ALOHA!!! Hey guys...I saw the episode with Angel, and it inspired me to write
this fic. If you've read my last story, you will know that 'Shimmer' is
experiment 624. You also know 'Angel' is experiment 624.
I know a lot of you like the pink experiment, but I personally hate the little rat's guts. -.- If I don't get a flame for saying that, I will be very surprised! Okay, maybe I don't hate HER I just hate the fact that 625 also fell for her. And I hate the color pink. I won't let my prejudice of her get in the way of a good story. So would be flamers, read the whole thing first.
I'm writing this as a sequel to 'Shining Shimmer'. Oh and this is going to be my first 'point of view fiction'. Anyway, 625, care to do the honors?
625: No way! If I so much TALK wrong in this one, Shim's gonna have my patooki!
Sigh Stitch?
STITCH: NAGGA! YOU NO LIKE BUSHIBU!(Angel)
Goddesses! Shimmer, please tell me you'll do it!?
SHIMMER: Lilo and Stitch Nagga belong to Kix. "Bushibu" belong in a whorehouse............
625/Stitch: HEY!
Don't blame me...She's the one who said it.
SHIMMER: hehe...
((I call Gantu's race, Shorca, but that was not my idea. I forgot who it was, but someone at AnimatedLust made it up.))
Gantu's Ship 7:30 AM
Why did the chair have to be directly under the window? It was very annoying when you were trying to sleep. Curling up closer to the warmth I tried to ignore the way the sun shined through my eyelids and membrane. Unable to get back to sleep, I looked up and shook my head. Yawning, my ears widened and stretched as I stood. Looking over I saw 625 reaching over for my arm.
"Shim? Uh.... bologna...with...mayo..."
Smiling widely, I tucked him further into the blankets. Even if he was a little lazy, okay, maybe VERY lazy I would do anything for him. And if he wanted a sandwich, I'd gladly give him one. I saw him smirk before he dived under the covers to get some more sleep.
"Hmn. Bologna? Bol-o-gna? Isha....Aha!"
I usually talked to myself on these lonely mornings. It kept me busy and made the time fly by faster. As I spread the strange white concoction that was 'Mayonnaise' I felt a chill. Like I was being watched. Focusing on my hearing, I scanned the area for any sounds and detected heavy breathing.
"Trog. I am growing tired of sandwiches. Make me an omelet." Oh. It was only Gantu. For a second there I was worried.
"Gantu? Dubu Jasca?" I asked him. He just patted me on the head and nodded.
"Yes, Yes, cheddar cheese is fine."
Another smile grazed my face as he walked off. I have been a lot happier ever since I came to stay with my Ohana. My life before was much bleaker. I remembered walking for miles and how hungry I was. But that life was the past, and I can look foreword to my future!
I had just finished the two plates when a yellow hand reached out to grab the sandwich. 625 was yawing and scratching himself. No matter how tired he was, he was always in the mood for a sandwich. He took a bite and gulped it down, barely chewing.
"Ya know, food always tastes better when ya make it Shim. Of coarse, no one makes a sandwich better than I do."
Giggling I gave him a good morning bump and walked off to deliver Gantu's food. A while ago I had learned to balance a tray on my head using my ears. It was quite efficient and much easier than holding it.
625 followed me, shaking his head at how well I behaved. He was always so aggressive with Gantu I just couldn't understand it. Reaching the doors, I knocked, creating a hollow sound throughout the ship.
They slid open to reveal Gantu, in his uniform ready to go out and catch another cousin. He looked down and grabbed the plate, slurping his breakfast. Wiping his mouth he handed it back to me.
"Thank you, 624. Now I must go out and find experiment that has just been activated."
Finishing off his sandwich, 625 walked up behind me, "Oh yeah? Which one?"
"032. Designed to detect lies."
I rolled my eyes and walked off to do the dishes. Chances were that he would come back, sore and defeated. The best thing to do when he was like that was to stay out of his way.
Scrubbing a stubborn spot on a dish, I didn't notice 625 had followed me. He was looking at me with a strange expression. Like he could see through me. I stopped working to stare at him, snapping my fingers in his face.
"625. 625? Haswa, Niffu Okay?" He was beginning to scare me.
Shaking himself out of the hypnotic gaze, he blinked and scratched the back of his head. "Er. Yeah Shim. I'm okay........but if I'm lucky, I can get some more sleep." He yawned once more and walked off towards the 'bed'.
