Hey everyone, glad you could make it! Sit back and relax, because the origins of 001 will finally be revealed!

Anonymous, I don't think Angel's song would work. Her main power is turning good to evil; all her reverse song does is negate that effect. I doubt it can turn evil to good if the person was already evil to begin with.

Mona, happy belated birthday! Like most psychopathic experiments, 001 was inspired by 552. And a little Power Rangers helped, too. Gantu got revived by the Whale Watchers, and promptly ate them. He WAS very hungry, after all. I don't really know where Arnold is. As for the Babyflier episode, I think he just took care of Gantu to shut him up. Otherwise, he would have been crying all the time, and we all know how annoying crying babies are.

SpeedySwaf, I've only seen a little of Dead Zone. What does that have to do with anything?

LTC, Jumba tried to patent his cures for Earth sicknesses but the FBI made him give the cures to some idiot doctor and let him get all the credit. Lousy government agents. Poor Jumba didn't get a cent.

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Young adult genius and aspiring future evil scientist Jumba Jookiba looked down at his worktable angrily. "Arrgh, why won't you blitznagging live already?!"

Jumba was in his dorm at the University of Keltikwaan. He was in his final semester of college, and in deep trouble of failing and being held back a year. Despite his ridiculously high IQ, he was failing most of his classes due to hilarious pranks he played on teachers and his crummy physical condition. The thing on his table, the result of a genetic experiment, was worth 20% of his final Biology grade and his last chance to graduate on time. The assignment had been to create a living, breathing creature out of spare bits of DNA and other parts. Jumba had easily built the creature, a white monkey that was a slightly more advanced version of the primates found in his planet's jungles, but there was only one problem. His creation was brain dead. It was only being kept alive by a basic life support system, and if it could not demonstrate any form of self-sustained life the teachers would not accept it and he would fail.

Jumba ran his meaty fingers through his thick Afro in thought. "Hmmm…" He suddenly got an ingeniously evil idea and went over to his dresser drawer. "If science is being unable make my creation live…" He pulled out a thick, ancient book. "Perhaps magic can!"

Magic as a whole was outlawed everywhere in the galaxy. (Something to do with an evil sorcerous conqueror who nearly took over the universe millennia ago.) Despite this, numerous families taught the old ways in secret to their children in hopes that they could one day restore the age of mysticism and magic. Jumba's family was one of them. Although Jumba himself slightly favored science over magic, (which is why he went to college in the first place) he didn't mind casting an occasional spell or two every once in a while, when he really needed it. And this was definitely one time when he really needed it!

After flipping through the ancient book of magic, Jumba found a spell that was just what he needed. There was nothing he could do to fix his experiment's brain, but he could work around that by summoning a spirit from the World Outside of Time. By doing so, he could make the spirit possess his empty experiment and animate it for his teacher long enough to earn an A and ensure his graduation. Everyone knew spirits occasionally missed the pleasures of the flesh, so he doubted there would be a problem in making the spirit do what he wanted in exchange for a body. With this in mind, he began setting up the spell to pull a soul from the afterlife to do his bidding. But in his haste to call the spirit (because his project was due in only two hours) he neglected to remember two things:

He hadn't placed a specific search parameter on the spell, so there were no telling what spirit it would grab. It could be literally anyone. The college was built on the ruins of a temple dedicated to the gods, making the region particularly susceptible to the summoning of certain kinds of spirits.

These two oversights were his undoing.

Once he wrote the spell-circle into the floor and spoke the ancient words of power, he was quite surprised when a spirit did not immediately appear before him. He was even more surprised when a swirling vortex of what definitely smelled and tasted like pure evil formed on the floor, spat out a gruesome figure, and vanished. Jumba took a step back, frightened by the figure's appearance. He was of the same height and build as Jumba. In fact, he could easily have been mistaken for one of Jumba's species were it not for his lack of legs, the tattered black cloak surrounding him, the red lights in place of eyeballs, and the maggots writhing across the surface of his skin. He held a pair of identical swords made of bone in his hands; each shaped like a katana with long tassels extending from the hilt. The figure took in his surroundings. "At last! I am being free! Bwahahahaha!"

