What you are about to read is something I painstakingly thought up over a decent period of time, featuring four brand new monkeys...Onyx, Pyro, Spek, and Marsh. Don't take this the wrong way, as I worked hard to make sure they didn't come across as cheap OCs. Each chapter is a decent read. Reviews most appreciated.
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Darkness. Desolation. Forgotten. Mysterious. Those four words can easily describe what the damp room of metal felt like. But it was not just this room. Outside a gigantic laboratory lay still. Several experiments, tools, floors, rooms...all of which abandoned. Inside the metal room of which I just informed you lay four cybernetic creatures. Monkeys, specifically, all of them asleep in silence and peace. Until, of course, the thunderous noise struck. A noise so evil, so dreadful, so horrid, and so shocking, it could only be described with one word: fearful. The room shook violently. A light flashed on. Electricity flowed. The four cybernetic creatures glowed.
One of them opened their eyes. Thoughts raced through his head. Where was he? Why was he here? Who was he? He looked down to see he was a middle shade of brown...although of course, he didn't know what brown really was. He saw his legs and discovered that they could actually move so he stepped out and looked at his body curiously to find it was the same material as the room. He examined his tail thoughtfully and felt his body with wonder, wishing he could see his own self.
He heard a noise. A noise that resembled air finally escaping from a tube where it was being kept. A woosh. In fact, three wooshes. There were three other creatures all similar to himself, so he automatically assumed that they were what he looked like, only a different color on each one.
"Who are you?" a purple monkey asked.
"I have no clue. What are you?"
"I'm just fine, thank you," a sand-colored monkey replied, yawning a scratching at his back.
"I don't mean YOU, I mean her," the brown monkey scornfully snapped.
"No need to be so rude at 'im," an orange monkey told him.
"Ok, ok...it appears we are all the same, with different colors on each one of us. Only SHE is female."
"What does 'color' mean? I'm afraid you make no sense," the orange monkey smiled.
"This isn't a time to smile, Pyro," the sand monkey told the orange monkey.
"Pyro? What's a Pyro?" the orange monkey rolled his eyes.
"Your name."
"And how did you know what I was called?"
"I read it over your protective hyper casing."
"My what?"
"It's what you were sleeping in...Pyro," the brown monkey told the orange monkey, or Pyro. "And I'm confused on how you know how to read. In fact, I myself know how to read. I can clearly see my name above the hyper casing. It's Onyx."
"But how do we KNOW how to read? I thought that I just started living," the purple monkey questioned. It looks like my name is Marsh, but that can't be true, it's a terrible name."
"However we know how to read is a mystery. We don't even know where we are! We might as well take a look around," Onyx suggested. "Come on, let's go, Pyro, Marsh...what is your name, sand monkey?"
"It's not 'sand-monkey'. It's Spek."
"It's bizarre but I'll gladly accept it. How do we get out of here?" Onyx looked puzzled as he gazed around the room.
"Through the door, over here." Marsh walked over to a corner of the room, grabbed a door knob, turned it and opened it up.
"How did she know how to do that?" Pyro was confusing himself.
"I just sort of...did." Marsh replied. Everyone felt uncomfortable with what was happening among them, and were even more uncomfortable in leaving their room.
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All four of them stepped out of their quarters to meet a gigantic, yet darkened room. Several tables, screens and tools left abandoned.
"How do we see anything? It's all dark." Pyro complained.
"You simply have to yell out the password to the room. Lights, activate!" Marsh lightly yelled out. The lights came on in a snap.
"How did you know how to DO that?" Onyx folded his arms.
"I saw someone do it...I don't remember his name, but he was just like us. I remember him being blue."
"Well THAT'S going to help us." Onyx slumped.
"Don't be so down, Onyx. I do believe it will help us. Marsh has a superior memory then us three." Pyro pointed out.
"I appears that I d-" Marsh was silenced in mid speech. A scuttling noise was heard from the ceiling. "Alright, who is up there?" the other three monkeys watched in wonder as her hands morphed into two miniature spikes.
"What did she just do...?" Spek asked. "Her hands turned into little mini spears!"
"I don't know what I did..." Marsh looked at her hands. The scuttling noise was heard again. Almost like instinct Marsh threw her hands above her head and the spikes shot out. Connecting them to her hands were chains. The spikes hit the ceiling. "What the?!" Marsh cried out tried to pull them back in, but they pulled up instead.
"Marsh!" Onyx grabbed her legs and pulled her and her weapons down.
"It's starting to come back to me now...yea...I remember!" Spek easily morphed his hands into two strange guns. He aimed at an empty corner and shot a stream of sand out.
"If those two have weapons...then maybe I do as well!" Pyro attempted to morph his hands to two red crystal spheres. "What do I do with these?" Pyro asked. They glowed. Pyro stepped back in an attempt to escape them, but obviously that didn't work. Fire shot out from the spheres and Pyro quickly turned them off.
"But that must mean...yes! I remember now! My cliff maces!" Onyx shouted. His hands morphed into what appeared to be solid rock. Two rock spheres with spikes studded on them. Happily and remembering the two weapons he smashed them onto the ground only to have the ground shake and a large crack grow and fly towards a table full of experiments.
"Onyx! What did you do?!" Marsh yelled.
"I don't know!" Onyx shouted back angrily. The crack went under the table and hit a massive tree trunk behind it. The tree trunk was massive, it went up past the ceiling and it was decently wide too. The crack went up the tree and disappeared into the ceiling. A smashing noise was heard. Suddenly, a hidden screen lowered itself down from the ceiling.
"What's happening?" Spek backed off as if the screen was a beast.
"Wait! Something's coming up!" Onyx announced. And it was true. It was old and flickery and you could barely make any images out but the few sounds that escaped the screen were easy to here. Playing back the message...
...it sounded like a teenaged boy. Looking closely it was a bizarre sight. He had bright blue eyes and messed up black hair. Behind him seemed to be monkeys just like them running around in a panic. The boy was completely naked, covered in wounds and bruises, chains running down his arms. It was a wretched, miserable sight. Playing back the sound...
"Ony---Marsh, Sp-----yro, you have to-----back up to Shuggazoom, def--t the sin beast and restore------------, the sin beast almost destro---- my monk--s, enslaved everyone a---took their dignity and hope away. Please--------be frightened, and take this mission --t."
The room in the video shook violently and the playing stopped. The screen automatically went back up to it's hiding place.
"Sin...beast?" Marsh shook a little.
"Something about that doesn't sound good. We need to find a way out." Onyx suggested.
"Find a way out? Are you MAD? Did you see what happened in the back? Our creators were destroyed by these things and we barely know how to put up a fight!" Pyro yelled.
"We have no choice! What else would we do, lie around here waiting to die? It's the will of our creators. Marsh! You know how to this place better then us all! Where do we find the way out?" Oynx commanded her.
"It's over there..." Marsh pointed. "But please, Onyx..."
"Don't go sap on me!" Onyx shouted.
"Onyx, PLEASE, quiet down," Pyro shouted above Onyx's voice. "Now then. Our creators wished obviously wished for us to wake up, see the message and restore peace. These weapons must have been special. If they were unsure of our abilities they wouldn't have bothered to fight off this great evil unto death. This is evil we speak of, and it's something that has to be eliminated. We are unsure of our weapons, where this place is, and our past. What better reason to fight? There would be nothing else for us but a dreaded fate. We WILL leave this place and bring the evil to justice."