It was astonishing at how much he could sleep in one day! Ah well, I was used to it by now.
"Grussa Dreams."
I only saw his yellow paw stick out of the pile of blankets to wave me away. So comical.
Stacking the dishes neatly, I searched the ship for anything that needed to be cleaned. So far, everything was spotless. Once again I leapt onto the counter and turning to 625's beloved stereo I moved to press the button, but thought otherwise.
Once disturbed, he could be quite grumpy.
I was so bored. Nothing needed cleaning, no one was hungry, and I didn't have anyone to talk to. I felt so obsolete, so useless. I jumped off of the counter, landing silently on all fours. Scuttling around, I inspected every corner yet all was well.
Soon, in my mad rush for something to occupy my time, I ran into a giant door. All the doors were large of coarse, but none of them had a CAUTION sign hanging from them.
How odd that Gantu never mentioned it to me. When I had first arrived, he had explained every rule with certain stiffness.
As I punched in the code for the doors, a loud mechanical voice rang out.
'ACCESS DENIED. ENTER CORRECT PASSWORD.'
How odd. Gantu had the same code for every door. Why would this one be any different?
I was about to try again, when 625's voice traveled to my ears. He was whining and moaning about the sound it had made. Rolling my eyes, I walked over to him, looking back only to glare at the door.
Ooh! How I hated not knowing what was going on! It was one thing that drove me insane!
"Nala Quista door."
Geez. No one can get any peace around here. There I was, having a nice dream about Shim serving up a sandwich in a hula skirt, and a stupid beeping noise wakes me up!
"Shimmer!" I didn't use her full name that much. It took to long. "What's all da ruckus!?"
She came storming into the room, a pissed look on her face. I've never seen her look so mad, I mean, I haven't even seen her mad before. She was muttering something under her breath, but I was too sleepy to here.
"What was all the noise back there?"
Her head snapped up, and she looked at me. Rubbing the back of her head she laughed nervously. "Nothing. I. Just. Saca, walked into door! Ih! Walked into door."
I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. She always was a terrible liar, "Shimmer. What really went on?"
Her ears fell flat and she made invisible designs on the floor with her toe. Shim. looked up at me, and I rolled my eyes. She had that oh-so- adorable puppy look on her face. I hate it when she uses the face!
"Isa just looking around. Hutcunu fashel Nala Quista door!"
I scratched my head and shrugged, turning to make myself a sandwich. A door that wouldn't open? Weird. I knew this place like the holes in Swiss cheese, and I've never seen a door that wouldn't open.
I took a bite out of a deli special, and leaned against a stack that I had made.
"So, what did it look like?"
Shimmer held out her hands, measuring how big it was. Yeah, normal size for blubber-butt, then she made a square shape with her paws. A control panel like some of da doors, nothing unusual. I took another chomp at my brunch.
"And has BIG sign. Caution."
Then, I ruined a perfectly good sandwich by spitting it all out, and partly choking on it. I thought Gantu cloaked that old room!? Boy, if Shim. finds out what's in it, it'll be my patooki for sure!
"Uhh...that's G's, karaoke room! You don't wanna be in dere when he starts belting out those tunes! YECK!" I added in a shudder, just for good measure.
She seemed to be buying the act until I sighed in relief. Then she looked at me, and all the little hairs on my furry body stood on end. If Gantu wanted a lie detector experiment, he should have taken Shimmer.
The glare she gave me was so scary; it could freeze a grilled cheese in no time. Her normally pretty eyes turned into tiny slits and her forehead wrinkled up. Oh yeah, she knew, she had to know I was lyin'.
"Gubuki, 625. I believe you."
Sure she did. Something weird was going on with her. Maybe she was having female experiment PMS? I wonder if they got those? Anyway, she wasn't acting like the normal, sweet, chick-experiment I knew. She was acting more like...............
"SUCCESS!!!" I never thought I would be so happy to see G. EVER. He stomped through the tension that was building up in the room, and stood in front of us. I readied myself for a ranting.
"HA! Look 624, 625! I caught the trog! It is the lie detector. Here, lets see how it works." He placed it in the middle of the room and pushed it towards us. It was the creepiest one he had ever brought in.
The little creep had a HUGE forehead, and a little screen in the middle of it. Short ears, kinda like mine, and it was really small. Not to mention red. If there was one thing Jumba went wrong with this guy, it was the coloring.