"Wh-who are you?" asked Jumba nervously.

The monster's burning orbs locked eyes with Jumba's. "Since you are being the one who released me from the world outside time, I shall tell you. My name…is Karnax!"

Jumba gasped, recalling the name from ancient Keltikwaan mythology. "The God of murderers, banished from the mortal plane eons ago because of all the people he was killing!"

Karnax chuckled. "Yes, and thanks to you I am being free to roam this world once again. As a reward, I shall save you for last after I slaughter all around you!"

Jumba growled. "Not if I can be stopping it!" He pulled out a plasma gun he kept concealed in a fold on his stomach created by excess body fat and fired several shots at the evil God. To his surprise, all of them passed right through Karnax and blew a hole in the wall.

Karnax laughed. "Imbecile! I am spirit in your world! I cannot be touched…but that is not meaning I cannot touch you!" He swung his sword, striking Jumba with the flat of the blade and knocking him away. "Enough of this! I will return for you later." He floated over to the hole in the wall. "Let the glorious bloodbath begin!" With a laugh, he flew outside. Screams quickly ensued from the people on the campus.

Jumba groaned and got back up. He looked outside and trembled at the growing carnage. "This is being terrible! I have unleashed another uncontrollable creature of destruction that is intending to kill all my classmates!" he said, remembering the demon he had summoned the year before to serve as a date to the College Prom. "I must be doing something to stop this!" He glanced at his magic book. "Everyone is knowing conventional weapons are having no effect against spirits. Magic is being the key! It was what brought him into this world in the first place, maybe it can be sending him back to whence he came!" He quickly picked up the book and started reading, blocking out the screams from outside.

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Karnax was having the time of his afterlife. The dark god cackled as the students ran from him, but not getting very far due to their great Keltikwaanen body weight. "This is being too easy!" He hurled one of his swords at an especially fat female, intending to skewer her. Before it could reach her, a golden figure dropped from the sky, deflecting the blade with a sword of his own. Karnax blinked. "Eh?"

"Cease and desist your vile acts immediately, evildoer!" cried the figure. He was definitely not of Keltikwaan build, as could be told by his impressive musculature and chiseled gut. He was covered in blinding lightweight gold armor, with a helmet covering his face and a long red scarf blowing in a wind that came out of nowhere. The female blushed, star-eyed, and fainted.

Karnax stared at the costumed figure. "And who are you being?"

"I," said the figure, brandishing his energy saber in a cool/sexy/stylish move that caused all the ladies nearby to swoon and faint. "Am the AURUM AVENGER!"

Karnax blinked. "The who?"

"The AURUM AVENGER! I am this university's mascot and resident superhero, and as such I cannot allow you to continue in the slaughter of my charges!" He held his sword in the air. "Prepare to face justice, fiend! YAAAHHH!" The Avenger charged towards Karnax, sword pointed for the god's heart…

…and passed right through his ghostly form. The Avenger stopped, confused. "What?"

Karnax grinned, drew back his sword, and plunged it forward, thrusting it through the hero's back and coming out of his chest. He then pushed the sword upward, ripping the mascot's head off and flinging it into the air. He caught the hero's head on the end of his other sword, held it up to his mouth, and started licking the blood off it while everybody resumed their panic.

Unnoticed in all the chaos, Jumba pushed the hovercraft holding his experiment's life support-mechanism behind a nearby building. He stopped and pulled out the spell book again. After reading the book earlier, he had discovered banishing Karnax was nearly impossible. He needed some very special ingredients, not to mention a wizard and his apprentice, a songstress, and a warrior to send Karnax back outside of Time. He did not have any of those, so instead he settled for the next best thing: sealing the god in an easily killable mortal body so he could cause no more mischief. He had found a sealing spell in the book that was so powerful, Karnax would not be able to break free unless his host body's very molecular structure was dissipated at the subatomic level.

