Disclaimer- I don't own the show Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! Ciro Neili has the honors to be its creator.

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Red

Chapter One: Evil Is Afoot

The swollen sun's rays barely shone as it hid behind the distant hills. The last rays reflected on a small figure outside Shuggazoom City's boundaries. Its, or his arms were shaking and away from his body. His coal black eyes were shocked and broken at the scene that lay before him. A few ways away from his white foot, a patch of fur stood, its long, thick strands of hair were caked with an unseemly amount of crimson, oozing liquid. The color of the creature's fur could barely be seen. Its eyes, almost as black as its murderer, were open and distorted in grief and unhidden shock, with a hint of pain. The victim's metallic arms were and bent awkwardly, and its torso was twisted to where the poor robotic simian was staring at the sky with a blank and misty expression. The long tail of the victim was rigid and halfway up. There were patches of torn green fur among the ruined fur.

The figure by the verdant-colored monkey stood slightly hunched. It just didn't register to him fully. H-how could this happen? His dark visage gazed at his arms with disbelief at the morbid scene.

No. This can't happen!

His hands were covered with blood, and his fur was spiked with the stuff. The sickened grimace transformed into a weary scowl. Lines appeared beneath his pitch black orbs. His reflection shone in the other's eyes. It was hideous. His eyes were dull and distorted with unbearable pain. He was completely crimson, except for his tail, it was a lighter shade of the color with a bloody, broken fan on the end. For some reason it wouldn't transform back.

My, my, what would dearest Nova think of you now, S.P.R.X-77? A sinister voice rang through his head. Sprx chuckled, but there was no humor, only self-pity and loathing. It had to be his luck that did this to him. The voice was not his own. It couldn't be. He felt tears in his large orbs, and he slowly opened the "ears" on each side of his head (they were actually long, metal things used to pick up sonic frequencies and communicate).

"S-s-prx ... here." He realized that his voice was quavering. He cleared his throat. "Sprx here, S.P.R.X-77. Monkey Team, are you there?" He knew that he sounded more diplomatic than usual, seeing as his calls were usually rash. It would appear unnatural, but it didn't matter anyway. Static. Just perfect.

What if Nova saw him like this? What would she be? Disgusted (not much of a difference)? Terrified? Angry? Never mind that, he had just killed his best friend! The day couldn't get any worse. Just my luck. Why does this always have to happen to me?

"Aaaurgh!!" As if right on time, Sprx clutched his head and let out an unholy screech at the scorching pain that shot up his back. He collapsed to his knees in agony. "W-w-what's happening to me?"

It's simple. A threatening voice chimed. You're becoming exactly what I've always wanted you to become, brother. The voice was low and had all the ice of winter in it. Yet, there was something, like caution in the disembodied noise. Sprx cradled his head in his arms like a mother would do to its precious newborn.

Murderer, idiot. His own voice mocked him with menacing delight. Shut up.

Buffoon, moron, stupid. Shut up.

You really can't help yourself, can ya Sparky? You've always been prone to making stupid choices. Now, you've taken it out on innocent, sweet Otto? Mandarin would be proud. Don't lie to yourself, like you have for so many years.

"SHUT UP!" Great, now I'm talking to myself. I'm going insane!

A fierce cackle radiated through the robotic simian's brain and pierced his nerves. What's going on?

Now you will realize your full potential. Your teammates will writhe in agony before my might. Your beloved Chosen One is too powerful for my control, Antauri seems to reject my control of his mind, Dearest Nova, of course, is a weakling and unworthy of the power. "Brainstrain" as you've always called him is intelligent, but physically unable to fulfill my commands, and Otto (that wretched buffoon), of course, seems to be immune to anything that involves using his witless mind. You S.P.R.X-77, seem the most vulnerable with your self pity and forlorn emotions only seem worthy for my commands. You seem to be the only monkey willing to give up everything for power and to be the strongest among the rest. Sprx, you've always had an ambition for leadership, and that can be dangerous. But now, in my power, you can achieve that, and so much more while I get my revenge!

"You talk too much." Sprx whispered in a strange attempt to ease himself while shutting his eyes once again tightly. The voice was like listening to Gibson's worn out chalk rubbing and scraping his board where he dabbled with scientific equations. It was rasping and every word sounded worn and every syllable was grated out. He cried out again, and this time with less volume.

Now, my pitifully confused friend ... You ... will ... be ... MINE!

"No..." Sprx's voice was barely above a hoarse whisper. His shadowy eyes snapped open, and he stared down in utter bemusement. Usually, he would've freaked out, he probably should've so he could be heard and rescued. Then again, what would happen if he screamed for help? They would possible cuff and hang him by newly brandished chains and leave him to rot because of what he had done (although he wasn't himself, but what did they care?). Either that, or they would throw rocks and pebbles at him like an animal. The most probable outcome would be that the citizens would think that he and his comrade had been in a devastating ambush, and then nourish the beaten monkey and mourn over the green one. The citizens would eventually force him to tell his frightening story, and he would most likely lie (they wouldn't disagree with one of the saviors of their beloved city, would they?). Of course, he would feel guilty and have to bear the sins of his actions forever. No, he wouldn't do that. Otto didn't deserve that.

There was a heavily pregnant pause in his mind, enough time to mourn for his friend (he was still frozen to the spot) while an uneasy, tickling sensation shot up the simian's body. It was almost like the times when your foot would fall asleep on accident. It didn't hurt, but for some reason it was almost unbearable. The sun had dissolved into the new, fresh night. It was glorious and star-filled. If only he was here with Nova. If only. A glistening tear ran down the red monkey's face and landed on the lush ground.

How touching. You poor, tormented, selfish simian. Allow me to ease your misery.

An ear-splitting howl pierced Shuggazoom's once peaceful night, and at the same exact spot where Sprx had stood, something horrible gazed out into the open night.

Somewhere else, a deformed piece of work sneered.

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Author's Note- I was actually going to make this longer, but I will delay my plans to the next chapter.

Working Status: Chapter One Started: October 24, 2006. 7:34 P.M.

Finished: October 25, 2006. 5:00 P.M.