avatar: hullo. Thanks for reading my new fanfic, Experiment 000. The first chapter provides a prologue, and also some setting the stage for the actual fic. This fic is mostly action/adventure, but expect to also see some humor and angst. I'm not good at romance, so don't expect much of that.

Jumba: avatarjk137 is not owning Lilo and Stitch. He is only owning of Experiment 000, and the plot residing in this fic. Heh, he must be quite an evil genius to create such a sinister OC!

Chapter 1

Evil and Then Some

"I am honored that you are wishing to be watching me work today, Dr. Hamsterviel," Jumba muttered. "I am ready to be finishing with Experiment 623 today, and I plan for it to be very evil indeed."

"It better be," Hamsterviel said irritably. "You said the 600 series would be extremely powerful and destructive, but many of them are either not powerful enough, or just stupid in power level. What good is an experiment that destroys the universe if we ARE IN THE UNIVERSE!?"

"Am honestly forgetting why I would create that one," Jumba replied. "However, many of them, like 601 and 619 for example, are quite powerful."

"Yes, but a couple of space trooper squads could probably bring them down. We need something capable of defeating entire ARMIES single-handedly!"

Jumba smiled and laughed evilly. "Why, that's just what 623 will be doing. I am confident he is to be greatest success yet!"

"That is why I came," Hamsterviel explained shrilly, "you four-eyed, bumbling, language-butchering ninny! I thought perhaps if I came in person, the experiment would be better than if I just looked at the files showing their powers!"

"It is nice to see you are showing of personal interest. I have lost nearly 25 years of my life, my hair, my marriage, an apartment, and three spaceships creating these experiments. I am not about to be letting it all go to waste!" Jumba was far too proud of his latest creation to let Dr. Hamsterviel's insulting manner get on his nerves. He finished the last of his equations, and walked over to a large switch. "Now is good time for you to be putting on goggles. Uh, experiment generation might be bright." He slid on his own 4 goggles, and Hamsterviel complied with minimal muttering. Jumba dialed in a security combination and pulled the switch.

After a bright flash, the experiment stood on a table in the middle of the room. He looked similar to Stitch, but larger, about the size of 627, and perhaps a little heavier in build. Also, he only had two arms, despite showing his spines and antennae. His jet black fur covered his entire body. Then his eyes opened. They were bright red, and the red seemed to radiate outward across his form. Sinister-looking, swirling markings spread down his arms, legs, and back. The tips of his spines and antennae lit up red as well. His claws, also red, slid out of his paws. He stared at the two self-proclaimed 'evil genuises', and spoke. His mouth didn't move, his dark, smooth voice was entirely telepathic. "Dr. Jumba Jookiba, Dr. Jacques Von Hamsterviel, I'm glad to meet you. Thank you for creating me."

"Ah, he looks promising, Jumba. Looks like you did this one right for a change." He turned back to the new experiment. "Tell me, 623, what can you do to serve us?"

623's eyes narrowed. "I do NOT serve you two. I serve only evil itself. I am the greatest evil yet to walk this plane. As for what I do…" his mouth moved for the first time, opening in a long, feral laugh. "I create… and I destroy. You will experience the latter." He jumped from the platform, and rolled into a ball. He shot between the two shocked scientists, and right into a control panel, which he smashed on impact. He leaped out of the wreckage and began smashing tubes, beakers, and various other items, causing a fire to start.

"Jumba you fat idiot! What in the blitz did you do? This one is totally insane!"

"I am not knowing, was not my fault!" Jumba yelled, stuttering with panic. He grabbed a wide-nozzle gun-like device from a shelf, and aimed it at 623. The black experiment jumped out of the way of the white orb that the gun fired, and landed on Hamsterviel's chair, knocking the gerbil-like alien to the floor. Before he could scramble to his feet, 623 landed on his chest, pinning him down.

"This is the end for you, rat-boy."

