Hi there, Daytime here…Here we go, another fanfic of a fanfic…This one is based on VOID99's Price of perfection…However, 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'm sure all you smart people out there can figure it out.
K9- Psyche walks out from the shadows and approaches K9 and 629…"That's right, K9. I am a girl." She walks up to 629. "And do you know what girls like to do? Go out on dates" She says as she pulls 629 to come with her…K9 looks worried…"They'll be fine" Daytime says reassuring K9. ß if anyone read this beside K9, this has nothing to do with the story.
*thinking*…. "Talking"
Please, sit back, relax, read, review, and enjoy the fourth chapter of……………..………552 vs. Psyche: A true battle of the minds
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Sonar ran as fast as his feet could carry him to the auxiliary kitchen.
*How could she do this?! Is she crazy? She's gonna start a war.*
He burst though the doors and looked around. He began yelling to get everyone's attention, but only a few people looked up and even then, they returned to what they were doing. Sonar couldn't compete with the noise of everyone yelling and all the hustle and bustle.
"This is ridiculous." He said to himself. Sonar looked at his hand and focused. He created an energy field that would amplify what ever sound his hand made 1000 fold. When the field was completed, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Everyone shouted and held their ears as they heard the small explosion of sound.
"Now, if I could have everyone's attention over here for a moment." Sonar began in a normal tone. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sonar. I am an angel of Mercy and I am here to send a message to the children of Jumba. Your worries are over. 552's rein of terror will fall to an angel of Mercy named Psyche!"
Jumba's experiments began cheering, but the cheers soon were silence when Sonar began waving his arms around.
"Do not celebrate just yet! Psyche can not be harmed by 552. So, her talents have come at a price. The message I bring you goes out to all the females who are mated. Take your mates and make sure they are on short leashes. Jumba has promised Psyche any male she chooses. So, there is good news for those who are mated to weaklings. She is only looking for a strong male. And ladies don't be so sure your male won't go to her if she asks. She is very voluptuous and very persuasive. There, you have been warned. She is coming soon." Sonar finished his speech and ran back down the hall to Dr. Mercy's office.
In the kitchen, two experiments were sitting at a table conversing about the speech that was just made.
"Can you believe that? I swear the experiments that Dr. Mercy created think they are better than us." Said a semi-strong, dark green male experiment.
"Why do you say that, dear?" Asked his mate, a cute pink and purple experiment with four arms and antennas.
"Well, did you hear what he said? Angels of Mercy and Children of Jumba? They're angels and we're children? I don't think so…Jeez, who came up with that?" He rested his head in his hand. His mate looked up at him with a bit of concern in her face.
"Um, sweetheart…uh… I don't have to worry about you, right? I mean with this girl?" She asked looking into his eyes.
"No, my love, you don't. Even if she came up to me and promised me the entire world of Turo, I would say no, because you are my world and nothing is going to change that."
She smiled at him. He was telling the truth. She leaned over and kissed him lovingly. After the kiss, an idea popped into her head. Her expression changed and her mate noticed.
"266, what's wrong?" He asked concerned.
"You know, if she's able to kill 552, then maybe she's powerful enough to help…him."
Her mate, whose number was 239, nodded at her idea.
"Maybe… You should ask her; tell her you really want to save him." He said.
"Yeah, I'll do that. He means so much to me." She said, holding her heart.
A look of concern appeared on 239's face. "Honey, you don't regret us, do you? The last thing I want to do is hold you back from what you really want."
266 gasped. "Oh no no no, I didn't mean that. I love you and I want us to be together. It's just that I feel like I betrayed him a bit."
"That's understandable, but I want you to make sure you know what you want."
"I know what I want and I want him to be free."
They smiled and embrace each other.
Meanwhile, Sonar was running, again, as fast as he could back to where he started and not two seconds after he arrived, the door opened. He tried to catch his breath as best as he could.
"Hiya, Psyche." He said, waving.
"Uh…Hey, Sonar." She asked, sensing something wrong. "Why are you panting?"
