#evilforce

Sure! (Warning, fairly angst-y and hints of physical/psychological torture,)

Everything hurts: his arms, his body, his hands, even his tail wasn’t spared. But his head- oh his head; it felt like a million supernovas where going off at the same time over and over with each pulse of pain, and it didn’t help that all his limbs were restrained to keep him from doing anything. At this point, any normal person would be screaming, crying, begging to die for it all to stop.

But the turquoise monkey that was feeling all this pain? Was completely, and utterly silent.

The pain didn’t register, if it did; then nobody was listening, almost like his mind was cut off from the parts that it needed in order to function with caution. There was no struggle, no sounds, nothing; the only tattle tale signs of life being the steady rise and fall of his chest and the occasional blink of his dull lifeless eyes.

However it wasn’t always like this: there was a time when the teal simian was more receptive, more connected, to everything around him, a time when emotion was both felt and expressed. However that time has long passed, torture, experimentation, both on the body, and the mind, made sure to get rid of those times with no memory of them and no hope of returning.

And the one responsible just walked in.

“Greetings.” The voice was male; smug, confident, and all too sure of himself. But none of that mattered to the trapped monkey, after all; this blue colored stranger who was the same species was no real danger to him.

“Pick your head up, look at me.” The source of this situation ordered. No response was given for a moment before the turquoise monkey slowly moved both his head, and his slit-like pupils to look at the fellow monkey. The blue simian’s smug grin only grew at seeing his commands obeyed, the scientist circling around the lab rat with an analytical glint in his eyes.

“Do you know where you are?” No answer.

“Do you know who I am?” Still no answer, not even a flinch.

“Do you know who you are?” With yet, still no response, the blue monkey scoffed and was taking his leave, only to pause as a sound akin to a grunt came from the test subject.

His mind was screaming, even with his body mostly numb to the pain, the turquoise trapped monkey couldn’t ignore the sparks of what felt like electricity rocketing through his mind.

“I.. Me… I- am…” Was the few words spoken by the experiment before he let out a blood curdling scream, one the scientist was expecting and so wasn’t at all startled by. Once silence took over again, the smug primate watched as his captive slowly raised his head to look at him. He knew what was going on, he planned this after all. The experiment wanted answers, and he was going to give them. Oh he couldn’t wait to rub this in Sparx’s face, insult his intellect will you? Well this intellect just got them what was going to be one of their most powerful weapon.

And it was his to command

“You are my creation, a result of my genius intellect. Through my experiments and tests, you exist. I am Hal Gibson, your creator, you are Turkesa, my weapon, to command. Is that understood?”

“….yes…” The voice was dull, uncaring, only answering as it was absolutely necessary, Gibson wasn’t sure what to make of that, but since it just seemed like a problem with the personality and not the subject itself, the scientist threw it out of thought.

Setting free the subject from the restraints, Gibson watched as Turkesa almost fell to his knees, only to float in place and gently land on his feet. The scientist watched as he analyzed his hands and his environment, Gibson decided to go and open the door to show his results off to the others, and to brag to a certain red monkey on how wrong he was.

Turkesa watched as the blue monkey left, lifeless eyes scanning the environment before the psychokinetic was finally able to step outside the room after nearly four weeks of nonstop torture (though he would never know this).

Questions rang through his mind, but none of them the simain had any answers to, which only caused a frown to appear on his expression, before it faded as something caught his attention. It was another monkey, male, gold in color, and an almost vulnerable look in his eyes, along with something else, a sight that was somehow familiar… fear? It was then something clicked in Turkesa’s mind; a memory, a feeling, it was familiar, yet unknown, it made his head ring, he wasn’t sure how to describe it. It was, almost like he wanted to̢̙͉̱̭͛͋͐̇̀…

t̶̬̟̟̰̄̿͂͐͛̈̒̀͜͡ŏ̡̪̺̻͇̺̳̠̪̇͑̉̃̈́̽̔͌̕ͅ.̸̱̜͕̱̐̐̾̉̑̓̐̒̕ͅ.̸̳̤̭̰͉͎͆͊̌̆̂́̈̐͡.̴̤̥͙̻̫̬́͗̍̀͑̄̂̅͘

