Based one VOID99's Price of Perfection…This story takes place after the raid on Jumba's lab and after 552 is released, but 555 is still in that little bubble thing and well…read on. I hope to entertain.
*Thinking*… "Talking"
So, sit back, relax, read, review and enjoy the third chapter of……………..…………..552 vs. Psyche" A true battle of the Minds
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Psyche took in a deep breath before entering the room. Her intuition was telling her that something was wrong and she had to expect the worst. She opened the door and entered the room.
Dr. Artemis Mercy was a tall and slender golden-skinned scientist with black eyes and an affinity for genetics. He was standing next to a table and sitting at the table was none other than the infamous Dr. Jumba Jookiba, former lead scientist of Galaxy Defense Industries.(A/N People, if I have to describe Jumba then you are not a true Lilo and Stitch fan. You should just crawl into a hole and stay there.) They were speaking about big plans.
Their conversation was interrupted by the door opening. Jumba looked toward the door and saw a small creature walk through. She was a very beautiful creature with light blue fur with a hint of green and accentuated curves. The hair on her head was longer than the rest of her body and it was long enough to cover her back. She had four antennae, two long ones that followed her hair back and two that framed her face very nicely. Psyche was the one of the most attractive females Dr. Mercy ever created. He smiled at his masterpiece and walked over to her.
"Jumba, this is experiment 1105, code-named "Psyche", she is my greatest work. Psyche, this is Dr. Jum-"
"I know who he is!" She barked. "Everyone knows who he is…"
Dr. Mercy chuckled. "I see the word got out."
"Word travels faster than the speed of light around here, Doc, especially with Sonar listening at door cracks all the time. You know that."
"Yeah," he chuckled again.
"So, this is experiment you said could do the job?" Jumba asked Mercy.
"Absolutely, her strength and power are unmatched thus far."
Jumba rested his chin in his hand pensively as he looked Psyche over.
"Uh-huh… "Thus far."" He repeated to emphasize that she might not be able to take on the job he had for her.
*What is going on? What does the fat idiot want from me? If they're not going to tell me, I'm just going to have to find out for myself.* Psyche closed her eyes and quickly searched Jumba's mind.
When Jumba finished sizing her up, he sat back in his chair and sighed. "I do not know, Artemis. It's going to take more than strength to complete the mission."
Mercy nodded and walked over to his desk. "Perhaps, you would like a demonstration of her powers, then?" He came back with a cube of lead. Jumba nodded and Mercy turned to Psyche, who still had her eyes closed.
"Psyche, wake up. You have work to do."
She opened her eyes and grinned evilly at Jumba but scrunched her nose at Mercy.
"Come on now. You weren't programmed for defiance. Now, let's show Dr. Jumba what you can do."
*You are so lucky I have respect for you or I'd leave.* Psyche thought angrily. She looked at the object in Mercy's hand and knew what was coming. Psyche readied herself.
Mercy held out the cube, opened his palm, and brought back his hand. The cube stayed where he had held it in mid-air.
"Telekinesis. Interesting." Jumba said, intrigued.
"It doesn't stop there. Psyche, do your thing." Mercy commanded.
Psyche put her hand up toward the cube and the other to the side of her head. *It is a sphere, not a cube. It is a sphere.*
Jumba's eyes widened at what he saw. The lead seemed to turn into jelly and then reformed as a ball.
"Amazing."
Mercy smiled and leaned against a desk. He saw a beaker and slowly pushed it to the edge. It began to tip over the edge then it stopped at an angle that seemed to defy gravity.
"Jumba." Mercy waited till Jumba looked at him then looked down at the beaker. Jumba's eyes widened again.
"Did she know it was going to fall?"
Psyche got annoyed the Jumba was talking to Mercy about her as if she wasn't in front of them. "I can talk, you know. Why don't you ask me?"
Jumba turned to Psyche. He realized he insulted her.
"I'm sorry little one. I didn't want to break your concentration."
"Parlor tricks like these don't require much energy. I could fly around, create utter chaos in this room, destroy the asteroid we're on and still be able to hold up the ball. And, yes, I did know it was going to fall." She said, speaking as if she was explaining it to a child.
"Psyche, watch your tone." Dr. Mercy said sternly.
She crossed her arms and looked away from him. Psyche grinned and changed the shape of the lead again. This time it was in the shape of a trog slapping its rear end at Artemis. Jumba laughed out loud and Psyche giggled. Artemis sighed and shook his head.
