the Ninja's attention from you," being the idiot he is, the ginger blurted, "It's not my fault that the Ninja saves me whenever a monster attacks!"

"Then maybe the Ninja shouldn't save you at all! My Ninja should be lavishing me with affection and love but no," Julian began twitching and stepped closer to Howard, "imbeciles like you clumsily put yourselves in harms ways and need the Ninja to save you.

"Well, it is the Ninja's job," Howard nervously commented, backing away from the sight of Julian twitching. It didn't help that buildings' shadows gave Julian the presence of horror. "Also you don't have to be involved with everything the Ninja does, right?"

Julian grinned madly at Howard, grabbing him by the shoulders, "You don't understand, my purpose for being on this world is to be the mother of the Ninja's children."

Howard was utterly disturbed at Julian's crazy, obsessed behavior, "Um, you're gonna need surgery for that or something else." He cautiously took Julian's pale hands off him and ran away.

Pink eyes glared at the escaping figure, "Weinerman, you better know that the Ninja is mine!"

With Howard, he texted Randy, skimming over the messages his friend sent for help and replied, 'Dude, you should give up on your crush on Julian. Trust me, it will not end up good.'

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