Shimmer suddenly got a strange look on her face. A smile started, and just kept on getting bigger 'till it reached her long ears. All her teeth shone, and she looked like a cat ready to pounce.
"Okay...... 625!"
Wha!? She wanted to get my attention? She had it!
"What in door!?"
Pfft. Like I was gonna tell her. Smiling innocently, I shrugged and finished off my sandwich. "Like I said, Shim. It's a Karaoke room."
LIIIIIE
The little experiment suddenly opened his big pie hole and made a loud beeping noise. Doh! That's what Shim. was doing! She was getting me to lie in front of the little guy so she would find out........Uh oh.
In the words of the big guy: Oh Blisnack.
What was going on with those two? They were acting like those pathetic humans on 625's "soap operas".
624 was being strangely aggressive. It must be something about the lazy one not being honest. Experiment 032 had beeped. Something was going on, and I intended to find out.
"What is the matter with you two? You should be celebrating the victory!"
Glaring at 625 for a second longer, 624 turned to me and smiled sweetly. Nodding her head, she hopped onto the counter. So subtly that I almost did not catch it, she nudged the yellow sandwich making trog, causing him to fall off.
How peculiar.
Turning back to me, she picked up two slices of bread, "Egg salad, Gantu?"
That one always did learn to remember my favorite dishes. I nodded and stepped over 625, who was moaning about some imaginary injury.
"624, keep an eye on 032. He's a bound trouble maker, and I have to report my capture to Hamsterviel."
She obediently finished my food and gave it to me. Placing all of the condiments away, she then climbed onto my shoulders and leapt next to the newly captured experiment. He seemed very pleased with her presence.
I walked away and headed towards the control room. The little gerbil might not come down on me so hard once I reported this.
Typing his number onto the control pad, I awaited for him to answer. His furry little face appeared and his nose twitched like a gerbil's.
How he thought he looked like a hamster, I will never understand.
"GANTU! You fish-faced excuse for a minion! Why are you annoying me vith your annoying calls!?"
Ignoring his rants, I puffed out my chest and smirked to him. "I have just caught an experiment, Hamsterviel. The little girl and trog tried to take it but-"
"Who cares HOW you got it! Vhich one IS it?" He sounded less agitated, which was always a good sign.
"Experiment 0-3-2. The lie detector." I stated proudly.
His beady red eyes narrowed and he flailed his arms, "GAH! That is of no use to me, you useless experiment catcher, you! This is as bad, as you sending me zat chocolate experiment! Don't even bother transporting it!"
The screen went blank and I bellowed. That good for nothing Rodent! Does he have any idea of how hard it is to capture an activated experiment!? No, because he's to busy bossing me around. If he was such a genius, than how is it he is still stuck in prison!?
I punched the control panel, breaking it as soon as my fist made contact. I would have 624 fix it later. That trog came in handy at times.
Suddenly, a screech came from the kitchen, followed by loud slapping noises. Now what? What could possibly go wrong in less than five minutes?
Resting my hand on my plasma gun, I checked the corner. All seemed normal until I walked into the area, from which the sounds had come from. At the sight I didn't know whether to laugh or yell.
625 and 032 were both holding their faces in pain. On the other side of the room, 625 was livid.
All her hair was sticking up, and she seemed to have extra appendages. Antennas were protruding from her head, as were two horn-like spikes. Down her back were three spines, much like the blue trog's. Her face had a horrible scowl, and four spikes hung from her cheeks like whiskers.
What had caused her to become so angry? I have never seen her so aggressive, therefore I have never seen her defensive features.
"What is the meaning of this!? What is going on here!?"
625 stared at her, eyes wide. Running towards me, I could see he had scratches all over his body. The red trog followed, but his body was barely ruffled. They were both holding their cheeks, where red marks were beginning to form.
"We don't know G! All of a sudden, Shimmer attacked us!"
LIIIIIIIIIE
The little trog then earned a glare from 625.
At his declaration, 624 growled, deep and ferocious. Her voice came out tenser than her normal tone.
"Nala Quistas' were fighting. Over me!" She sounded outraged, "Dazecu Utu Hegarn Taki!"
I rolled my eyes. The two idiot trogs made the worst mistake to make with females. Never treat them like a prize to be won. I had to learn that the hard way, and apparently, so did they.
She stepped towards them, and 625 curled into a ball. His muffled cry escaped, "SORRY SHIM! SORRY! WE WON'T EVER DO IT AGAIN!"