"So, Jumba, she has telekinesis. She has well developed intuition, among other powers which we can't demonstrate here because of safety reasons. What do you think? Do you think she can handle it?"
"It may be possible." Jumba turned to Psyche. "Tell me, little Psyche, are you afraid to die?"
Artemis was taken aback by this question. He turned to Psyche to hear her answer. She grinned at him. Her answer was simple.
"I can't die and I won't die." She said, without tone.
Jumba and Mercy raised their eyebrows at her response. Jumba thought for a moment and pulled Artemis aside.
"What's up?" He asked.
"She may be powerful, maybe even more powerful than you-know-who, but what I'm worried about is this: What if they fight and he manipulates her into fighting for him? We are done for." Jumba whispered.
"Don't worry about that. She can't be possessed. I can't really explain it. Psyche is the only one that truly knows how the mind works, with all its complications. She can explain it."
Jumba looked down at the floor and then at Psyche. Then, he looked at Mercy straight in the eye.
"I hope you and the experiment know what you are doing. This is serious, but I trust you as one of my closest friends."
"Thank you." Mercy walked to Psyche. "Psyche, we have a job for you…"
This is what she was waiting for. She knew what he was about to say, but it was important that she spoke to Jumba alone.
"Dr. Mercy, can you please excuse us? I need to talk to Jumba."
"Alone? Why?" He asked.
Psyche sighed in frustration. "If I wanted you to know, why I would ask you to leave?"
Mercy looked at her in confusion, but respected her request and left the room.
Psyche smiled sweetly and turned to Jumba.
"Isn't he the best?" She asked, sweetly.
"I suppose so." He answered, also with a confused look on his face.
Psyche walked to the table and stood on top of it to be level with Jumba. She put her hands behind her back and began pacing in front of him.
"I bet you're wondering why I asked my father to leave."
Jumba nodded.
"I'll get to that in a minute. I just wanted to tell you that Doc Mercy left out a bunch of my powers that I think you should know about, powers that would prove useful in resolving this task you are going to ask me to do."
"Let me guess. You know that task already." He said not surprised.
"Yep. I was wondering why the good doctor called for me and, from the way you two were talking, I didn't think I'd find out anytime soon. So, I searched your mind."
"Haven't you heard about patience being a virtue?"
"Not one of my virtues."
"So, you're a mind reader as well, huh?"
"Yep and I can tell what you're thinking right now by looking in your eyes."
"One of my experiments can do that."
"I know. I searched your mind, remember?"
"So, what else can you do?"
"Well, I can do practically anything. Almost all of my powers tie into my main power."
"And what is that?"
"I can go to Thoughtland."
"You can go where?"
"Thoughtland. It's a special place where the minds of people reside."
Jumba looked at her sideways.
*Is she that powerful or just insane?* He thought.
"Why does everyone think that when I tell then about Thoughtland?" Psyche thought out loud.
Jumba thought a moment and realized she read his mind again. "Forgive my disbelief. I am a scientist of the universe and I have never heard of such a place."
"If you are a scientist then you should be able to comprehend what I'm saying."
"And where is Thoughtland?"
"It's a separate dimension. The wall between this plane and the next is Limbo."
"And in Thoughtland. What can you do?"
"Anything, Jumba. Anything. In Thoughtland I can enter people's minds, talk to their subconscious or their conscious and know everything about them. As a matter of fact, remember when I was standing there with my eyes closed before?"
Jumba nodded.
"Well, I wasn't sleeping. I had entered into Thoughtland, found your mind space, entered it, and spoke to your mind. You told me everything I wanted to know about you and what you're about to ask me to do." Psyche said, smiling evilly at Jumba.
Jumba felt a bit insulted and violated that Psyche entered and probed his mind without his permission and without him knowing. He glared at Psyche and responded in a low voice without a tone.
"Prove it."
Psyche rolled her eyes and sighed. "What's with you science guys and proof? Do you need an answer for everything?"
"If you can't prove it then I believe I've wasted my time." He said getting up and walking to the door.
"You want me to kill 552." She said quickly. Psyche had to make him stay. She needed something from him. "You are looking for someone to get 552 before he goes after another one of your experiments or you."
Jumba sat back down, once again interested in what she had to say.
"He killed a lot of experiments; one in particular was very dear to you. He has the power to create hallucinations and is capable of possession. He has great power, but what scares you the most is that he was created by mistake." She spoke softly as if to ease the harshness of her words.
Jumba was taken aback. She hit the nail on the head. Psyche was telling the truth. Jumba swallowed hard as sadness entered his voice.
