Len: "I see you are back. I hope you like this chapter. 6-1-5, the disclaimer please..."

Len: "6-1-5?" Len looks around.

545: "Umm... 6-1-5 is hiding, says he doesn't want to do the disclaimer again."

Len sighs. "Will you do it for me then?"

545: "Sure!" He pulls out a piece of paper and clears throat. "Len Flare does not, and never will, own the Lilo & Stitch characters, or anything connected to Lilo & Stitch, except 6-1-5. I belong to Wocky or, known here on FF Net as, Fangirl of Many.

Len: "Thank you 5-4-5, now on with the story!"

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Chapter 2: The Dream
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6-1-5 ran out of the cafeteria. He had a huge headache. He had no idea what had caused it. 'Maybe those voices had something to do with it.' He began thinking. He had slowed down a bit, but was still moving at a very fast pace. He was nearing the living section of the lab, the place where the experiments slept.

He was deep in thought, pondering the voices that had been telling him what to do. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and when he turned the corner, he bumped into Jumba's large leg. "6-1-5! I thought I told you to get some rest."

"Yeah, well..." 6-1-5 glared up at Jumba. "I decided to explore instead!"

"Well." Jumba returned the glare. "Go get some rest now."

"Fine!" 6-1-5 started for his room then paused for a minute. He turned around to look at Jumba again. "Jumba."

"Yes?" Jumba turned around to look at 6-1-5.

"You might want to send a medical team to the cafeteria." He grinned evilly and turned to begin heading for his room again.

Jumba looked shocked for a second before shaking it off. He turned and hurried in the direction of the cafeteria to see what 6-1-5 was talking about. 6-1-5 smirked a bit as he listened to Jumba running down the hallway and continued on his way.

A few minuted later he reached a door labeled '6-1-5'. He reached for the door knob and slowly turned it. He opened the door. Inside he found a bed, a table with a couple chairs by it, and another table with a small computer on it. From what he could see, the computer wasn't in working condition.

He would attempt to fix it later. He walked into the room and closed the door. On the back of the door he saw a small mirror, just his size. He had been wondering what he looked like. He turned the light on and looked into the mirror.

'Blue.' He thought to himself. 'Interesting.' He reached up and turned the light back off and proceeded to get into bed. Within a few minutes he had fallen asleep.

A few minutes later he began dreaming. He was floating, in a purplish mist. And then he saw... himself? He slowly floated up to the creature. "Who are you?"

"I am you." He replied. "You must destroy! Obey your destructive programming!"

"No!" Another creature appeared out of nowhere, he also looked liked 6-1-5. "You must not obey your destructive programming! It is wrong!"

"But it is so much fun to destroy!" Shouted the first one. "Think of how much fun you could have destroying things!"

"No!" The second creature objected. "Destroying everything is wrong! You must not destroy!"

The first creature snarled and lunged at the second one. 6-1-5 watched with confusion. He began wondering which one he should listen to. Finally he had enough of the two arguing and fighting. "Enough! Leave me alone!" He shouted and pushed the two apart, knocking both on their backs. "Just. Leave. Me. Alone!"

The two creatures stared at him for a few minutes. Then the mist began to fade, and the two creatures faded along with it. 6-1-5 woke up with a headache. He had been asleep for 6 hours. Suddenly the door opened. And Jumba poked his head in.

"6-1-5! It is being time for your training! Come with me."

6-1-5 stared past Jumba in a daze for a moment, thinking about his dream. "6-1-5. 6-1-5? Be snapping out of it!"

"Oh... Sorry..." 6-1-5 snapped out of his trance. "I was... uh... Thinking."

"Thinking? About what?"

"Nothing... Nothing..." 6-1-5 hopped off of his bed and walked out into the hallway. Jumba looked at him for a second. A look of confusion appeared on his face for a split second before immediately disappearing. He quickly headed for the training room, followed by 6-1-5.