What a coward. I bent down to inspect his wounds. Nothing too horrible, just a few scratches. "Did she do this to you?" I asked, not in concern, but out of curiosity.
He uncurled to glare at 032, "Naw. It was the little freak. He just doesn't get that Shim. ain't available!"
The red trog then blew a raspberry at 625. 624 on the other hand had heard what he had said. The appendages that were slowly sinking back into her body stood strait once more.
"ARG! Targy Rettenu Uasurla!!!"
I gave a heaving sigh, and rolled my eyes. If he wasn't being lazy, he was being stupid. Didn't he see what was making her so mad? Females DO NOT enjoy having themselves labeled or claimed. ((Listen to Gantu boys, he knows much.))
I pushed the other two back and approached her. Laying my hand on her head I pet her slowly. For some reason that always calms her. The horns and antenna soon disappeared and she was making a low purring sound.
If any of my old crew ever saw me do this, they would have never let me live it down.
Thinking it was safe; the other two trogs waddled up to my side and stared at 624. Her eyes rested on both of them, and they froze in fear. No matter what species, a female's slap hurt.
"Meega Nala Quista."
She suddenly turned around and headed for my chambers. I was about to protest when I thought better of it. Maybe she just needed to calm down.
"I think I'll.......Go make a sandwich."
625 waddled over to the counter, but was too sore to reach it. He had never been in a 'fight' so his pain was expected. Lazy blob.
Looking back at experiment 032, I growled under my breath. I had no need for this trog and neither did Hamsterviel. He was also starting fights that didn't need to begin at all. I knew the perfect place for him.
Well? What do you think? TELL ME!
Ahem Most of you are probably wondering, "Why is she using chapters?" The answer is quite simple. ....IT'S A HELL OF A LOT EASIER!!! I have already written well into this story, and it is 36 pages long, and not even close to done! So I've decided to use chapters, and I'll update like once a week. Besides, I want to hear you beg for more, MWAHAHAHAHAH
625: Oy. Not only does she abuse me in this one, but Shimmer gets all P.Oed!
SHIMMER: *is tied up so as not to hurt him*
ANGEL: I believe I appear in the next chapter?
*Smacks the pink rat with a mallet* Shush you!
This is Kixstana Boxin, signing out! (^X^)
I know a lot of you like the pink experiment, but I personally hate the little rat's guts. -.- If I don't get a flame for saying that, I will be very surprised! Okay, maybe I don't hate HER I just hate the fact that 625 also fell for her. And I hate the color pink. I won't let my prejudice of her get in the way of a good story. So would be flamers, read the whole thing first.
I'm writing this as a sequel to 'Shining Shimmer'. Oh and this is going to be my first 'point of view fiction'. Anyway, 625, care to do the honors?
625: No way! If I so much TALK wrong in this one, Shim's gonna have my patooki!
Sigh Stitch?
STITCH: NAGGA! YOU NO LIKE BUSHIBU!(Angel)
Goddesses! Shimmer, please tell me you'll do it!?
SHIMMER: Lilo and Stitch Nagga belong to Kix. "Bushibu" belong in a whorehouse............
625/Stitch: HEY!
Don't blame me...She's the one who said it.
SHIMMER: hehe...
((I call Gantu's race, Shorca, but that was not my idea. I forgot who it was, but someone at AnimatedLust made it up.))
Gantu's Ship 7:30 AM
Why did the chair have to be directly under the window? It was very annoying when you were trying to sleep. Curling up closer to the warmth I tried to ignore the way the sun shined through my eyelids and membrane. Unable to get back to sleep, I looked up and shook my head. Yawning, my ears widened and stretched as I stood. Looking over I saw 625 reaching over for my arm.
"Shim? Uh.... bologna...with...mayo..."
Smiling widely, I tucked him further into the blankets. Even if he was a little lazy, okay, maybe VERY lazy I would do anything for him. And if he wanted a sandwich, I'd gladly give him one. I saw him smirk before he dived under the covers to get some more sleep.
"Hmn. Bologna? Bol-o-gna? Isha....Aha!"
I usually talked to myself on these lonely mornings. It kept me busy and made the time fly by faster. As I spread the strange white concoction that was 'Mayonnaise' I felt a chill. Like I was being watched. Focusing on my hearing, I scanned the area for any sounds and detected heavy breathing.
