552 has met his match. An end to all the 552 stories. All.
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I know my purpose.
I don't know how.
I don't know why.
I just know my purpose.
The devil dances with the mortals.
I must stop the dance.
I cannot hurt it.
It cannot hurt me.
But he must kill me.
And I must kill him.
It is to be.
It has been.
It will be.
I am imminent.
Prepare.
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Jumba Jookiba sat behind the blast-proof screen, manoeuvring the mechanical arms that held the explosive chemicals. Normally he wouldn't do this, but he was using Kintoglack. The most unstable compound in the galaxy. Outlawed in all federation systems. One attogram could take out an entire space-station with the power of an atomic blast. (A real measurement attogram being 1/1,000,000,000,000,000,000th of a universal gram.)
"(Am hoping calculations are correct…)" he muttered to himself, tapping the joystick feather-lightly. The arm jerked slightly, the purple liquid in the beaker swishing about slightly. He froze, gritting his teeth. The liquid stilled. He sighed gently. He tapped it into position, closed his eyes and pressed the button.
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Earth, Six years previous.
626, Stitch, bravest experiment on Hawaii, woke up screaming in terror at the scene he had just witnessed.
He became quiet slowly, panting. He ran a clawed hand through the blue fur on his head, thinking about it. He switched his eyes to night-vision, and then sat up in his bed. He glanced towards his human partner, Lilo. She was fast asleep, eyes closed, hugging her doll. He sighed in relief. It would be too hard to explain to her what he'd seen, especially in Turian. He clambered out, dropped onto the floor and went to the lower floor in the elevator. He walked to the fridge, ripped the door of its hinges, took out a soda and replaced the door as best he could.
"(Soda…)" he sighed, gulping it down. He then proceeded to sit down at the table. He sat for a while, trying to remember the nightmare.
He had been underwater…
He was drowning…
He had looked down…
Below him was endless blackness…
He was in de-ep water…
He had looked up…
Above him was a layer of…
Ice…
He was drowning beneath ice…
He had swum up…
Punched at the ice…
Trying to get out…
Something grabbed his leg…
He looked down…
A…
A steel hook was the closest thing…
Was wrapped round his leg…
Another one had grabbed his other leg…
But this one had pierced his leg…
But he felt no pain…
His blood had leaked up…
It had hit the ice…
Turned it a putrid yellow colour…
Turned it into a layer of…
Rotting bodies…
He felt himself hanging from the hooks…
As if the gravity had reversed…
The blackness the sky…
He had seen someone walking towards him…
Over the layer of bodies…
As fast as lightning…
The figure grabbed him round the throat…
Then…
Pulled suddenly…
He had felt a release of pressure in his throat…
He had woken up…
With two blazing orbs in his eyes…
Stitch shivered, rubbing his arms, ears down. That had been the first bad dream he'd ever had. A nightmare, Lilo called that type of thing. He glanced at the window. The sky was a pinkish-gold colour, so it was about 4:30.
'626.'
He looked round quickly, listening.
"(Who there?)" He asked quietly, sniffing the air.
'I am not with you, 626.'
"Huh?" he said, looking around again.
'I know you may not understand, but I need your help.'
"Er…" he mumbled, questioning his sanity.
'Don't worry. You aren't going mad(!)'
"Okitaka…" he said, going along with it.
'Do you know the name "552"?'
"Naga." He said, sitting down.
'He is evil. Not just acting evil, but is evil. And I need your help to destroy him.' Stitch glanced at the bottom of the stairs, worrying, ears down. 'Do not worry. He will not harm your family.'
"Ka-chi no-stee?" he asked, getting suspicious now.
'I swear it.' He thought a second longer, and then nodded.
"Ih. Baga seega." He said finally.
'Thank you.'
Stitch noticed a stand of his fur shining. He stared at it, fascinated. Then another started. Then another, then another. Soon, his body was glowing brightly. His eyes flooded with bright light, then suddenly;
The can clanged to the floor, the leftover soda spilling out…
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