"Oh, uh. I was…" He tried to think up an excuse. "I was running around a bit. You know how it is. Gotta stay in shape. Don't wanna get beat up or anything."
"Right." She said, a bit unsure. Psyche could have looked into his eyes and used her powers to see he was lying or she could have quickly gone to Thoughtland and searched his mind. She should have done those things, but she didn't, because she trusted her friend.
"Okay. Let's go." She said as she began to walk.
"Where are we going?" Sonar asked as if he didn't know.
"We're going boy scoping at the auxiliary kitchen."
"Oh…fun." He said with a forced smile.
Psyche noticed Sonar acting funny. "Are you okay?"
"Peachy-keen." Sonar said cheerfully.
Psyche rolled her eyes and decided to drop the subject. They soon reached their destination and opened to door. The once loud room of chaos had turned as quiet and as cold as a ghost town. All eyes were on Psyche. As this happened, she heard a few gasps and whoas.
Psyche looked around and could guess at why there was sudden in atmosphere.
"'I was running. Gotta stay in top shape.'" She said, mimicking Sonar. "You lying sack of trog shit." Psyche walked next to Sonar and smacked the back of his head. "That's the last time I trust a mangy little fairy like you." She grabbed one of his ears and began to twist it.
"Ow ow ow ow ow. Psyche stop. That hurts." He said quietly.
"That's the point." She whispered back.
At the moment, someone called to them from behind the bar that was in the room. Psyche and Sonar looked up in that direction and the bartender waved at them. A smile flew on to Sonar's face.
"Charlatan!" He yelled out before making a bee line to the bar. Psyche followed him to the bar, grinning.
They both sat in barstools that were there and made themselves comfortable.
"Hey guys." The bartender said.
"My my my, if it isn't the thief. What are you doing here?" Psyche said jokingly.
"I'm working this bar tonight. The Doc's orders."
"But you hate working this bar. What happened to your old one? Doc wouldn't let you work there tonight?" Sonar added.
"Hey, I can't con my way out of everything. Mercy knows all my tricks." Charlatan said. By this time the talk had returned to the room.
"Ah ha. I laugh at you." Psyche said, taunting him.
"Oh Psyche be nice. Char's too cute to be mean to." Sonar said winking at him.
"You're a freak, man." Char said. "What'll you have to drink?"
"Do you how sexy you are when you talk like that?" Sonar asked, looking at him dreamily. Psyche wanted a Margarita and Sonar ordered a scotch on the rocks.
"Sonar, shut up. You need to stop flirting with straight guys. You're gonna get beat up one day." Psyche said.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Sonar said as if it aroused him. Psyche and Charlatan rolled their eyes and groaned. Sonar continued. "Because I've been bad and I think I deserve a spanking."
"OH MY CREATOR!!!! SONAR SHUT UP!!" Psyche yelled as she kicked the stool out from under him. He fell and hit hard. Charlatan turned to Psyche and mouthed the words "Thank you."
"I swear you are both homophobes." He said angrily.
"No, we're not. We just don't want to hear about your nonsense." Psyche said. Sonar scrunched his nose at Psyche.
"Are you sure you're gay?" Char said.
"Yeah, we really think you're not." Psyche said, trying to make Sonar angry. It was working.
"Okay if someone says that one more time. I'm going to scream." Sonar groaned.
"What about Lucky? You seem to like her a lot." Psyche said.
Psyche shares a room with another female named Fortuna. She's a golden experiment with a love for playing cards. On her chest was a spade, on her right wrist a clubs symbol, on her left a red diamond, and on her forehead was a red heart. Psyche's roommate was very entertaining since she had the flashy disposition of a Las Vegas show girl and because she was the luckiest experiment in the lab. She manipulates probability by makes her decisions by the roll of two dice. Most of the others experiments call her by her nickname, Lucky.
"I like her but I don't want to mate with her or anything." Sonar said.
"If you have a chose between Lucky and, let's say, Char, over here, who would you chose?" Psyche said.
"Oh no, don't drag me into this."
"Too late. Well, chose!" Psyche commanded.