"Trog. I am growing tired of sandwiches. Make me an omelet." Oh. It was only Gantu. For a second there I was worried.
"Gantu? Dubu Jasca?" I asked him. He just patted me on the head and nodded.
"Yes, Yes, cheddar cheese is fine."
Another smile grazed my face as he walked off. I have been a lot happier ever since I came to stay with my Ohana. My life before was much bleaker. I remembered walking for miles and how hungry I was. But that life was the past, and I can look foreword to my future!
I had just finished the two plates when a yellow hand reached out to grab the sandwich. 625 was yawing and scratching himself. No matter how tired he was, he was always in the mood for a sandwich. He took a bite and gulped it down, barely chewing.
"Ya know, food always tastes better when ya make it Shim. Of coarse, no one makes a sandwich better than I do."
Giggling I gave him a good morning bump and walked off to deliver Gantu's food. A while ago I had learned to balance a tray on my head using my ears. It was quite efficient and much easier than holding it.
625 followed me, shaking his head at how well I behaved. He was always so aggressive with Gantu I just couldn't understand it. Reaching the doors, I knocked, creating a hollow sound throughout the ship.
They slid open to reveal Gantu, in his uniform ready to go out and catch another cousin. He looked down and grabbed the plate, slurping his breakfast. Wiping his mouth he handed it back to me.
"Thank you, 624. Now I must go out and find experiment that has just been activated."
Finishing off his sandwich, 625 walked up behind me, "Oh yeah? Which one?"
"032. Designed to detect lies."
I rolled my eyes and walked off to do the dishes. Chances were that he would come back, sore and defeated. The best thing to do when he was like that was to stay out of his way.
Scrubbing a stubborn spot on a dish, I didn't notice 625 had followed me. He was looking at me with a strange expression. Like he could see through me. I stopped working to stare at him, snapping my fingers in his face.
"625. 625? Haswa, Niffu Okay?" He was beginning to scare me.
Shaking himself out of the hypnotic gaze, he blinked and scratched the back of his head. "Er. Yeah Shim. I'm okay........but if I'm lucky, I can get some more sleep." He yawned once more and walked off towards the 'bed'.
It was astonishing at how much he could sleep in one day! Ah well, I was used to it by now.
"Grussa Dreams."
I only saw his yellow paw stick out of the pile of blankets to wave me away. So comical.
Stacking the dishes neatly, I searched the ship for anything that needed to be cleaned. So far, everything was spotless. Once again I leapt onto the counter and turning to 625's beloved stereo I moved to press the button, but thought otherwise.
Once disturbed, he could be quite grumpy.
I was so bored. Nothing needed cleaning, no one was hungry, and I didn't have anyone to talk to. I felt so obsolete, so useless. I jumped off of the counter, landing silently on all fours. Scuttling around, I inspected every corner yet all was well.
Soon, in my mad rush for something to occupy my time, I ran into a giant door. All the doors were large of coarse, but none of them had a CAUTION sign hanging from them.
How odd that Gantu never mentioned it to me. When I had first arrived, he had explained every rule with certain stiffness.
As I punched in the code for the doors, a loud mechanical voice rang out.
'ACCESS DENIED. ENTER CORRECT PASSWORD.'
How odd. Gantu had the same code for every door. Why would this one be any different?
I was about to try again, when 625's voice traveled to my ears. He was whining and moaning about the sound it had made. Rolling my eyes, I walked over to him, looking back only to glare at the door.
Ooh! How I hated not knowing what was going on! It was one thing that drove me insane!
"Nala Quista door."
Geez. No one can get any peace around here. There I was, having a nice dream about Shim serving up a sandwich in a hula skirt, and a stupid beeping noise wakes me up!
"Shimmer!" I didn't use her full name that much. It took to long. "What's all da ruckus!?"
She came storming into the room, a pissed look on her face. I've never seen her look so mad, I mean, I haven't even seen her mad before. She was muttering something under her breath, but I was too sleepy to here.
"What was all the noise back there?"
Her head snapped up, and she looked at me. Rubbing the back of her head she laughed nervously. "Nothing. I. Just. Saca, walked into door! Ih! Walked into door."
I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. She always was a terrible liar, "Shimmer. What really went on?"
Her ears fell flat and she made invisible designs on the floor with her toe. Shim. looked up at me, and I rolled my eyes. She had that oh-so- adorable puppy look on her face. I hate it when she uses the face!
