First off, Experiment 541 isn't mine he belongs to the Great Red Dragon
*applause* Also, I don't own anything here except for: Experiments 471,
314, 602, 386, 593, 597, Pish, and Quek.
This story was on hiatus for awhile (glad that's over) and now I'm back! Hopefully I'll be able to update this as often as I did the other three. Happy reading!
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Life in Jumba Jookiba's laboratory on Turo was great. Oh yeah, it was paradise. Unless of course you choose not to overlook the fact that there were some three hundred or so experiments running around and one in particular that was a bit too cowardly than what was good for him, but I'll get back to that.
You see, the lab was divided into five parts: Jumba's private living area, the main lab, the kitchen, the restricted section (entirely off- limits), and another area that was usually referred to as "the Dark". The Dark was where Jumba's first 313 experiments were preserved and stored, the one's that didn't survive. Why there were only 313 and not 314 no one knew. Jumba refused to talk about the missing experiment. If someone asked, he would fall silent and ignore them. The reason that everyone called it the Dark, was simply because the lightbulbs had never been changed, thus it was always dark.
Now, back to the story. The Dark, that's where Experiment 625 found himself (the cowardly one before mentioned), being pursued for Heaven knows why by a large yellow experiment that he hardly even knew. Just how he had ended up running into the Dark, 625 had no clue. In fact, he avoided it as much as possible. "I can't help it that I'm slightly ungraceful!" he screeched, but the bully bore down on him. 625 circled around a crate or two and dove through a small, plain door. The bully hit the door with a thump, sending 625 reeling and the door slamming shut.
He rubbed his head and looked at his surroundings. A brightly lit hall stretch out behind him, dark doorways lining either side. He scrambling to his feet as the door clicked behind him. Pulling at the handle told him easily that it had locked. He started down the hallway scowling. "Peachy. Save my butt just to get caught in the restricted section." The light faded gradually as he strolled deeper into his prison. "Why is everybody always raggin' my behind anyway? I never did nothin' to them." 625 tried to keep himself from looking into the dark rooms as he passed. He tugged nervously at one the tiny ears that hung to his shoulders, his aquamarine fur bristling. "Who's there?" he growled. Well, he meant to growl, but it came out a squeak. Maybe he was imagining things, but then he heard it again! Footsteps, straight ahead in the shadows.
"471, is that you? Remember, I've got a strong stomach but a very weak heart..." he was starting to panic (A/N I told you he was cowardly, and I say that with a great deal of affection. Then again I'd be scared too.) 625 held his arm behind his back. "I-I've got a charged blaster!" the "thing" stepped out of the shadows.
"Do you REALLY think that's going to work?" 625 fainted.
***
"593!" Jumba Jookiba's voice rang through the main lab. 593, her shaggy red chest heaving, raced through a group of gathered experiments, gray tail streaming out behind her.
"What!? What's the order!?" she burst into Jumba's office (which was basically a number of obstacle courses designed to train experiments). Jumba turned as she entered, his eyes narrowed impatiently. He pushed her outside and closed the door, muffling the crash of a breaking wall. "What was that?"
"Nothing. Just training." Jumba handed her some money. The stronger experiments were always tested rigorously. No one was allowed to see them until they were deemed fully trained. It was yet another of Jumba's silly rules. "Remember," he instructed. 593 waited patiently. "Stay out of sight. I ordered fried Nakku and ipay from the Happy Turonian down the street. If delivery is late, NO TIP!"
"Got it." 593 took the money from him carefully and picked a tiny satchel up off the floor to hold it. With a wave of her paw, she disappeared down the hall.
***
"I hope you got some for me too." Jumba rolled his eyes at the small white experiment. She was lounging on her absurdly long tail, which was coiled beneath her; her black tipped ear was cocked jauntily. This was 471, the exception to that silly rule mentioned earlier.
"Of course!"
"Really?" 471's ears perked up instantly.
