At first, all she could make out was darkness.

Where was she?

Oh, right. She was stuck in a cell, with no windows, no door, and chains that were sword and faze-proof. As if that wasn't bad enough, every so often a new monster(or a group of them) would be chucked in as another attempt to kill her- wasn't that just great?

She scratched another line on the wall. The last thing they had thrown at her was a giant squid- number 3846. Or was it 3946? Oh, who cared? No-one, that's who. If someone cared, they'd have tried to rescue her by now instead of leaving her in here to rot for a couple of centuries.

She groaned, and massaged her temples to try and chase away the headache she had gotten after being thrown into the wall- she was pretty sure there was a robot monkey-shaped dent in there by now. When would this end?

As if in answer, a shadow appeared on the wall and a figure stepped through. It was the Food Simian, as she had gotten used to calling it/she/him. A robot monkey- like her- created for the sole purpose of serving her captors.

At least, that was what she had thought at first.