"Isa just looking around. Hutcunu fashel Nala Quista door!"
I scratched my head and shrugged, turning to make myself a sandwich. A door that wouldn't open? Weird. I knew this place like the holes in Swiss cheese, and I've never seen a door that wouldn't open.
I took a bite out of a deli special, and leaned against a stack that I had made.
"So, what did it look like?"
Shimmer held out her hands, measuring how big it was. Yeah, normal size for blubber-butt, then she made a square shape with her paws. A control panel like some of da doors, nothing unusual. I took another chomp at my brunch.
"And has BIG sign. Caution."
Then, I ruined a perfectly good sandwich by spitting it all out, and partly choking on it. I thought Gantu cloaked that old room!? Boy, if Shim. finds out what's in it, it'll be my patooki for sure!
"Uhh...that's G's, karaoke room! You don't wanna be in dere when he starts belting out those tunes! YECK!" I added in a shudder, just for good measure.
She seemed to be buying the act until I sighed in relief. Then she looked at me, and all the little hairs on my furry body stood on end. If Gantu wanted a lie detector experiment, he should have taken Shimmer.
The glare she gave me was so scary; it could freeze a grilled cheese in no time. Her normally pretty eyes turned into tiny slits and her forehead wrinkled up. Oh yeah, she knew, she had to know I was lyin'.
"Gubuki, 625. I believe you."
Sure she did. Something weird was going on with her. Maybe she was having female experiment PMS? I wonder if they got those? Anyway, she wasn't acting like the normal, sweet, chick-experiment I knew. She was acting more like...............
"SUCCESS!!!" I never thought I would be so happy to see G. EVER. He stomped through the tension that was building up in the room, and stood in front of us. I readied myself for a ranting.
"HA! Look 624, 625! I caught the trog! It is the lie detector. Here, lets see how it works." He placed it in the middle of the room and pushed it towards us. It was the creepiest one he had ever brought in.
The little creep had a HUGE forehead, and a little screen in the middle of it. Short ears, kinda like mine, and it was really small. Not to mention red. If there was one thing Jumba went wrong with this guy, it was the coloring.
Shimmer suddenly got a strange look on her face. A smile started, and just kept on getting bigger 'till it reached her long ears. All her teeth shone, and she looked like a cat ready to pounce.
"Okay...... 625!"
Wha!? She wanted to get my attention? She had it!
"What in door!?"
Pfft. Like I was gonna tell her. Smiling innocently, I shrugged and finished off my sandwich. "Like I said, Shim. It's a Karaoke room."
LIIIIIE
The little experiment suddenly opened his big pie hole and made a loud beeping noise. Doh! That's what Shim. was doing! She was getting me to lie in front of the little guy so she would find out........Uh oh.
In the words of the big guy: Oh Blisnack.
What was going on with those two? They were acting like those pathetic humans on 625's "soap operas".
624 was being strangely aggressive. It must be something about the lazy one not being honest. Experiment 032 had beeped. Something was going on, and I intended to find out.
"What is the matter with you two? You should be celebrating the victory!"
Glaring at 625 for a second longer, 624 turned to me and smiled sweetly. Nodding her head, she hopped onto the counter. So subtly that I almost did not catch it, she nudged the yellow sandwich making trog, causing him to fall off.
How peculiar.
Turning back to me, she picked up two slices of bread, "Egg salad, Gantu?"
That one always did learn to remember my favorite dishes. I nodded and stepped over 625, who was moaning about some imaginary injury.
"624, keep an eye on 032. He's a bound trouble maker, and I have to report my capture to Hamsterviel."
She obediently finished my food and gave it to me. Placing all of the condiments away, she then climbed onto my shoulders and leapt next to the newly captured experiment. He seemed very pleased with her presence.
I walked away and headed towards the control room. The little gerbil might not come down on me so hard once I reported this.
Typing his number onto the control pad, I awaited for him to answer. His furry little face appeared and his nose twitched like a gerbil's.
How he thought he looked like a hamster, I will never understand.
"GANTU! You fish-faced excuse for a minion! Why are you annoying me vith your annoying calls!?"
Ignoring his rants, I puffed out my chest and smirked to him. "I have just caught an experiment, Hamsterviel. The little girl and trog tried to take it but-"
"Who cares HOW you got it! Vhich one IS it?" He sounded less agitated, which was always a good sign.
"Experiment 0-3-2. The lie detector." I stated proudly.