p̵̠͎͚̗̙̠͚̙̈́̓͗̋̐r̙̝͙̞̭̹̜͚̼̋̾͛̉̆͟o̡̲̻̤̝̲͙̿̀̈̔̒̀̇͜͡͡͠t̨̮̫̯̤͋͑́̌̅̚ȩ̶̛͚̯̜͈̅̽͆̌̾́̽͟ͅc̴̪͚̬̦̞̥̤̄̂̆͊́̔̾͠ţ̸̦̯͚͇̰̩̳̋͊͛̌͆͝.̴̛̙̳͇̥̜̦̮̖͛̄̇̀͟͟.̧̱̟̩̳̠͗̾͛͘͘͟.̨̟̝̬͎̄͌͑̑͛͗̌

.̶̡̦̝̙̝͇̰̼̲́̊͂̅̔́͑̂͜͞.̡̝̻̭͓͓̃̐̎̈͛̄.̩͚̝̙̲̱̯̋̀́́̃͆̿͘͘͟͢͡ͅ.̧̺̫̪͇̳̦̐̔̓̓̿̿̃͢.̶̡̥͉̮̜͖̫̓̀̇́̄̄͑͘̚.̷͇̱̦̣̫͙̣̍̀̓͂̄͑͒͟͢͝͠.̢̡̯̜͖̭̪̆͒͒̊͂͗͝͠.̶̳͙̹̯̱̟͙̯͇̔̍̈́̈́̾̎̐̃͠͝.̴̫̭̩͈̫͓̜́̂͌̎͋̕͜͝ͅ.̸̨̰̩̠̇̄̆̉̂̌̉͢͠ͅ.̨̨̻̼̜̐͆͛̽̀̄̿͊̇

.̴̡̧̫̣͚̩̖̒͆̈̔͊̒̃͜.̧̧̡͕̳̃̿̍̃̋͜͝ͅ.̹͕̟̩͇͓̓̅́͛̚̕͜͝͝͞.̵̧̫̗̞̣̪̪̏̒̍̎͊̒̀͘̚͜͜͝ͅ.̲̠̠̻̙̳͕̫̰̿͋͘͜͠͡͠.̴̛̫̠̣͎̺͙̞̯͛͑͊́̔́ͅͅ.̸̝̤̫̥͋̆̏͒̑͛͂̄̿͡ͅ.̖̲̲̲͕̊́̒͂̅̏̄̽̕̕.̢̣̲̘͔͍̟͇̓̋̿̏̈͊͢͜͠͞͞.̧̩̣̲͉̂͌̀̿̓̓͋̓̚͘.̶̙̦͎̰͎̫̱͛͋̃́̈͐͌̎̾̀͜.͖͇̦̱̲̘̒̊́͆̀̂̏̿̚͟͡.̥͍̣̲̰́̋̋̓͠.̜͓̟̺͇͓̼͎̾͂̄̋̾̓̑͟͡.̸̨̼̺̖͉͌̀̋̑͑̔̆̚.̷̧̢̛̯̲̟̽̓̍̕͡.̡̢͇̼̦̐̽̑̀̎.͔̣͍̰̗̜̈̄͒̐̐̈́́̂͑̚͢͢.̴̡̧̭͕͙̮̼̓̄̐̀͌̀̚͢͝.̷̧̪̳̙̿̈́̎̈̓͋̕̚͢͝͠.̢̰̩͈̻͍̙̟̻̃͌́̒̋̃̓̃̕͜.̵̨̞͉̹̩̠̪̏̍́̃͊͆͊͘͝.̵̧͈̠̙̗͊̊̂̏͛̊̒̐̚͘.̵̮̣͉̝͇̗͇̜̍̀͒̃͂̕.̨͓͔̭͈̱̖̳͇̒̀͐̀̃͊͋͂̃̀ͅ.̵̟̖̭̯͚͎͙̀̏̓̇̇.̸͚̞̟̣̝̳̑̋́̑͗̒͟.̛̲͕͎̬̹̤̼͑̈́̈̚͜͠ͅ

His.

Whoever this is, whatever it is about this monkey, and anything or anyone else similar to him that may generate these familiar, yet indescribable emotions similar to those being currently felt.

They were his.

No one would touch them, no one would harm them, no one would corrupt them.

It, was his, and his alone.

“That’s ridiculous. There’s no such thing as another dimension where I’m good. I’m evil. That’s it.”