Well, this is essentially a little side project to my other main works. I'd noticed quite a few drabble collections from other authors, and enjoyed them immensely. While writing, and working, and pretty much doing anything I've had small ideas and brainstorms for stories. Most of them are too short to make into a full work, so I finally decided to give the whole drabble thing a try. What I hope will be unique about mine, like the summary says, is that this collection will focus exclusively on villains from the Teen Titans series. Any and all characters will be featured depending on what crazy notion gets into my head. Hope you like!

It was ten minutes to twelve on a Sunday night, a time known to all HIVE students as the point of no return. With homework and assignments due the following morning, they had but a few short minutes remaining to prepare for the long week ahead. Inside his room, one such student was furiously trying to complete tomorrow's essay when a series of knocks came from his door.

Muttering angrily, he leapt from his chair and stomped over as the knocks grew more persistent. Throwing the door open, he was unhappily surprised at his guest.

"You! You pasty faced, cheeto munching, acne infested, crud sniffing, candy assed nerd burglar! What are you doing here!"

Control Freak winced under the verbal barrage and looked hesitantly down at the other boy. Gizmo was staring up at him angrily, steam seeming to burst from his ears as his face reddened.

"Come on now, is that any way to treat a fellow student," he asked, trying to keep his tone friendly and calm Gizmo down.

"Fellow student, gimme a break! You were kicked out after two weeks because you installed Starcraft on the virtual training program!"

"Hey, that was a great idea! And how was I supposed to know that letting three freshmen get eaten by a Hydralisk was grounds for expulsion around here?"

Gizmo sighed. He had a ton of work to get back to, and the last thing he needed was this fatso ruining his night. "So why'd you even come back, scuzz brain?"

Control Freak's face lit up as he remembered his investigation. "Oh yea, I'd nearly forgotten. Let me just… find… my notes…" He dug around in his trench coat for several awkward moments before discovering a small notepad.

"Here we are! Alright Gizmo, we've known one another for a long time, and I've always wondered something about you. It seemed ridiculous, but the evidence has continued to mount up. Therefore, I am conducting a scientific experiment to uncover your true nature! Number one," he began, raising a finger with each point. "I've never once noticed you outside during the daytime. Number two, you always declined participation in late night pizza binges, specifically the ones taking place after twelve am. Third, you have not once bathed in your entire stay at the HIVE, which I might add is deeply noticeable."

Gizmo scowled. "What's your stupid point? The sun sucks, I don't want to eat pizza with you scum suckers, and baths are for stinking kids."

Control Freak took a breath and leaned down to stare the other boy in the face. "I'm going to ask you straight Gizmo. Are you a Mogwai?"

"AM I A WHAT?"

The older teen stood and flipped to another section of the notepad. "Sure, you know, like from the Gremlins movies? It all fits! Let's see, you have the short stature, the large bulgy eyes, the squeaky voice and bizarre way of talking, your mischievous and occasional hostile attitude, your room's always dark and you hate water, although you don't have the fur or the crazy ears, but then again you could be just some freakish bald version. And above all else, what about your name?"

"My name? My name's Gizmo because of all my cruddy tech devices you fat loser! I ain't no fuzzy rodent thing!"

Control Freak shoved his way into the room, slamming the door behind him. Before Gizmo could protest, he had been wrapped up in duct tape and sat down on his chair.

"We'll just see about that," he whispered in a diabolical tone. Despite the low light in the room, Gizmo could see him reaching into the folds of his coat and withdrawing an object. Control Freak aimed it right between his eyes, and Gizmo gulped fearfully.

"So how about this!" There was a loud click as a switch was thrown, and then a hellish, dazzling light exploded in front of his vision. The bald midget howled in pain and toppled back off his chair.

Control Freak laughed and waved the flashlight over his head. "Aha! Just as I thought," he cheered before lifting a voice recorder.