Sonar thought for a moment and then looked at Char. He smiled evilly.
"Oh boy, now you got some sort of idea stuck in his head." He responded. Sonar laughed.
Psyche giggled and turned to Charlatan. "So, Mr. Thief, quiz time."
"Oh no…I do so bad on quizzes." Char said chuckling.
"Who are the big dogs here? Who can I really sink my teeth into?" She asked.
"Well, Mr. "Blue and Purple" at table six with all the guys and girls around him. He seems like a strong pup."
"Well, I'll go try my luck then." Psyche finished her drink and set her glass down. She hopped off the stool and headed for table six.
As Char was watching her leave, he remembered something. "Psyche wait…Don't…" It was too late. She wasn't listening. "…Go." He finished.
"What's wrong?" Sonar asked, finishing his drink too.
"That guy is mated. His mate stepped out for a moment and will be back any minute." Char said, worried. Sonar assured him that Psyche didn't care.
Psyche made her way across the room to the table, watching her target the whole time. The males at the table noticed her coming and smiled at her
"Dude, the girl who wants a mate is coming over here." Said one of the experiments to the blue and purple guy.
"435, she's totally coming here to see you, man." Said another experiment to Psyche's target.
"I don't blame her…I am after all the strong male in the room compared to you weaklings." When 435 said that, everyone chuckled.
"But what about 512?" Asked another experiment.
"My mate isn't here and what she doesn't know won't hurt her." 435 said, trying to act smooth. The experiments around him "ooooo"-ed. They thought he was so suave.
Soon Psyche stood across the table from him and he leaned on to the table to show his interest.
She smiled at him. "Hi there." She said in a very soft, sweet, and alluring voice.
"Hello to you too." He said, still wearing his cool smile and suave attitude.
Psyche smiled again and was about to speak again when a scent caught her nose.
"Damn, he's mated.* She thought. She sighed and looked back at him. *He's mated and he won't even fight to stay with her?...Wow, what a piece of shit?...No, thank you.*
"I'm sorry." Psyche began. "I didn't realize you were mated." She turned and started back toward the bar. The experiment she approached called after her but she ignored him.
When she made it to the bar, Sonar had a surprised expression on his face.
"What?" She said, sitting back on to the stool.
"Did you just deny him?" Sonar said, shocked.
"Yeah, so?" She asked unmoved.
"For someone who wants a mate right here right now, you sure seem picky."
Psyche glared at him. Sonar quickly added something. "And I'm glad. I was actually hoping you wouldn't take a male that was mated."
"Good catch." She said looking away from him. Psyche turned her attention to Charlatan. "Why didn't you tell me he was mated?"
"I tried to but you kind of left before I could tell you."
Psyche groaned and slammed her head on the bar hard. "Make me another Margarita, Char. I really need one right about now." She said, very frustrated.
Char chuckled and then gasped. Psyche looked up and saw that he was staring wide-eyed at something behind her. "Let me guess…That guy's mate is behind me and she's not too happy with me." She whispered.
"And then some." He whispered back.
Psyche sat up and spun around. Not only was 435's mate standing there, but she brought friends, very angry friends. They were all giving her the stink eye. Psyche hated the stink eye. Someone gave her the stink eye once and she made sure that they never did that again, but she thought that since they didn't know her she'd let it slide.
"Is there something I can help you with, ladies?" Psyche asked calmly.
"Yeah, you can get the hell out of here. That's how you can help us." Said 512.
The girls behind her agreed. Psyche rolled her eyes and hopped the stool.
"Now, why should I do that?"
"Because if you don't, my girlfriends and I are going to kick your ass."
"Uh, miss you don't want to try that." Sonar said.
"Hold on, Sonar. I want to know what I've done to earn this warning." Psyche said, holding up her hand.
"What you've done? Humph, what you're about to do." 512 said.
"And what am I about to do?"
"Take our mates, that's what."
Psyche put her hands on her hips and looked up as if she was thinking. "Uh, your mates?"
"Yeah, that's what your little friend said." She said pointing to Sonar.