"No. You are experiment. You will eat with the others." 471 scowled and turned to the obstacle course in front of them, where 541, a small, blue experiment, was currently plowing towards them. Jumba scribbled a few notes on his clipboard.
"541 is surpassing my expectations."
"I'll say, what with you popping out experiments right and left." 471 shut her mouth when Jumba pulled a small remote control out of his pocket with a scowl. (A/N if you want to know, go read "Before Perfection" by the Great Red Dragon)
"It's not just for him, you know." Jumba said, quite satisfied with her obedience. He pocketed it again and turned toward the door. "I'll be back, is been while since I hear any breaking equipment. I should make sure no one is dead..." he left through the door, pulling it closed behind him. 471 sat looking at it before getting up and wandering over to the obstacle course. 541 had paused in Jumba's absence, apparently seizing the opportunity for a rest.
"Hey..." 541 didn't really look at her, but for a brief glance. "I said 'hey.'"
"What?" 471 raised an eyebrow.
"You in a bad mood?"
"No." that was all he said. She rolled her eyes; it seemed like this conversation was going nowhere. 541 caught her off guard with a sudden question: "What's it like out there?"
"Huh?"
"Out in the lab with all the others." 541 was staring at her expectantly. "I know you've been there."
"Yeah, yeah I have. It's...crowded." 541 pricked his ears.
"Oh really? That's too bad."
"Why is that too bad?" 471 asked, a little confused.
"...I'll never see it." 541 turned away from her.
***
625 wasn't sure what had happened, all he remembered was being chased. It took a few minutes for his head to clear and he remembered where he was, but it took only a split second for him to realize that he wasn't alone. 625 sat up slowly, a thin blanket falling from his shoulders. He was still in the dimly lit hallway and a soft voice was humming behind him.
What fear he had actually felt upon awakening left him as he turned round. Right in front of him, totally unaware of his attention, was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She stroked her long, emerald ear thoughtfully. Sighing, she turned to him, her sapphire eyes widening.
"You're awake!" she smiled, 625 was startled to realize he had forgotten to breathe. "I'm sorry if I scared you. Are you okay?"
"Uh.....y-yes. I'm 625" he said when he had his wits about him again.
"I'm 314!" 314 said enthusiastically, but her smile quickly faded. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you see, I was being chased........."
"Oh, I understand." She interrupted, somewhat sadly. "I'm glad you got away, but you shouldn't stay here any longer. The Professor will be angry."
"Professor? Oh, you mean Doc." 625 was a little puzzled at this, but he wasn't feeling as awkward as before and decided to ask a question. "Are you all alone here?" 314 had started to turn away, but she stopped.
"Are YOU all alone?"
"I asked first!" 314 stared at him expectantly. He shrugged seriously. "Well, in a way." 625 sighed. "I don't have many friends in the lab, if that's what you mean."
"Why is that? You seem nice enough."
"That's not what they think. I've got a total of one friend. Everyone else.....I guess I get on their nerves." 314 watched him searchingly.
"Yes. I am all alone." She said it as unemotionally as she could (625 was able to catch that) but a slight quiver in her voice said otherwise. She swiftly disappeared into one of the dark rooms. 625 hesitated before calling after her:
"You know.....I don't HAVE to leave."
***
In the building's main lobby, a tiny string dangled from the ceiling. On one end of that string was a small satchel, jingling slightly as it was lowered. On the other end 593 was clinging to the ceiling, almost invisible with her gray fur in the shadows. The delivery boy was standing right outside the door, but it appeared as if he didn't know what to do.
"New guy." 593 thought. She swung the satchel to hit the door. The boy finally seemed to understand, and within seconds he had made the drop off. 593 waited until he was gone before climbed down to collect her things. She slung the now bulging bag over her shoulder and began dragging it to the elevator.
It was then that she caught it: a faint scent from outside. Glancing around the dark lobby, her eyes fell on the door behind her. Outside, a tall, reptilian man was watching her. 593 began to panic. Throwing the food aside, she took off at a run. But she hadn't gone more than a few steps when she felt a sharp prick on the side of her neck. Desperately, 593 clawed at the tranquilizer dart, but it was too late.