"After he was created, I was nervous about creating anymore experiments, for fear I'd make another."
"I know. It's understandable."
"So you understand the severity of the situation, am I correct?"
Psyche smiled at him. "Yes I do." She said, sweetly. *COME ON! ASK ME TO HELP ALREADY!!* She thought.
"Will you aid me in the fight against him?"
*Bingo.* "Of course I will…" Psyche's smile grew evil as she watched Jumba's face light up with hope. This is what she was waiting for. "…for a price." She added.
Jumba's eyes dimmed with disbelief. "What do you mean, price?"
"You know what I mean. My powers don't come cheap. A battle like this intense could put a strain on me. I'm going to need something in return for my work."
Jumba became angry at the thought that she had the nerve to ask for a price. "Your safety is your incentive. 552 is the most powerful being out there. He could just as well kill you. You'd be doing yourself a favor by destroying him."
Psyche giggled. "I don't think so." She said waving a finger in the air. Jumba was speechless at her remark, either that or he was too angry to speak. "You see, Jumba, as you know I read all your thoughts and memories and, from what I see, all of 552's victims have one thing in common. A mind space."
"What are you talking about?" Is all he could manage to say.
"A mind space is a space where your mind thinks and grows. It's a place where you have fantasies, thoughts, and ideas. The walls of your mind space separate your mind from someone else's. More importantly, it's where you think. Everyone 552 has killed had a mind space, where he entered and manipulated their mind. I don't have one, which allows me to travel to and from Thoughtland. 552 killed his victims by entering their mind space and destroying their mind. He won't be able to do that to me, because my mind doesn't have a mind space and doesn't reside in Thoughtland. It's in my head and aware of everything that's going on in this plane. When I go to Thoughtland, it's as if it leaves my body and enters the other dimension that is Thoughtland. So, what I'm trying to say is, 552 cannot get inside my head, because there isn't a space to enter. So, I'm safe. And if I'm safe why should I help you? Especially if I'm not getting anything out of it."
"Forgive me but this sounds very obscure. Can you tell me, what is the function of a mind space? I have done extensive research into the mind and never have I come across this term."
"I can't imagine you would. Not many people actually know how the mind works and if they do they are laughed at and rejected. Anyway, when you dream or daydream, you are in your mind space in Thoughtland. You know how when you dream the universe, kind of, changes. Well, that's your mind changing the universe within your mind space. Reality doesn't change, but you can change what you see and how you see it…within your mind space. I don't have a mind space…I don't dream….I don't sleep…I rest my body by traveling to Thoughtland for 8 hours a night. As I demonstrated before, if I think something, if I dream something, it becomes reality. That's how I changed the cube into a sphere. I thought it and it happened. My power of thought is not limited by the walls of a mind space. If you didn't have one, all you'd have to do is believe something and it happens. I believed the cube was a sphere and it changed shape. It takes great concentration though to use this power on a larger scale. So, that's why I don't shape the universe to I want. I just let it go about its own business."
Jumba thought a moment and let everything sink in. He realized just then how powerful she really was. If he didn't play his cards right, she could be just as bad as 552, maybe even worse. He sighed and cleared his throat.
"What is your price?"
*YES!!! JACKPOT!!!* "I want one of your male experiments." She said, in a serious tone.
*WHAT?! She is becoming more and more outlandish by the minute.* Jumba thought. He spoke in a calm voice to hide his frustration. "I hope you don't mind me asking why. After all I'm very fond of my experiments and I'm not willing to give one up easily." Jumba crossed his arms and sat back in his chair.
Psyche hopped off the table and walked on the floor. "Sure. You deserve an explanation." She said in a low voice.
Jumba looked down at Psyche and saw she had tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and turned toward Jumba.
"Jumba, I love my father dearly. I respect him, but he doesn't make very many strong experiments. I only know of two, myself and a friend. Dr. Mercy created me with a strong maternal instinct and a mother isn't a mother without a child. I was mated once to a male I fell in love with. We were perfect, expect for one thing. I had a strange ovulation cycle and it was going to be very hard for me to get pregnant. We were trying to have a child for a year. Finally, I was about to have a child and I was the happiest person in the lab. I was going to have a baby." Psyche paused and wiped a tear away. "When I was at the end of my pregnancy, something happened. I was going to give birth any day and I had to go to the maternity ward soon but before I did, my mate suggested we take one last walk around the lab and just talk about stuff. Let me explain something to you, Jumba. I was younger then and my intuition had not been greatly developed, but had it been I would have never gone walking that day."