Psyche looked at Sonar who smiled at her weakly and looked back at her apologetically. She ran a finger across her neck and mouthed "I'm going to kill you" to Sonar. He winced and pointed to him self and had a "me?" expression on his face. Psyche nodded and turned her attention back to the group of angry females.
"Well, my friend may have said some things, but I assure you they're not all true."
"Really? You're friend said you'd be looking for a mate and that you didn't care if he was mated and my friends told me that you approached that male over there…Is that true?"
"Yes, it is."
"Well, it seems like your friend was right, because he is my mate" 512 said, cheerfully. Her expression changed from happy to angry. "And we're going to have to teach you what happens to home wreckers."
"Uh, miss you don't want to do that." Sonar said hopping off the stool to Psyche's side.
"Oh no, I'm going to do that…You're going to have to get someone else to fight 552 cuz we're going to kill her if she doesn't leave, right now!" She yelled out, stepping closer to Psyche, a little to close. The other females agreed with her.
"I assure you, I want nothing to do with your scumbag mate. So, you don't have to worry. As of you, if you don't back up right now, you will be hurt and you may not recover."
"Oh really?" 512 pushed Psyche. "I'd like to see you try."
Psyche looked at where she was pushed, and then she looked at 512. "Very well then…Have it your way."
Psyche raised her hand, her palm facing out and at 512. Psyche grinned at what was about to happen.
512 screamed as she was thrown across the room and into the metal wall. Psyche lowered her hand to her side and looked at all 512's friends. They gasped and backed away from Psyche slowly. The room once again was silenced and all eyes were on Psyche.
"My creator, you children are stupid. HELLO! I'M FIGHTING 552 FOR A REASON!! If I have the power to defeat him, what makes you think I can't tear you in two…like…like…tissue paper?!!!" She yelled out to everyone.
Sonar stood, mouth agape, surprised Psyche actually did what she did. "Are you crazy? Why did you use your AT boundary like that?"
"I warned her." Psyche said calmly turning to him.
"I think you may have killed her…"
"You warned her." She said in the same tone.
"I don't see her moving. Oh shit, Doc is going to have our heads." Sonar began to walk away from Psyche.
"Where do you think you're going?" Psyche asked, grabbing his arm.
"I'm going to see if she's okay."
Psyche let go and nodded. "Okay and while you're at it round up all the virgins. I won't have a male that has mated with someone else."
"WHAT?! No, I'm not your little slave that you can order me around…That girl is really hurt…She may need serious help…You are just going to have to help yourself this once." Sonar said, angrily.
Psyche looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "Have you forgotten my power?…Perhaps you need a demonstration too." She said, grabbing his arm again and squeezing it.
Sonar winced in pain. "Okay…Okay. I'll get your boys; just let me help her first."
Psyche thought a moment then let him go. "Whatever." She said, without a tone to her voice. Psyche turned and headed for the door. As she left, Char looked up and yelled to her from behind the bar.
"Hey Psyche you owe 2 creds for the drinks!" He called out.
"Put it on my tab!" Psyche yelled back. She left with out another word. Charlatan groaned and went back to cleaning the glasses.
266 stood up and looked at the door. She turned to her mate and placed a paw on his shoulder. "I'll be right back, honey." She whispered to him. He nodded and watched her leave the room.
As Psyche walked down the hallway, her stomach began growling.
*Man, I'm hungry already?* She thought. *I better head to the cafeteria before it closes.*
Psyche stopped after walking for a long while. For the last 20 steps she sensed someone was following her. Psyche turned quickly to try to catch who ever was following her, but they weren't there. She stared for down the empty hall trying to listen for anything or see anything. There was nothing.
*I know someone's there.* She thought angrily. "Come on out who ever you are!" Psyche yelled.
A door opened to her left. It looked like it opened by itself, but Psyche knew better. "Oh is that supposed to be scary?" She groaned. Psyche sighed. "Okay, I'll bite." She walked to the room and the door shut behind her. The room was dark. "Yeah right." She said, unmoved. She held out her palm and a light appeared and floated to the ceiling.
