A/N: I'm thankful for the oc for my next long fanfic series. Question: Should I've all the OCs in the first part of my series or separate them into different stories within the series? Message me for your answer. Also, thank you all for reading this story. I wouldn't mind some more reviews, but beggars can't be choosers. I'll just continue, even if this story will only have 6 reviews. Thank you for reading it though.

Hours later...

I wake from my couch, looking around and concluded that I was home.

I groan, "Aaaaahhhhhhhh."

I stretch myself and sit up on the couch, my eyes fall onto the digital clock. It reads, 3:50.

I say, "It's either a.m. or p.m., let me check."

I look out the window and see that the sun was out and comment, "P.m."

I stand from the couch and trudge to my room, trying to find my holophone. After rummaging through my room, I find it where I last had it and I can't believe I didn't check early. Underneath my pillow, I take it out and proceed to call Stitch.

"Marcus!" he speaks excitingly.

I reply still a little groggy, "Hey Stitch. Can I come over or what?"

"Ih, machine works meega bring Marcus. Now!" he exclaims.

I protest, "Naga! I need to-"

It was too late, I was teleported from my room and in front of Lilo, Stitch, 627, Wolf, Angel, Violet, Jumba, Pleakley, Gantu and Reuben on the beach. Lilo wearing her red muumuu, blue sandals, Jumba in red Hawiian shirt and big cargo pants and Pleakley, a green muumuu on with three blue sandals. Gantu still had his same black suit on and the experiments presented, well they were all the same basically.

I finish my statement, "Change."

I turn to Stitch and he, as well as everybody else, were examining my attire, confused of why I'm wearing such fancy clothes.

Stitch asks, "Gaba? Why Marcus dress fancy?"

"Because I just graduated a few hours ago" I reply a little annoyed.

Pleakley says, "Ah, graduation the process of when a young Earth child goes onto bigger and better things in life after completing schooling. They've so many choices of houses call universities or collages or they can do anything they feel free to do. Really nice, it reminds me about my days back when I was a younger."

Jumba responds, "Now being one to save Earth boy Marcus from one-eyed noodle's senseless talking, because if he were to speak.

Earth boy Marcus and us would being here for long, long time."

Pleakley puts his arms across his chest and huffs, "Hmm."

I comment nicely, "Thank you Pleakley for wanting to tell me stories, but...but I...I need to ask Jumba something."

I add, "Also, the 'houses' you speak of are called either universities or colleges. Not collages."

I grab Jumba and take him into a corner where we would be far enough from everyone else.

I ask in a whispery tone, "I need you to do some tests on me? Please?"

"What's being problem Marcus?" he asks.

I reply, "Well, I need to know first off why I was able to transform and two is there something wrong with it or me."

I jump onto him and shake the collar of his Hawaiian shirt, making him shake and while saying, "I need your help!"

He looks confused by what I said and gently pulls me off, settles me down and thinks.

He responds, "Come to ship, I be needing to ask questions about events."

I reply, "I just need to tell them something."

I turn, walk back to the rest of the gang and say, "Yes. Hi, nice to meet you again. We should really spend some time together."

I add, "Seriously now, I don't want any of you to tell Sapphire I'm here. I need some help from Jumba. So until then, this is on the hush. Hush."

I look to Pleakley and say, "Especially you Pleakley. If you let this slip, let's just say that in order to find you. They'll need an electron microscope just to find any trace of you."

He gulps and I walk with Jumba to his ship, hoping for some quick tests.

Outside Jumba's Ship/lab...

When we walk up to it, I stop midway and just look to it. Heavily thinking, about everything.

My thoughts,'To think this is where everything began for me and now I'm back here to see what the hell is wrong with me this time. I'm making a very bad habit of getting myself into very bad and painful predicaments. Ah, well. That's life, without any of this. I would pretty much be bored. In fact I wouldn't even be here at this moment, if I never had the predicament of falling into Stitch's world, having his DNA running in my body and now being the first human/experiment hybrid.'

"Earth boy Marcus!" Jumba shouts from the entrance of the ship.

I respond, "Hm? Yes."

He asks, "Are we being going inside?"

I nod and run up to him.

Once inside, he takes me into a room where he has an equivalent to a doctor's check-up bed and I assume he wants me to go on it. I climb onto it and Jumba looks around the place.

He mutters lowly, "Dumb one-eyed noodle cleaning and rearranging things, how can former evil genius get things needed. If things aren't it spot I had before."

I give off a slight chuckle, because I think it's nice that Pleakley is a clean freak-to a degree. They are imperfectly perfect for one another, which is even funnier as my chuckling turns into a mild laugh and then escalates to an outrage burst of laughing.

I stop after a few minutes and Jumba is still trying to look for something.

I just kick my feet, trying my best not to die of boredom from all this waiting and after a few kicks.

"Ah ha!" he explains excitingly.

He grabs this helmet thing, place it on my head and pushes buttons on it.

I ask worried about the thing, "Um? What is this thing and how does it help with my episodes? Or explain how I transformed?"

He replies calmly, "This is a neuro scanner, it's going to telling me what's being wrong with you in matter of short moments."

I ask doubtfully, "How so? I mean, what does this thing even do?"

He answers confidently, "Scan brain for anything out of ordinary, such as certain activities or different wave signals."

I ask intrigued, "How?"

He says loosing some patience, "Because it taking small sample of DNA as we speaking and scanning waves at same time."

I repeat, "How?"

He comments trying to hide the fact I was bothering him, "Listen, just letting me concentrate on this because this is highly delicate machine that I've made."

My eyes widen and I say fearfully, "You've made!"

I grab onto the device and try to yank it off my head, though it wouldn't get off.

I scream desperately, "Get this thing off me!"

He tries to ease me by saying, "This'll being thing to help."

I put my hands to my sides and he continues, "You'll know more if you keeping quiet."

I shut my mouth and hold any other further questions in the back of my mind, as he is taking notes of my observations and collecting data. He takes off the helmet after he is finished and I knew that means he is going to answer my questions.

He says, "Well, for first part of questioning. About transforming, it seems you've done something unnatural that very few beings can do."

I ask scared of the answer, "What?"

He answers shocked about the results, "On my planet we have three words meaning, all meaning the same things that has befallen you and it is really unbelievable. They're vutationvi, tratation, or transemutatofirationcis."

I ask confused by those words, "Huh? What do they mean?"

He replies, "On your planet, it's close to..."