Confessions of an Evil Genius
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When people kept falling for Pleakley in the "Hunkahunka" episode, why wasn't Jumba affected?
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-sigh-
As I sit here, with evil genius mind in a whirl, I couldn't help but think. Remember, the incident of Experiment #323? I can. I remember when I first created it. Ha! Can't believe that a love experiment fits in my army of chaos? Thought so too, but realized, from chaos caused by ex-wife, that Love itself is a hazard. I learned, that love can be a powerful thing, must be handled carefully, or everything goes wrong. Love is a science that can't be written in a formula, simmered to the right temperature or scribbled down on a clipboard. But yet, it can still be experimented on. And if not careful, it will backfire.
Which is why I created #323. From my mistakes, I figured that it would be a weapon of choice, the most powerful of all, making smitten enemies vulnerable long enough for me to make move. That's why when I see it fly among the streets freely, I smile. I know that disastor in the most compassionate form will go and destroy society. But yet...Something held me back.
I ask myself, "Why is something that can cause good feeling be so...bad?" Is this not the same world? I did not understand, not at first. But I set myself on a journey to find out.
And...I was shocked at what I found. People by the dozens swarmed around you, wanting to claim you as their own. I still didn't understand. Why you? Out of whole society, why were you chosen to be top idol, cherished by all? And something in evil genius heart stirred. It felt like...envy.
Envy? Hah!
But yet, I still felt it, stinging at me as I saw you running, trying to get noticed by wearing all sorts of ridiculous earth women's clothing, oblivious as to how popular you have become. I felt the unexplained urge to comfort you, to protect you. Why? Because I care about you, my little one eyed one. I would do anything in my power to make sure that you are safe. Why? you may ask.
You're only family I have, and I don't want to lose my ohana. Sure, there is little girl and 626 and bigger girl, but there is something special...almost like...bond, between us. I can feel it, everytime you give one of your warm smiles, or when we sit on couch watching "idiot box" together. There's definetely something there.
So you might ask yourself when reading this letter "What is Jumba trying to say?"
Well, here's my confession.
When 323 terrorized island, pecking everyone it saw, why wasn't I infected? Well, I was hiding in the bushes, watching you on beach with poofy earth dress, being held up by Gantu, who was victim of 323. I growled, he dare he touch you! Big dummy head should be doing failing job at catching loose experiments, not being smitten by you! It tore at me. For once, I admit, Evil Genius Jumba Jookiba was scared. I didn't want to see you hurt. And Gantu...he is only here to cause hurt.
And then it hit me. The tiny peck of 323 on the back of neck (at first I felt nothing, due to tough Kweltikuanian hide) and then...nothing happened. I didn't feel smitten at all. It was as if...I was immune. And then I realized, that the enivitable happened.
I realized that, I was already infected. From long time ago. And sitting here, writing this letter to you with hands trembling from anxiety, I know that this can't be held in much longer.
I...love you, Wendy Pleakley.
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Jumba looked at the letter, before sighing, ripping it from the notebook and crumpling it up. Love was not something that he could accomplish. It hurt him too much in the past. From his ex-wife and other past lovers. And Pleakley...Pleakley was far too sensitive to handle the truth. It might cause the unique bond between them to crumble like an old fortress.
He tossed the crumpled up paper ball over his shoulder, not even caring where it landed. He knew that Pleakley would find it when going on one of his frequent cleaning sprees. And when he did he would be at Jumba's ship, knocking on the thick metal door, begging for him to understand.
But it would be his little one-eyed one that wouldn't understand.
Pleakley was too open to love, and he knew how to handle it perfectly. But Jumba...even with his past romances he still couldn't find out how to tame this mysterious element. How something so soothing could sting at his heart was beyond him.
The larger alien got up from his desk, turning off the desk lamp as he slumped his way into the halls, ducking under the low built doorways and ducking the ceiling fan as he marched with melancholy outside to his ship. He needed to be alone. To think this over before going to try again. He glanced back at the tiny house on the hill, glowing with light and dim sounds of a monster movie on the TV, before turning his back to it. The door to his ship closed behind him, the sound of the lock quietly echoed as it locked into place.
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I haven't done any j/p work before, so I thought that I'd give it a try. I wanted to do a different approuch on their relationship, since every one would just assume that the two would spill it out to each other eventually, but I wanted to try to see what it would be like in Jumba's eyes. I might write a sequal to this...
Until that happens, take some time to think of your own possible outcome for the two.
so, please reaview! (no flames, please. be nice)