"Nice trick." A voice said from behind her. Psyche turned around and 435 was leaning up against the door with his arms crossed. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?"
"What makes you say that?" Psyche said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, your friend said you were looking for a mate and that you wanted a strong one and that you didn't care if they were mated. Well, I know for a fact that I'm the strongest male in that room, and you approached me, but you turned away from me because I was mated. Now, that's a surprise."
"Uh-huh." She said, barely listening to him. Her stomach growled again and she sighed. "Okay, look I gotta get outta here. I'm hungry and I don't have time for you." She said brushing passed him. He grabbed her arm and threw her back into the room.
"You know that's a funny thing you say that, because I'm hungry too, but not for food." He said pouncing on her.
*He's too close… I can't use my AT boundary to push him off. No, he's not going to… NOT AGAIN!*
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Ladies and Gentlemen: As you can probably guess 435 is going to rape Psyche. Now to keep this story PG-13 (or as close as I could get) I have taken the liberty to take out this scene and put it under another title, under Rated- R…Now you don't have to read it to understand the story but the plot goes into Psyche's powers to go into Thoughtland…I will remind all readers again you don't have to read it. I go into her powers as the story progresses. The rape chapter will be up sometime next week…I have finals to study for unfortunately. Also that chapter will go up before the next chapter of this story will go up. So if you see the next chapter, the rape scene is already up. Thank you.
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Psyche began laughing. Her rapist was still on her. He stopped when he heard her laughing.
"What are you doing?" He asked, almost frightened.
"I'm laughing at how pathetic you are." Psyche answered. Her laugh grew louder.
435 got off of her and backed away in shock. As he watched Psyche laugh at him, he began to hear other people laughing, no, not other people. Females, he heard females laughing at him. "Why are they laughing at me?" 435 yelled out. Psyche stopped laughing and grinned at the damage she caused.
435 curled into a little ball and covered his ears with his paws. "Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!" Tears streamed down his eyes.
Psyche slowly walked to him and put a paw in his shoulder. "How do you like being raped?" She asked softly. She then dug her claws into his shoulder and tore into his flesh. He screamed out in pain, holding his shoulder.
Psyche flicked the blood that was on her claws at his face. She looked around the room and saw some rope on a nearby table. She grinned as an evil thought ran through her head. Psyche turned back to her rapist and smiled at his pain. She snatched the rope and tied his feet. She used the rope to drag the little monster out to of the room and down the hall. Psyche stopped walking when she reached an elevator. She pushed the bottom and whistled as she waited. Psyche looked up and saw the trail of blood that her cargo left behind.
*Hmm…If that stays like that, that'll definitely give me away.* She thought. Psyche looked up and saw the sprinkler system. *That'll work.* She opened her hand and raised it toward the sprinklers. Her eyes narrowed as she created a fire out of nothing under the nozzle. Soon the alarm went off and the sprinklers went on, washing away all the residue of what took place.
Psyche grinned evilly as she stepped into the elevator, dragging her prisoner with her. She looked at the buttons on the wall of the elevator and found the one she was looking for.
*-2.*
She pressed it and down it went. When they reached the floor and stepped out, Psyche looked around and sensed something she didn't feel in a long time. Silence.
"I really must come down here more often." She thought out loud. Psyche walked down the empty hallway and went into a room.
In the room she walked into was a table with harnesses at each end. The table seemed perfect for holding an experiment down. Psyche dropped the rope and looked at her new victim. He had passed out. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
*Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait to hear him scream.*
She lifted him and put him on the table. She strapped him down, along with other things and then stood said side and waited for him to wake.
It wasn't long before he did. He tried to move and realized he couldn't.
"What's going on?" He asked with fear in his voice.
"Hello 435." Psyche said, stepping out from the shadows.
"What's going on?...Where….Where am I? What have you done to me?"
"As of right now, I haven't done anything to you yet, except for the wires coming out of your head."
435 shook his head and felt the wires. He tired to shake them out but they were in there deep. But for some reason, he wasn't in pain.