This story was on hiatus for awhile (glad that's over) and now I'm back! Hopefully I'll be able to update this as often as I did the other three. Happy reading!
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Life in Jumba Jookiba's laboratory on Turo was great. Oh yeah, it was paradise. Unless of course you choose not to overlook the fact that there were some three hundred or so experiments running around and one in particular that was a bit too cowardly than what was good for him, but I'll get back to that.
You see, the lab was divided into five parts: Jumba's private living area, the main lab, the kitchen, the restricted section (entirely off- limits), and another area that was usually referred to as "the Dark". The Dark was where Jumba's first 313 experiments were preserved and stored, the one's that didn't survive. Why there were only 313 and not 314 no one knew. Jumba refused to talk about the missing experiment. If someone asked, he would fall silent and ignore them. The reason that everyone called it the Dark, was simply because the lightbulbs had never been changed, thus it was always dark.
Now, back to the story. The Dark, that's where Experiment 625 found himself (the cowardly one before mentioned), being pursued for Heaven knows why by a large yellow experiment that he hardly even knew. Just how he had ended up running into the Dark, 625 had no clue. In fact, he avoided it as much as possible. "I can't help it that I'm slightly ungraceful!" he screeched, but the bully bore down on him. 625 circled around a crate or two and dove through a small, plain door. The bully hit the door with a thump, sending 625 reeling and the door slamming shut.
He rubbed his head and looked at his surroundings. A brightly lit hall stretch out behind him, dark doorways lining either side. He scrambling to his feet as the door clicked behind him. Pulling at the handle told him easily that it had locked. He started down the hallway scowling. "Peachy. Save my butt just to get caught in the restricted section." The light faded gradually as he strolled deeper into his prison. "Why is everybody always raggin' my behind anyway? I never did nothin' to them." 625 tried to keep himself from looking into the dark rooms as he passed. He tugged nervously at one the tiny ears that hung to his shoulders, his aquamarine fur bristling. "Who's there?" he growled. Well, he meant to growl, but it came out a squeak. Maybe he was imagining things, but then he heard it again! Footsteps, straight ahead in the shadows.
"471, is that you? Remember, I've got a strong stomach but a very weak heart..." he was starting to panic (A/N I told you he was cowardly, and I say that with a great deal of affection. Then again I'd be scared too.) 625 held his arm behind his back. "I-I've got a charged blaster!" the "thing" stepped out of the shadows.
"Do you REALLY think that's going to work?" 625 fainted.
***
"593!" Jumba Jookiba's voice rang through the main lab. 593, her shaggy red chest heaving, raced through a group of gathered experiments, gray tail streaming out behind her.
"What!? What's the order!?" she burst into Jumba's office (which was basically a number of obstacle courses designed to train experiments). Jumba turned as she entered, his eyes narrowed impatiently. He pushed her outside and closed the door, muffling the crash of a breaking wall. "What was that?"
"Nothing. Just training." Jumba handed her some money. The stronger experiments were always tested rigorously. No one was allowed to see them until they were deemed fully trained. It was yet another of Jumba's silly rules. "Remember," he instructed. 593 waited patiently. "Stay out of sight. I ordered fried Nakku and ipay from the Happy Turonian down the street. If delivery is late, NO TIP!"
"Got it." 593 took the money from him carefully and picked a tiny satchel up off the floor to hold it. With a wave of her paw, she disappeared down the hall.
***
"I hope you got some for me too." Jumba rolled his eyes at the small white experiment. She was lounging on her absurdly long tail, which was coiled beneath her; her black tipped ear was cocked jauntily. This was 471, the exception to that silly rule mentioned earlier.
"Of course!"
"Really?" 471's ears perked up instantly.
"No. You are experiment. You will eat with the others." 471 scowled and turned to the obstacle course in front of them, where 541, a small, blue experiment, was currently plowing towards them. Jumba scribbled a few notes on his clipboard.