"October 15th, 11:56 pm. Field Test Alpha has met with successful results. As anticipated, the subject has displayed a powerful aversion to light. The application of severe luminescence brought about pain and fear, resulting in an almost reactionary attempt to escape."

"Of course it hurt you pit licking krum muncher! You blinded me and I fell off the kriffing chair!"

Control Freak ignored the rants and threats and continuing noting his progress. "Based on the success of the first experiment, my projected estimate on the chances of discovering a living Mogwai have increased to roughly 39 percent! Now moving on to Field Test Beta!"

Throwing the flashlight aside, he again reached into his seemingly bottomless coat and withdrew another object. Though his vision was stilled blurred by the glare of the light, it looked to Gizmo like a large container of liquid of some sort. His heart began to race as he considered what he was in store for this time. Was it some kind of acid, or maybe a chemical that Control Freak was going to inject into him? Now he wished he'd watched that stupid movie! What was a liquid supposed to do to…

He let out another shriek as a spray of ice cold water crashed into him. He sputtered and choked, trying to clear the liquid from his throat when another blast hit. Control Freak splashed him again and again, barely giving him time to recover between each assault.

"You cludge head! Are you trying to drown me or something?"

The taller boy stopped, whether it was because of his question or because he was out of water, Gizmo didn't know. "Field Test Beta has failed," he muttered into the recorder. "However, this could be the result of chromosomal manipulation or recessive gene traits, and does not disprove my theory. Now proceeding to the next test."

As the fat fiend once again searched through his coat, Gizmo could only wonder what was in store for him now? The tension built as a look of triumph crossed Control Freak's face, and with a flourish the instrument of doom was in his sight. Gizmo screamed as he realized what it was.

A bagel.

But this was no ordinary bagel!

This was one of the dreaded cafeteria bagels, most likely baked so long ago it had seen the rise and fall of the Soviet Union. It had laid in wait for thousands of lunch hours, its resentment building as each student passed it by. Now it looked rock hard, stale and solid enough to be used as a murder weapon. Sickly looking almonds were embedded across its pale surface, and the top was smeared with a putrid shell of anchovy paste.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Elementary my dear Gizmo! As you are no doubt aware, Mogwai such as yourself undergo a startling change if they happen to consume any foodstuff after midnight. They cocoon themselves in gooey, dripping pods that bear a striking resemblance to Brussels Sprouts! At this time they change from cute, Furby like things into reptilian monstrosities that live to cause chaos and disorder, sowing death and destruction while still acting in extremely comical ways!"

As Control Freak continued to rant, Gizmo was stealthily using the tip of his protractor to saw through the duct tape holding him. Just a few more seconds until he was free…

Control Freak looked at his watch, his smile growing larger by the moment. "And what luck! Three minutes after midnight! Ok now, open wide!"

Gizmo shrank back against the wall, frantically cutting at the tape as Control Freak advanced. He kept his mouth firmly closed, his eyes watering as the culinary nightmare edged closer.

Outraged by his experiment's refusal to chow down, Control Freak reached out and pinched Gizmo's nostrils shut, preparing to shove the bagel down his throat when he gasped for air.

"Eat it! Eat the bagel!"

With a final swipe of his hand, the tape fell away, and Gizmo dashed between his tormenter's legs and made a lunge for the door. As he scrambled down the hallway, he could hear the pounding of moon boots closing in from behind.

"Bwahahaha! Fleeing from me only admits the truth of your identity! I'll have an army of gremlins at my disposal by noon tomorrow!"

As one pursued the other down the hallways of the HIVE, both happened to be thinking nearly the same thoughts.

'Sheesh, how can a kid with such little legs run so fast?'

'Damn, damn damn! How can such a fat guy move so quick?"

This was fun to write, and it was even funnier imagining the events as I first thought it up. I don't know, just the name Gizmo always makes me think of Gremlins, and you have to admit, the kid does have some similarities to them.