Hey! So you know how you do these stories from the hyperforce POV or the villains POV? Well I looked through A LOT of stories and so I was wondering about the formless... Are they actually mindless or are they thinking thoughts? So I decided to , for the first time, do this story from a certain formless POV... Enjoy! ^u^

"Formless #8274 get in line!" said an angry orange monkey. Was I nothing but a number? A man made of bone stood in front of me and my brothers and sisters.

"Go forth my minions and DESTROY the hyperforce!" He commanded pointing to a cave like exit. I was shoved forwards. Was I nothing but a minion? What if I didn't want to fight? We were divided into groups. Some were on motorcycles (like me). Some were on foot. The small tangerine colored simian told us to turn our hands into swords. I looked at my hand and it seemed to transform without any effort.

"GO!" he shouted at us. We moved ahead in straight lines. Was I nothing but a warrior? We walked for hours. Nothing was heard except for the engines of the vehicles, our steps in sync, and the occasional insults from the orange monkey.

"You stupid drones are useless, slow, mindless, idiots!" he said. Mindless? If I was mindless I wouldn't be thinking or moving. Sure I felt controlled at times but I'm not mindless. I can't speak either but that still doesn't make me mindless. All of a sudden I looked in the distance to see a beautiful, shining city. Wow... I had never seen such colors. Why were we fighting the people of this fine city? What had they done wrong? I didn't want to hurt anyone! If only these people had someone to watch over and protect them...

"HYPERFORCE GO!" I saw an array of colors flash before me. They started hitting my brothers and sisters! WHY?! Then I saw one of my brothers raise his sword hand and prepare to hit a poor man with an abnormally large stuffed penguin. NO! Then a green monkey blocked him from the harm and destroyed my brother... None of this was making any sense. Then it dawned on me. THEY were the good ones and protectors of the city. Me and the one thing close enough to call family were the monsters, the threats, the bad ones.

We fell so quickly, but I was happy. This was a good city full of good people that had good protectors. I didn't care if I died anymore. I knew what I needed to know.

I wasn't just a number!

I wasn't just a minion!

I wasn't just a warrior!

I was a sign. A sign that when they wiped us out would say to the universe..."We are good, and good will always win."

THE END!

I REALLY enjoyed writing this. I don't know why though... Oh well I hope YOU enjoyed it! And Yes I know it was short...