His beady red eyes narrowed and he flailed his arms, "GAH! That is of no use to me, you useless experiment catcher, you! This is as bad, as you sending me zat chocolate experiment! Don't even bother transporting it!"
The screen went blank and I bellowed. That good for nothing Rodent! Does he have any idea of how hard it is to capture an activated experiment!? No, because he's to busy bossing me around. If he was such a genius, than how is it he is still stuck in prison!?
I punched the control panel, breaking it as soon as my fist made contact. I would have 624 fix it later. That trog came in handy at times.
Suddenly, a screech came from the kitchen, followed by loud slapping noises. Now what? What could possibly go wrong in less than five minutes?
Resting my hand on my plasma gun, I checked the corner. All seemed normal until I walked into the area, from which the sounds had come from. At the sight I didn't know whether to laugh or yell.
625 and 032 were both holding their faces in pain. On the other side of the room, 625 was livid.
All her hair was sticking up, and she seemed to have extra appendages. Antennas were protruding from her head, as were two horn-like spikes. Down her back were three spines, much like the blue trog's. Her face had a horrible scowl, and four spikes hung from her cheeks like whiskers.
What had caused her to become so angry? I have never seen her so aggressive, therefore I have never seen her defensive features.
"What is the meaning of this!? What is going on here!?"
625 stared at her, eyes wide. Running towards me, I could see he had scratches all over his body. The red trog followed, but his body was barely ruffled. They were both holding their cheeks, where red marks were beginning to form.
"We don't know G! All of a sudden, Shimmer attacked us!"
LIIIIIIIIIE
The little trog then earned a glare from 625.
At his declaration, 624 growled, deep and ferocious. Her voice came out tenser than her normal tone.
"Nala Quistas' were fighting. Over me!" She sounded outraged, "Dazecu Utu Hegarn Taki!"
I rolled my eyes. The two idiot trogs made the worst mistake to make with females. Never treat them like a prize to be won. I had to learn that the hard way, and apparently, so did they.
She stepped towards them, and 625 curled into a ball. His muffled cry escaped, "SORRY SHIM! SORRY! WE WON'T EVER DO IT AGAIN!"
What a coward. I bent down to inspect his wounds. Nothing too horrible, just a few scratches. "Did she do this to you?" I asked, not in concern, but out of curiosity.
He uncurled to glare at 032, "Naw. It was the little freak. He just doesn't get that Shim. ain't available!"
The red trog then blew a raspberry at 625. 624 on the other hand had heard what he had said. The appendages that were slowly sinking back into her body stood strait once more.
"ARG! Targy Rettenu Uasurla!!!"
I gave a heaving sigh, and rolled my eyes. If he wasn't being lazy, he was being stupid. Didn't he see what was making her so mad? Females DO NOT enjoy having themselves labeled or claimed. ((Listen to Gantu boys, he knows much.))
I pushed the other two back and approached her. Laying my hand on her head I pet her slowly. For some reason that always calms her. The horns and antenna soon disappeared and she was making a low purring sound.
If any of my old crew ever saw me do this, they would have never let me live it down.
Thinking it was safe; the other two trogs waddled up to my side and stared at 624. Her eyes rested on both of them, and they froze in fear. No matter what species, a female's slap hurt.
"Meega Nala Quista."
She suddenly turned around and headed for my chambers. I was about to protest when I thought better of it. Maybe she just needed to calm down.
"I think I'll.......Go make a sandwich."
625 waddled over to the counter, but was too sore to reach it. He had never been in a 'fight' so his pain was expected. Lazy blob.
Looking back at experiment 032, I growled under my breath. I had no need for this trog and neither did Hamsterviel. He was also starting fights that didn't need to begin at all. I knew the perfect place for him.
Well? What do you think? TELL ME!
Ahem Most of you are probably wondering, "Why is she using chapters?" The answer is quite simple. ....IT'S A HELL OF A LOT EASIER!!! I have already written well into this story, and it is 36 pages long, and not even close to done! So I've decided to use chapters, and I'll update like once a week. Besides, I want to hear you beg for more, MWAHAHAHAHAH
625: Oy. Not only does she abuse me in this one, but Shimmer gets all P.Oed!
SHIMMER: *is tied up so as not to hurt him*
ANGEL: I believe I appear in the next chapter?
*Smacks the pink rat with a mallet* Shush you!
This is Kixstana Boxin, signing out! (^X^)