Jimmy Neutron End Credits Novels & Stories

Bonus Scene 2 — Office After Hours Setting: A few months after the main story’s boardroom victory late night, long after everyone else has gone home. The creative floor is dark except for the single desk lamp burning in Julian’s office. Jamie is bent over the large light table in the corner, sleeves rolled up, hair falling into his eyes as he makes final adjustments to a motion graphics sequence for a client pitch tomorrow morning. The clock on the wall reads 11:47 p.m.

"Trevor, get her some water first. She needs to calm down and relax." Trevor promptly fetched a glass of water and handed it to me. Despite my irritation, I accepted it and drank it down in one gulp before returning the glass to him, murmuring, thanks. "Alright, what's the problem now?" I inquired of Jimmy. He sighed deeply, cleared his throat, and began explaining, "We were close to finalizing a deal with L. Carter News and Media Corporation, but..." He trailed off, looking over at Flora, who gave a nod, encouraging him to go on.

The only thing missing was the pair of pearl earrings my mother had left me. I asked the makeup artist, "What about the security footage?" The makeup artist lowered her head. "The cameras malfunctioned this afternoon." What a coincidence. I looked at Tiffany and said, "Give them back." Tears immediately rolled down her cheeks. "Natalie, I really didn't take them." Steadily, I proposed, "Then let's call the police." The moment my words fell, Tiffany's face turned pale. She threw herself toward the wall and screamed, "It's all my fault! I never should've touched your things! I might as well die!"

“Hello! I’m Neo. I compose EDM and I like computer games too. I’m (almost) unbeatable on StarCraft. Even though I’m not the maknae, I’m the one who cooks a big pan of kimchi-bokkeum for the group’s secret late-night snacks.” “Hi, guys! Jared’s the name and rapping is my game. I’m a fitness geek, as you can tell from my figure. And just for the record, I’ve never taken part in any unhealthy midnight snack session. I’m actually the dietician of the group.” “Don’t believe him,” Neo says. “He’s the ringleader.” Laughter ripples through the studio audience. “So,” the host says, “DMG. Not DMZ. What does it mean?”

The outcome was obvious several pages ago. I sign the approval order and set the file aside. The families of the dead will be compensated directly from the Crown treasury. The territory will absorb the remaining costs. I'm not sending grieving families an invoice because two Alphas can't do their job. I reach for the next report when a familiar set of footsteps approaches the office. A second later, his scent reaches me beneath the lingering smoke and cold night air. Then comes the knock. Three measured taps. "Enter." The door opens immediately, and Evan steps inside.

Damon exhaled slowly. “That’s new,” he murmured. The golden light receded back into me — calm now. Present. Quiet. Not a surge. A foundation. Outside the room, footsteps approached rapidly. A knock sounded at the door. “Alpha?” It was his Beta. Concerned. Damon didn’t look away from me. “It’s handled,” he called. There was a pause. Then— “Yes, Alpha.” The footsteps retreated. I slid off the bed carefully, testing my balance. No dizziness.

We are home. THE END

Even Shadow stopped moving. Kael’s eyes remained fixed on Aurora the entire time. Cold now. Terrifyingly calm. The healer hesitated. Mira looked devastated. But slowly, everyone obeyed. Lena squeezed Aurora’s hand once before leaving reluctantly. Shadow growled softly before following Mira out. Soon only Aurora and Kael remained. And somehow the silence afterward felt unbearable. Aurora could still feel the silver light burning beneath her skin. Weakening now. But still there. Kael stood directly in front of her.

He returned to the bedside and picked up the half-peeled apple, acting as if nothing had happened. However, I noticed his hand trembled slightly as he peeled the apple. It betrayed a trace of fear from what had just happened. "Does your hand hurt?" The words slipped out before I even realized I'd spoken. Damien's head snapped up, eyes bright with sudden delight. "N-No, it doesn't," he replied, shaking his head vigorously. Then he held out the peeled apple to me, his eyes full of anticipation. I hesitated for a moment before accepting it and taking a small bite, savoring the sweetness.

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.