"541 is surpassing my expectations."
"I'll say, what with you popping out experiments right and left." 471 shut her mouth when Jumba pulled a small remote control out of his pocket with a scowl. (A/N if you want to know, go read "Before Perfection" by the Great Red Dragon)
"It's not just for him, you know." Jumba said, quite satisfied with her obedience. He pocketed it again and turned toward the door. "I'll be back, is been while since I hear any breaking equipment. I should make sure no one is dead..." he left through the door, pulling it closed behind him. 471 sat looking at it before getting up and wandering over to the obstacle course. 541 had paused in Jumba's absence, apparently seizing the opportunity for a rest.
"Hey..." 541 didn't really look at her, but for a brief glance. "I said 'hey.'"
"What?" 471 raised an eyebrow.
"You in a bad mood?"
"No." that was all he said. She rolled her eyes; it seemed like this conversation was going nowhere. 541 caught her off guard with a sudden question: "What's it like out there?"
"Huh?"
"Out in the lab with all the others." 541 was staring at her expectantly. "I know you've been there."
"Yeah, yeah I have. It's...crowded." 541 pricked his ears.
"Oh really? That's too bad."
"Why is that too bad?" 471 asked, a little confused.
"...I'll never see it." 541 turned away from her.
***
625 wasn't sure what had happened, all he remembered was being chased. It took a few minutes for his head to clear and he remembered where he was, but it took only a split second for him to realize that he wasn't alone. 625 sat up slowly, a thin blanket falling from his shoulders. He was still in the dimly lit hallway and a soft voice was humming behind him.
What fear he had actually felt upon awakening left him as he turned round. Right in front of him, totally unaware of his attention, was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She stroked her long, emerald ear thoughtfully. Sighing, she turned to him, her sapphire eyes widening.
"You're awake!" she smiled, 625 was startled to realize he had forgotten to breathe. "I'm sorry if I scared you. Are you okay?"
"Uh.....y-yes. I'm 625" he said when he had his wits about him again.
"I'm 314!" 314 said enthusiastically, but her smile quickly faded. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you see, I was being chased........."
"Oh, I understand." She interrupted, somewhat sadly. "I'm glad you got away, but you shouldn't stay here any longer. The Professor will be angry."
"Professor? Oh, you mean Doc." 625 was a little puzzled at this, but he wasn't feeling as awkward as before and decided to ask a question. "Are you all alone here?" 314 had started to turn away, but she stopped.
"Are YOU all alone?"
"I asked first!" 314 stared at him expectantly. He shrugged seriously. "Well, in a way." 625 sighed. "I don't have many friends in the lab, if that's what you mean."
"Why is that? You seem nice enough."
"That's not what they think. I've got a total of one friend. Everyone else.....I guess I get on their nerves." 314 watched him searchingly.
"Yes. I am all alone." She said it as unemotionally as she could (625 was able to catch that) but a slight quiver in her voice said otherwise. She swiftly disappeared into one of the dark rooms. 625 hesitated before calling after her:
"You know.....I don't HAVE to leave."
***
In the building's main lobby, a tiny string dangled from the ceiling. On one end of that string was a small satchel, jingling slightly as it was lowered. On the other end 593 was clinging to the ceiling, almost invisible with her gray fur in the shadows. The delivery boy was standing right outside the door, but it appeared as if he didn't know what to do.
"New guy." 593 thought. She swung the satchel to hit the door. The boy finally seemed to understand, and within seconds he had made the drop off. 593 waited until he was gone before climbed down to collect her things. She slung the now bulging bag over her shoulder and began dragging it to the elevator.
It was then that she caught it: a faint scent from outside. Glancing around the dark lobby, her eyes fell on the door behind her. Outside, a tall, reptilian man was watching her. 593 began to panic. Throwing the food aside, she took off at a run. But she hadn't gone more than a few steps when she felt a sharp prick on the side of her neck. Desperately, 593 clawed at the tranquilizer dart, but it was too late.