Experiment 626

“Oh… That’s a creative one, I don’t usually get snowmen on my doorstep this time of year – giant snowballs crashing down on me in the middle of summer, though, that’s different.” Hans knelt down closer to Stitch’s height and set a king-sized chocolate bar into his basket. 

“Here you go – something sweet to balance out the carrot nose. Happy Halloween!” 

Joining in the human festivities as well? Well…strange little animal. Here you go.

*Warning? Tiger version of candy below the cut*

He was still stuck on the sudden extra arms thing. 

Shaking his head a little to regain himself, Denahi muttered, “I must be delirious…” His eyes lowered to his spear still sticking out of the dirt by the strange blue animal’s heel. 

Well, the only way to get less delirious was to eat something. Probably if he were thinking straight, the creature wouldn’t look half as bizarre and mutated, so probably it was safe to eat, right? Denahi glanced between his spear and the animal, hesitating a moment longer. 

What did he have to lose anyway?

“You can’t catch me! Meega Nala kweesta!”

However, her redness slowly began to fade as the Stitch apologized and grabbed a book about fairies. Tink tilted her head to the side curiously and looked at the pictures in the book. It reminded her of Lizzie’s fairy book…they didn’t get a lot of the facts right. However, they were right about pixie dust making creatures fly.

He’d hold up his end of the bargain. Then again... that wasn’t really sure that was a mainland invention. It wasn’t local, for sure. Come to think of it, the only time he’d ever heard the term “mainland” was in reference to the tourists from continental America.

The gentle waves lapped at her bare feet and tugged at the heavy layers of skirt and petticoat she wore.

“This is just wonderful,” Jane groaned while dusting the sand from her dress.  She plucked a strand of seaweed from her bun and tossed it aside.

“Thanking goodness. Somebody has arrived! Jumba is saved! And, it is you who will be doing the saving. Or I am hoping, anyway. Hah. But! Please, be listening very carefully to Jumba. Very important things to say. Experiment 626, a brilliant creation of my own evil genius design, was made to be unstoppable and unspeakably evil. Heheheh. Fortunately or unfortunately, he finds new home on Earth where he is turned to good. This was not really ideal at first, but Jumba found home too with same Earth family. But here is where story is taking turns into much, much worse; worse than even I ever could have dreamed in evil genius mind. As he was was brought to life, his molecular charge was halted when I was captured along with 626. Very recently, it became clear the effects were taking hold of my little monstrosity.” He stopped, biting his lip to hold back the tears in all four of his eyes. “It killed him. Killing him, yes, but not fully. Problem here lying with molecular destabilization; not with being able to move. 626, or Jumba should say Stitch, is no longer himself. He is now a monster even I, one of the most evil of evil geniuses within the three nearest galaxies, would never dare to make. Jumba does not want to be thinking about how it is looking out there. Is all of blame belonging to me. Must be very, very bad place. Jumba was too late for them. Jumba was too late for fami-” He stopped, dead in his tracks.

The look on his face could not be easily forgotten. Such a look of known dread, with fear evinced in every eye. He’d heard something.

“Is too late! Computer! Cancel recording! Cancel! You! Put on none of the judging of Stitch. He cannot control himself. He can’t-” The video cut out, but not the audio. Nothing could be seen, but screams and growling could be heard. The growling itself... it was otherworldly. It warbled. It droned. It was uneven, and pained. It was... blood-curdling.

All was fine until a sudden shrill of horns almost busted his eardrums. In shock, the spacer banged his head against the hood as he scrambled to crawl out from the engine compartment.

She gave him a small, forced smile. “Uh…hehe, it’s okay,” she said. “So…I take it you know about our pixie dust then?” She felt her tinkering mind set to work and she tapped a finger to her chin. “Hmm…what if I made you a deal. I’ll help you fly…if you show me some mainland inventions. Deal?” 

Perhaps a tad too enthusiastically. He’d reached out and gripped the small fairy head to toe and shook with far more vigor he should have allowed even if he had offered a claw to shake. Once he’d realized what he’d done, he let go and backed away.