"R-r-rat-boy?" Hamsterviel was almost too scared to be indignant. Suddenly, 623 was blasted by Jumba. He stared balefully out at them from inside the white orb, and gave them a universally obscene hand gesture before a loud 'POP' sound reduced him to a small, black marble with red numbers on it.

"I am entirely sorry, Dr. Hamsterviel." Jumba picked up the pod, and stared at it. "I am having no idea what happened. I will get started on 624 right away."

"Nooo," Hamsterviel corrected angrily, climbing back into his chair, "you will be getting started on a new 623 right away… after you have that one destroyed. It is far too evil! Destroy it, I don't want somebody to unknowingly open that pod 100 years from now!"

"I cannot destroy it," Jumba said, locking it in a small safe. "Already durable experiments are completely indestructible in small pod form."

"Then have it removed from the databanks so nobody who reads your notes will find it! And when you get the chance, throw it into a black hole or something."

"I will renumber it," Jumba said. "Will be numbered '000', and I will get a start on creating new 623 tonight. Nobody will ever having known it existed." He locked the small safe in a slightly larger safe.

Almost two years later…

"Thanks for cleaning the spaceship, Jumba," Pleakley called into the spaceship. "I didn't think you'd pitch in for the Earth tradition of spring cleaning. Fascinating how they relate one season to tidiness more than the others."

"Is my pleasure, one-eyed friend," Jumba lied. Then he said to Stitch, more quietly, "If I am one cleaning it, there is no risking of him finding some leftover evil genius creation and throwing it away."

"Ih," Stitch replied, dusting the ceiling with his two extra arms as he clung to it with his other four limbs.

"And thank you, little girl, for helping me with the cleaning this spaceship out. I am not being good cleaner, and I still need it to be passing Pleakley's standards."

"You're welcome Jumba," Lilo said absentmindedly. The 6 months since Leroy had been dealt with were pretty dull. Lilo had taken an IQ test that showed her to be more than a bit above normal human intelligence (to nobody's surprise but Myrtle's), and Lilo had asked not be placed in the gifted program. So she was in a normal first grade class, now, except that she was still taking 2nd-grade math. Jumba also promised that later, for high school, he'd correct anything the school system got wrong about math, physics, or chemistry.

Jumba himself had gotten a few minor Earth patents (a cheaper microwave here, a smarter robotic vacuum there), providing the family with the money for a bit of luxury. One investment was a real samurai sword, which most members of the ohana found interesting (Pleakley found the fact that a whole people of Earth had made a weapon into an art 'fascinating', Jumba was amazed Earthlings had taken one primitive science so far, Lilo thought it a great zombie-fighting weapon, and Stitch enjoyed using it, and mastering it.)

Another thing they had spent money on was educational books and videos for Stitch. Jumba found Stitch took easily to a video teaching English as a second language, and bought some educational things for that, plus several Earth martial arts. Stitch was now almost as fluent in English as Turan, and knew Judo, Tai Kwan Do, Jujutsu, and Northern Tai Chi, and took kickboxing classes with Kixx. Kixx had borrowed a Judo video to study for himself, and Lilo had had the idea to pass around the 'English as a second language' video to all the experiments who weren't already fluent. It had worked in most cases (Felix could still only say 'dirty'), but not as well as with Stitch.

Lilo came out of her thoughts when she found a small safe under the copilot's chair. "What's this, Jumba?"

"I am not remembering, little girl." Jumba held the safe up to one of his eyes, and the retinal lock popped open. Inside was another safe, with a number lock. "Whatever it was, I was keeping it very secure." He tried 3 codes, and on the third, the lock popped open. "Us evil geniuses are such security freaks," he chuckled, but stopped dead when he saw the experiment pod inside. It was black, and was printed in red numbers, '000'.

End of Chapter

Yeah, I made Experiment 000 pretty evil, didn't I? An ego cookie for anybody who figures out why I didn't just use 628, who is a blank slate character that anybody can fill in for an OC. I have two reasons.