In a lab outside Monster Island scientests try to make a monster like warden to make an order for Monster island. The Project named Project Brain Scramble.
December 16, 2017. From the jornal of Dr. Martine Luther Jones.
Day 20 of creation. Day of Escape.
The scientests try to make the monster, whom has no name as of now, is made by fuseing, stiching, and more. So many failures, so many god damn failures to make this perfect monster. But perfection comes to a price of the failures. They want to make the monster have hypnotist like powers, making him be able to fight not only the real monsters on Monster Island but can fight their subconscious, if he wins their brain rots away. When a monster dies he takes their not only their life but their memories, emotions, and knowledge. And the sacrafices are needed from the Misfits. They disect their brain and fuse it into one brain. A brain to make all other masterminds cry in shame. But the most difficult part is trying to find the perfect parts from the monsters, it is not like we can cut off Godzilla's leg without a scratch. We need to find bones, dead creature parts, to make this Monster.
80%.. 80% before this "Perfection" is made. Or will it be a sixteenth misfit? 90%... good almost there. Heart fuctions normal, breath normal, sight optimal. Good all is good. All is- What the?!- The load up is glitching? We have never seen or had any problems with the machine. Why is it going? It is up: 80% 1% 19% it just continues going higher and lower. All is going wrong, maybe it is a misfi-?! What in the hell happened?! One of the scientest exploaded. Oh God.. the Body. It is moving! It is fucking moving! We mus get out of her-!
-End of Taped Recording-
I awoken with the sound of my heart beating. Air running through my throat. I had sight. What a sickening creature I am. A monster with T-Rex legs and teeth, Raptor claws, Pure white eyes, a dirty.. dirty black tounge, yellow teeth, a bit of chunks of meat hanging off my body, scars, stiches.. so... much stiches... then my brain was in pain. It hurt. It burned. It felt like it was pulsing with my pain. I, out of my control, saw many doctors, stareing at me. I have no idea what they had. Fear? Anger? Intimation? Sickening? I hated them.
Suddenly, my eyes shined yellow then purple. I saw the man grip his head. He screamed "My brain! He's crushing... It!" And he died with me only hearing a pop and plop when he knelt and laid to the ground, dead.. his head gone. His brain scattered, it was blown up by me. And I had never felt a better since of happiness as I felt my brain pulsing. Like... Like... I was taking the memories, emotions, knowledge from this human. He had a family. Ugly wife, Ugly Children, on the brink of suicide. He took this work a long way from home to be away from them.
I laughed, hard. All that came out was a broken roar. They all screamed I roared again as I bit a scientest in half. I saw one with a tap recorder. Possibly, he had be recording his work. I stomped on him. Crushing him. The tape recorder fell to the side. I crashed out of the lab and saw an Island. A island that I wanted to be mine and mine alone. I. Am. Ulrach.