I prefer the term "proactive."

Numbuh 1 of the Kids Next Door. You're in or you're old; choose wisely. [Check out my pages!] [Sidebar image is the work of Scotto Benson!]

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“What do you know about this?!” Nigel pointed his  weapon at the teen with one hand, using the other to hold up a picture he had printed from surveillance footage of what seemed to be himself. 

“Why is there someone who looks like me walking  around, and what is Father trying to accomplish by having him confront me? I bet you had something  to do with this personally, didn’t you?”

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       ❛ do i LOOK like as if i were made of metal? ❜ whatever this was—          it certainly had a decent grip on his actions. thoughts racing through          his mind, he begins to go over the possibilities. there was no way it          could be his negative counterpart — —- he wouldn’t of been able          to hold this act for so long without messing up. not to mention they          had closed the portal between their worlds for good. so this had to          be something else…

         looking straight back into the other’s eyes, he glares, preparing for          any kind of surprise attack this thing might pull. ❛ you might as well          drop the act and tell me WHO you are— you aren’t going to fool          anyone. ❜ it was likely someone would be using this duplicate to           infiltrate his team, but he had faith that they wouldn’t be tricked by          such an obvious fake, if that WAS their indeed intention.

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     “I know what you’re doing,” he shot back, reaching into his         back pocket.  “You’re trying to wear me down so I’ll give up         and stop trying to get to the bottom of this. But if they wanted         to build another Nigel Uno, they should have remembered that         he doesn’t know how to give up!”

             Nigel--the Nigel he was, the real Nigel--hurriedly pulled out the        SCAMPP and pointed it at the imposter. One quick blast from it       should be enough to sort out whatever machinery was in front of       him. Then he could take this thing home and dismantle it to        observe further.

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She pulled away. Not out of fear but simply because she has no real proof to say that this was the real Nigel Uno.

“How do I know this ain´t a trick? I´ve been around the other Nigel way too long and quite honestly, ya seem really tricky kid.”

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    “Tricky? Abby, it’s me!” He couldn’t help but use her name. Abby      not trusting him felt wrong on a fundamental level--they needed       each other, always stood by each other, and now he had to compete      with some kind of enemy for her trust?                                  This really was a nightmare. 

                “I--okay. Surely there’s some way I can convince you I’m           real. We’ll go to a secluded place where I can be sure there          are no wires, and you can ask me anything. You and I both         know that I’m so careful, no villain alive or dead could have          enough information to put out a fake that knows my secrets.          Right?!”

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“You’ve been deceived, Numbuh 5!” He couldn’t  guarantee that there wasn’t anyone listening. He didn’t even risk an Abby--no, far too personal, best to leave any sign of familiarity out of this until he  could for certain determine who was real and who wasn’t. For all he knew, he was just talking to another one of them right now.

      “Listen,” he said, slowly and watching for her reaction.       “There’s been some kind of...leak. Doubles are popping        up all over the place. I’m concerned about our safety.”

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        ❛ there are two chads and two of me… this CAN’T be a           coincidence. i’m going to have to do some research but           trust me when i say that i WILL figure out who exactly is           behind this whole conspiracy and put a STOP to it! ❜

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“HE--I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT.”

          He slammed a fist down in frustration, hurriedly scribbling something on a           notepad. Damn, these guys were good.

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nigie-uno:

       ❛ me? an android ?? PLEASE, — you’re the one who’s OBVIOUSLY some evil sooper-powered clone made by the adults as an attempt destroy me! ❜

       “Subject A: my belly button,” he countered, briefly lifting his shirt to reveal his proof that          he was not made in some insidious laboratory controlled by the enemy. “I’m sure they            programmed that accusation into you because they knew I’d question this. Go ahead,            throw all of your dialogue at me. Keep talking so I can figure out what kind of                          algorithms I’m working with here. Or is somebody controlling you from the inside?”

He looked straight into the other’s eyes, ready for anything. If they--whoever they were--could hear and see him, he wasn’t about to back down. 

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// anyone order a starter call on gluten free crust

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UNO.

i want nigel and nigel to fight.

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     “Then why doesn’t that other Nigel turn off his targeting        equipment and make it a fair fight, since he is clearly some       kind of shapeshifting android.” 

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This one deserved its own upload

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Numbuh 1, I need advice. My parents are forcing me to eat broccoli! I've tricked them into thinking I ate it by hiding it when they weren't looking. It worked up until now when my grandma came over and found the hiding spot. Luckily, she thinks it grows there, while my parents don't buy it. They're getting suspicious, they don't don't think I hid it yet. Right now they think it's our dog. What do I do?

      Solidarity, my fellow kid. The fight against the adults’ broccoli agenda is a long and hard one. It inspires me to hear that you’re taking initiative, so well done for getting this far. But from the sounds of things, you have been compromised for now. Your only choice is to change gears. 

     If you’d like to shift the blame onto the dog, I would recommend putting other objects in this discovered hiding spot. You know, like, dog stuff. This spot can now become your decoy. Suppliment it with small bits of broccoli every once in a while to keep things consistent, and in the meantime, shift the majority of your actual stash to another spot more out of reach of adults’ prying eyes.

     Additionally, If you’re looking for a place to put hidden broccoli, our Kids Next Door scientists are always accepting donations for experiments. With your help, we may be able to develop a blight that can wipe out crops worldwide and end this menace. Stay empowered until then, and never give up.

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I’m back.

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wait...you have security for your trash ? what you dumping in your trash can anyway ? scrapped blueprints ?

"Wouldn’t you like to know.”

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      With that, Kent’s affected smile fell. So it was going       to be like that? Granted, Kent tended to “be like that”       anyways, so it wasn’t like he was adverse to bitterness.       He had just hoped that the time spent in isolation from       one another would have… Smoothed over any ill will.

     ”No, Nigel, harassing children isn’t in my       job description. Sorry to have made you       think so.” Kent folded his arms across his chest,       prepared to weather out any other insults he       would throw his way. He had time to talk; why       not hear what else was on the teen’s mind?

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"Hm." He shrugged, pushing his glasses up on his face. "Could've fooled me." It was odd even to him to look in the mirror and not see the shades anymore. The thin rims were so light, almost flimsy, and left his eyes vulnerable. It  took some getting used to--but then, everything did after the big 13.

"You know, I've done some reading since I saw you last.  About the way this country is run. And in 4 years or so I'll be voting. I hope you know that this ridiculous enabling of outdated Republican values isn't going to last another generation. Young people know about the mistakes you've made."

Every teenager had to rebel against something. Sometimes you got a tattoo. Sometimes you turned your music up too loud. Nigel wouldn't be satisfied until he had turned the system he lived in on its head.

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going through your trash ? I'm curious what exactly was he doing in your trash ?

"Oh no, I think you misunderstand. Chad would never get into my trash.”

"It’s far too well-guarded."

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hey number 1, have you seen chad ever since your last encounter ?

"In…a manner of speaking."

                   Most people didn’t consider catching a glimpse of someone while                                            going through their trash ‘seeing’ them, but everyone was different.

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"Look, I know Eddy sent you out here so he wouldn't have to talk to me, so I just want you to deliver the message that the Kids Next Door is starting to get a little fed up with how he's cheating kids out of their allowance. Have you got that?"

Somehow Nigel didn't feel he did, judging by the way Ed  wasn't even looking in his general direction.

"Ed? Are you with me here?"