"As for where you are," Psyche continued. "You are in the Neg-Levels. There are three of them; -1, -2, -3. We are on -2. These are levels which the Doc doesn't use anymore. He used these when he first started but then he began building and building and building that he doesn't need these levels anymore. The better ones are where the experiments are and the Doc needs to be with the experiments so no one ever comes down here, except for you and me of course. I came down here a long while back and I found a lot of what look like torture devices like the one you're strapped to right now. I also found they're lots of fun to play with, especially with people like you." She paused and watched 435's facial expression become horrified. She grinned and continued. "Basically, what I'm trying to explain about this place is that your screams will fall on no ears. Down here no one can hear you scream."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Psyche spun around once and giggled. "Oh I'm so glad you asked." She smiled at him, almost insanely. "I just wanted to say that I was having such a nice week up until I met you. So, I'm going to try to turn this situation into a happy thing." Her face turned serious. "I suggest you prepare yourself for some intense fun." She said. Her hand moved closer to the wall where a toggle was and flipped it.
435 screamed in agony as a massive amount of electricity flowed through his body. His brain began to fry and he felt his skin burning. Right when he was bout to die, Psyche turned flipped the switch again, turning off the machine. 435 panted hard as if no amount of air could satisfy him. Psyche felt her stomach growl again and remembered she was hungry. She unplugged the machine and headed to the door.
"I hope you eat while you were in the kitchen, 435, because you're not going to eat for a long time." She said leaving. Psyche turned off the light and left him in darkness.
435 looked around the room. He wanted to take on last look at the land of the living, because he felt himself slipping away. 435 then looked at his body and noticed something. A small circle glowed on his stomach. He couldn't figure out where it came from. Then again he was on the verge of dying and really couldn't think of anything.
Psyche reached the floor she wanted and headed for the food court. After the food court, she couldn't get 435's scent out of her nose and felt like she needed a shower. So, off she was to the girl's shower room. On her way there, she ran into a friend.
"Hey, Psyche there you are. I've been looking all over for you." Sonar said panting a bit. "Where have you been, woman?" He asked.
*Oh great now I have to deal with this lunatic.* She thought. "I've been out and about." Psyche said, vaguely.
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The End…for now.
Wolfamargo- We spoke already…
Mostextremeprincess- I didn't mean it to be a Harry potter reference...oops
Mimic12355- get it now?
VOID99- Think she's crazy now? You ain't seen nothing yet... : )
K9- (if anyone else is reading this, this has nothing to do with the story)
Sonar walks around the lab and hears yelling coming from inside a room. He walks in and sees Psyche standing over a pit and yelling into it.
"It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again." Psyche yelled.
Sonar runs to the side of the hole, next to Psyche and gasps. 629 is at the bottom looking very confused.
"Psyche what are you doing?" Sonar asked.
"I'm on a date do you mind?"
"If you're on a date, when why is he in a pit?"
"His owner thought I was a guy. Can you believe that? A guy! I reek of femininity…I'm one of the most sought-after fems in the lab…Me… A guy? Humph, well I never."
"Did the Doc give you your meds yet?"
"Nope."
"Why don't you go see the Doc?...I bet he has your medicine."
"The medicine makes me happy…"
Sonar smiles sweetly. "Yea, now go get some, hon."
"OK." Psyche turns to walk out the door. "But what about my date?"
"Oh I'll keep an eye on him."
"If you steal him from me, I'll kill you…I like him"
Sonar rolls his eyes. "He's not my type, Pysch. Go on . I won't take him away. I promise." He said crossing his fingers behind his back.
Psyche leaves and Sonar helps 629 out of the pit.
"That was a close one." Sonar says.
Daytime gives back 629 to K9.
"Sorry about that…Psyche can be a bit of a Psycho sometimes." Daytime says as the sounds of Psyche snatching the needle from Mercy and catching Sonar with it can be heard in the background.
The next chapter will be full all sorts of psychotic behavior…We are all diseased. Thank You muchly…=^-^=