This is nothing but a collection of one-shots and pairings.

Main character, genre and summary will be indicated before the story, except if I want it to be a surprise!

Story could be regarding any genre or character from the show, even Mr. Cheepers!

DISCLAIMER: MISSsweety will never own the 63 SRMTHFG! episodes, but she owns it in her daydreams.


HIS RIGHT OF LIBERTY

He was longing for liberty, the liberty he was deprived of.

He felt as if a chain was suffocating him to death.

His liberty wasn't in his hands, it wasn't in his control.

He just wanted to be free from his tormentor's wrath.

He was deprived from the simplest rights of a creature, liberty.

He was certain that his freedom wouldn't cause any harm to any being. However, the word harm referred to physical injuries. He didn't list pissing people off as harm.

However, such desire wasn't granted to his poor unfortunate soul.

He was well-aware of the fact that the merciless creature before him had no right to control him or forbid him from having a normal life.

In addition to it, he was also certain that the unfortunate creatures on his side, were suffering the same pain and agony he sustained, even if their facial expressions prove the opposite.

But, how far their psychological torment will extend, it'll always be him who would be suffering the most torture, who would be spending the most tremendous effort to stand the torment. It was quite obvious to everyone.

With the passage of every minute, the chains would tighten more and more around his neck, the imaginary chains.

He found a condition quite similar to his anguish. It was as if the walls were exerting pressure on his mortal body, squeezing it with no particle of mercy.

Words weren't enough to describe the mental anguish he suffered.

He just wanted to end the entire matter, even if it meant being tied and suspended in a realistic death chamber. According to his psychology, it was better from the current wrath unleashed upon him.

Standing in dark's way was, indeed, a risky task requiring determination, power and endurance. It was well-know that it could prove injuries or fatal. The probabilities of their occurrence were quite high. Even though he was a hero who opposed these enemies and sacrificed his life to save the cosmos, he couldn't sustain the relatively less dose of agony he was suffering at the current moment.

He was ready to perform any feat to break free from those imaginary chains.

Despite the fact that he knew it was only the matter of time before he regained his liberty, he could no longer stand the effects of the tormentor's ruthless soul.

The matter was driving him to insanity; the fear of losing his mind began to haunt him.

Whenever he was deprived of his liberty, he would always guess that it would either last forever or that he won't be able to endure it anymore. However, he always manages to sustain.

There were some certain occasions where he expressed his desire for freedom in such a way that sympathy and astonishment will take over all the unfortunate souls suffering this grim fate along with him.

And in spite of the numerous times he was compelled to taste this anguish, he never got used to it. Actually, it developed more hatred for the matter in his heart.

They always assured him that this anguish was temporary but the thought of it being endless never left his mind, it took over it.

All his desperate attempts to ignore the pain and cause himself to be distracted always proved failure. They always went to no avail.

He always wondered why time flies hastily when he's happy and is almost constant during this round of terror. He accused time of annoying him, as if it was making him pay for pissing off his teammates on a continuous loop.

He glanced over the clock, trying to assure himself that freedom is near since the torment had lasted for ages. He tried to develop a new hope, a reason for him to endure the agony. However, all his hopes were shattered as he came to realize that two more hours of anguish deprived him of freedom. He was terrified from the pain awaiting him in these two hours.

He dearly wanted anything to rescue him from his agony, to grant him his right of liberty.

He was eager for this rescue as if he were a creature longing for oxygen.

Liberty was ,indeed, his oxygen. He couldn't live without it.

He could no longer sustain it. The psychological torment within his head was increasing at a very fast rate. He had to find a way to end it.

Suddenly, the alarm went off, notifying the Hyper Force that Skeleton King was attacking the city.

Sprx shot up from his seat subconsciously and screamed on top of his lungs with joy: "YEAH! FREEDOM! LIBERTY! MY LIBERTY IS BACK! Thanks Skeleton King I don't know what I could've done without your help! You're my savior! I'm free! FREE I TELL YA!" and hopping with ultimate relief and pleasure.

The rest of the team looked at his cheerful being with pity. They were certain that Gibson's lectures were tormenting his soul, but none of them imagined that it tortured him to the extent of considering their biggest enemy a savior. Actually, all of them, except for Gibby, drank from the same cup of anguish and agony and were well-aware that his dose was a lot more than theirs. They considered the pain he sustained and were filled with sympathy for his hysterical state. They knew SK was, in fact, their savior. They knew he had the right to go hysterical when the alarm granted him his liberty. They knew he was longing for his right of liberty.


Anyone expected it?

Anyways, I know this is rather crappy but there's gonna be more, and better, a lot better indeed!

This story was inspired by a true incident. PM me if you're curious. It's really a silly incident!

And I was going to forget, REVIEW! or flame!