He found the page that he was looking for and checked the instructions. He took out a marker and drew a red bull's eye on his experiment's forehead to indicate it was the target of the spell. He looked back at the book and started reading. "Evil spirits that wander free, listen to my call. Bind yourself to this mortal form, forever and forevermore. Khargi, Azroth, Xerxes!" he finished, invoking the names of three of his planet's strongest gods.

Karnax hesitated in his slaughter, suddenly feeling very strange. "Eh? What is happening?" As he suddenly became transparent, he realized to his horror what was going on. "That amateur magician! He must be placing a seal spell on me!" He tried to fight it, but was wrenched inexorably around to Jumba's location. "No! NOOOOO!" he screamed as he was forced into the experiment's body. The bull's eye vanished, completing the spell.

"Haha! It worked!" Jumba cried.

The monkey's eyes flew open. Since the experiment had no mind of its own, Karnax was in complete control of its body. "Release me!" he howled.

Jumba shook his head. "I am not thinking so. You are far too dangerous to let free. Therefore, I will make sure you can never hurt anyone again!" He took out his plasma gun and fired it at the monkey's head. It exploded. Jumba sighed in relief and wiped away some sweat. He was horrified when the experiment suddenly regenerated its head, glaring at Jumba furiously. "But…but, how?"

"Fool!" Karnax hissed. "Are you not knowing the consequences of being possessed by a god?"

"Well, no," Jumba admitted.

"As long as I am retaining this body, it cannot be destroyed by physical or magical means. My immortality is being infused in every atom of this body, keeping it alive. You have done nothing but delay me, once I am breaking free and regaining my full power I will begin my bloodbath again-starting with you!" Karnax promised.

"Not if I can be helping it!" Jumba took out a tranquilizer and injected it into the monkey's neck. He instantly fell asleep. Jumba sighed in relief again and started pushing the hovercraft back towards his room. As he passed the pile of bodies Karnax had already made, a thought came to him. "I should probably be blaming this on lazy roommate. That is always working!" With a chuckle, he went back inside.

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"And that is being the story of 001's origins," Jumba finished.

"So let me get this straight: 001 is actually a brain dead experiment possessed by a homicidal god you accidentally summoned years ago?" asked Angel.

"Yes."

"Sounds like the plot to a bad movie or fanfiction," she murmured under her breath.

Holly entered the room, carrying several bowls. "Who wants popcorn?" She had gone downstairs at some point during Jumba's story to make some.

"Meega! Meega!" Stitch jumped off the bed, grabbed the bowls and stuffed them all into his mouth.

"Stitch, leave some for the rest of us!" said Lilo.

Stitch paused. "Soka," he said through the bowls in his mouth. He pulled two of them out, popcorn and all, and handed them to Lilo and Angel.

"Hey, don't I get one?" asked Pleakley. He had finished stripping the wallpaper a while ago to listen to the story and was still naked. Stitch shrugged, spat out another bowl and handed it to the walking noodle.

Jumba frowned. "That was not end of story. I am still having to tell you all about 626's encounter with 001." Remembering this event, Stitch quieted down along with everyone else. "Now, although initial experiment was failure, thanks to Karnax's spirit I managed to get my A and graduate from university with numerous degrees. 001 had inspired me to create other experiments, creatures of destruction that I would actually be able to control. But making those kinds of creatures was being illegal and very expensive, so I would be needing funding from an illicit source. And whom would I happen to run into but Dr. Jacques van Hamsterviel, one of the wealthiest and evilest men in the galaxy? We were immediately forming a contract, stating that I would use the money supplied by Hamsterviel to make an army of monsters he could use to conquer the universe." He paused to catch his breath. "And so my life's work began, creating my hundreds of little evil experiments. While all of them were having great destructive potential, Hamsterviel was satisfied with none of them. He wanted a perfect weapon, indestructible, remorseless, pure evil, capable of leveling cities and destroying everything in sight. And thus my greatest creation, Experiment 626, was being made. And as I was working and trained with my newest experiment, Karnax's spirit lurked in his confinement deep in the bowels of my laboratory, patiently waiting for the chance to escape and kill again…"

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And that was the origin of 001. Not what you were expecting, right? Tune in next time for another flashback, explaining Stitch's first encounter with 001!