Hello everyone this is my first SRMT story actually my first ever story about a cartoon. But some cartoons hold pieces of some of our fondest childhood memories. And SRMT was not only one of my all time favourite cartoons but had my favourite animals, monkeys. And that was before I became a fan. Without further ado I present you Full Circle.

IN THIS STORY ANTAURI IS THE BLACK MONKEY BUT THERE IS STILL A SILVER MONKEY.

One Month After I, Chiro (Nova's POV)

Nova angrily punched another one of the dummies in the training room of the Super Robot. It's been a month, an entire MONTH since Chiro had gone missing and they still hadn't found a hair let alone the boy himself. The whole team was down. Antauri took it the worst, feeling like he failed to protect their young leader.

When they first got him back was worst. Even though he had sustained potentially fatal he healed under Gibson and Otto's care. Physically that it is. Emotionally it was almost like he was willing himself to die. She had never seen Antauri like that, he looked so vulnerable balled up on the examination table in the sickbay.

It hurt to think about it even though he had gotten better so she pushed it out of her mind. But it only brought other thoughts namely how Otto had taken it. The ever cheerful monkey had become withdrawn and sad.

She was also taking it hard, harder than anything she could remember. Even Mandarin's betrayel hadn't hurt that much. Not that she liked Mandarin all that much after what the jerk had done in training. But Chiro was so unlike him, caring and kind and always there for them whenever they needed it. She loved him dearly, he could get through to her like nobody else could. Him getting hurt angered her like nothing else and his distress could snap her out of her anger even better than Antauri. Even ripping Skeleton King's head from his body didn't lessened her anger. Or pain. His absence was extremely painful.

Even Gibson was at a loss of what to do, Sprx couldn't even find it in himself to be sarcastic. Since Chiro had fallen through that portal near the end of the battle with the Skeleton King the life of the team was lost.

Two Months After I, Chiro (OC POV)

He stormed out of the room angrily but he was mostly sad. Those guys are never going to accept me as a member of the team, he thought. For heaven's sake he wasn't even trying to BECOME a member of the team and he most certainly wasn't trying to replace Chiro. He was just providing them backup until they could get Chiro back and the guy himself was the reason he was he was doing it in the first place. Helping the team was a personal favour to Chiro after all, but the others didn't know.

But their reactions to him were disturbing, painful even. Sprx's distrust, Nova's obvious hostility, Otto's less than friendly behavior, Gibson's distance and Antauri's skepticism was starting to get to him. And as if it all wasn't enough the silver monkey was having dreams about his creator. Well they were more like nightmares than dreams. It was after one of these night terrors he decided to talk to Antauri, come clean about what happened maybe.

Flashback to the nightmare

Quintus was walking in the dark in a forestland he recognised as a part of the Zone of Wasted Years. He knew the area relatively well as he was technically "born" there. More like created but his Creator treated him like any other being or at least monkey in that regard. He, strangely enough, became more relaxed and tense simultaneously as he neared the place of his creation.

He stoped running when he realized he had been running and breathed heavily as he acted like an actual living being as he had all his life. Partially because his Creator had put it in his programing, mainly because he felt like a living thing despite the fact that he was fully mechanical. Why had he been running? It was then the evil laugh rang in his ears.

It sent shivers down his spine not only because of the malice it held but also because of the familiarity of the voice. Even though the voice was no longer laughing it was still chuckling and he was greatly disturbed. He felt the ground under his feet crumble and he started falling. The further he fell the louder the chuckling became until it was the same laughter he heard then it continued to become a loud booming laughter that had insanity leaking into it.

" Come down little son. Come to me." He heard the semi familiar voice say as he tried to fight the force pulling him down. He fought harder when he heard it but the harder he fought the faster he fell. Then his descent came to a sudden stop as a force caught him in it's uncomfortable and tight grip.

Quintus looked down to find the source of the force. That was when he saw… HIS CREATOR! What the heck, he thought. The man he saw wasn't anything like he remembered. The gentle eyes that once held kindness and love were full of insanity, malice and a dark, disturbing glee had replaced the joy he once found in witnessing the miracle life is. Those eyes were no longer interested in seeing life begin or preserve it, they only seeked to end it.

He struggled to escape the encompassing grip the force had on him. The… man watched, amused, as he tried desperately to get away.

" Join me little son, I don't want to hurt you." He said smoothly.

" I never called you… father." Quintus choked out, the pressure on his throat making it difficult to breath.

" No but it's a father's job to know." He said almost fatherly. " And it's a son's job to stand by his father." He added in a way that almost made Quintus want to join him. " Join me little son."

" No you made me to protect the Universe. Even from you!" Then he added softly. " And I promised my father." He felt immense emotional relief after saying it. At the same time the grip on him loosened and he began falling again. Unlike last time he wasn't distressed but every feet he fell relaxed him until he woke from his sleep.

Nightmare end

Quintus sat up in bed as rose from his slumber, not as exhausted as one would be after a nightmare especialy one that bad. The relatively good ending made his sleep just a bit more restfull than it would be after such night terrors. He had been dreaming his Creator a lot lately but thankfully not in such horrid ways. For the most part his dreams of the man were peaceful and in the not so peaceful ones he starred as the victim. The dreams he had that had him as the villian such as this one, well he could count them all on one hand.

He had to talk to Antauri about what was happening. He had known it for the moth he spent with the team but his violent nightmare had driven the point home. There was no way out of this. He had to do this and soon. Actually, he thought as he stood up, there is no time like the present. He left the room that had been housing for the last month to speak with the black monkey. They had matters to discuss and he put it off long enough.