Jumba saw this was painful for her to say. "Do want to talk about this later or something? You seem very upset."
"No, you wanted an explanation and you're going to get one….Well, that day Dr. Mercy had just finished experiment 1106. It was his first try at an experiment made only for combat… He was a monster. He was too powerful and he got loose. 1106 began running around the lab down every hallway and corridor, destroying everything and everyone in his path. My mate and I heard the commotion and thought we should head to the hospital wing. On our way there, we ran into it. It began to chase us and we ran, ending up in a dead end. I was scared and so was my mate, but I felt in my heart that even though I'm scared, I'm going to do whatever I can to protect my child. And I thought *Yeah, we're going to be parents when this is over. I'm going to be a mom and he's going to be a father…a father that protected his mate and child.* I remember thinking that and then looking over to my mate who was huddled in the corner. I stood there in shock. I stared at him in disbelief. Then 1106 hit me, my face. It was then I realized that he wasn't going to defend me…he wasn't going to defend our child. He was too worried about himself. I stood up and readied myself to try to protect my child, but it was no use. I my powers were under developed and my body was too weak from carrying the child and…Let's just say, I couldn't protect my child well. I was hit many times and was about to pass out, but before I did I saw someone run behind the monster and start fighting with it. Right before I passed out I thought our luck had turned around. When I woke up, I was in the recovery room of the hospital wing. I sat up and looked down. My tummy wasn't swelled like it was before. Later, Dr. Mercy told me that the baby was hurt to badly, as was I. I had a broken arm and leg, a fracture in my skull and various other injures. As the Doc was telling me all this, my mate stood next to me, barely a scratch on him, holding my hand. I cried for 2 weeks and was silent for about a month. I didn't speak to anybody. Two months after the pup died, my mate died. That's when I realized I had to find a new mate, so I started dating again. This happened about a year ago and I still need a strong mate. You have strong males, Jumba. I need one. I need one that won't cower in the face of danger. More importantly, I need one to at least get me pregnant and just have a family. I need a child, Jumba. Blame Doc Mercy for that, but my price stays as is. There is no bargaining to be done."
Jumba rubbed his chin and thought a moment. "So, your price is…"
"A male…My choice."
"I do not know if that's possible. Some of the males are mated already. It would create tons of problems."
"Jumba…I don't care. I'll kill his mate if I have to. I need a mate and I'll do anything for one. If you give me this, I'll give you 552's head on a silver platter. He's as good as dead."
Jumba shook his head slowly. Psyche quickly scurried on top of the table and walked up to him.
"Wait, before you answer. Ask yourself. Exactly how badly do you want 552 vaporized? When you find out, call me." She said. Psyche hopped off the table and headed for the door.
*I don't know what to do. 1105's price is great but what price do we pay by letting 552 live…* Jumba looked down to the floor and spoke slowly. "552 must die, 1105. Do what you will."
"So, we have a deal?" She asked, holding out her paw. Jumba stood and shook her paw. She smiled and when she let go of his hand she cheered.
Outside the door, two people were trying to listen in on a conversation they weren't invited into.
"Can you hear anything, Sonar?" Dr. Mercy asked, anxiously.
"I heard everything. What are you talking about?" At that moment his mouth dropped as he heard the deal being made. He backed away from the door and shook his head in disbelief. "No, she wouldn't… Oh, I'm going to kill her!" He began running down the hall.
"Wait! Sonar! What happened?!" The Doc called after him.
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Sandaa Shojo- Don't worry. I won't. I'm going to have fun with my little friend Sonar…heehee.
Commander R- Wouldn't you like to know?
Mimic12355- Thanks Muchly
K9: the First- I'm not going to ask you to try to like Sonar…because at this point in time I don't like him either…(but maybe that's because I know how the story is going to turn out)…but please at least give him a chance…..*Psyche makes puppy dogs eyes and puckers her bottom lip* "Yeah pluh-leeeeeez"
VOID99- Don't worry… all your questions will be answered soon.
BudgieBrain- WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Calm down dude. *Psyche giggles*… "I like Budgie Brain. You're silly."
People I know her powers are a little hard to envision because of how abstract they are but don't worry I will answer all questions and she will demonstrate her powers many times.
Things in the next chapter- Absolute Terror Boundaries, 266, um.. another experiment whose number I don't know yet, and an actual trip into the mind of someone I don't like very much (Not Sonar)