Hi there…here is the next chapter

Sorry about not updating sooner…I lost my muse for a while.

Please sit back, relax, read, review, and enjoy the fifth chapter of Psyche vs. 552

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"Out and about? What do you mean out and about?" Sonar asked with suspicion.

"Don't worry your tiny little brain about it, Sonar." Psyche side-stepped around Sonar and headed for the girls' washroom.

""Don't worry your tiny little head," she says. Well I have to worry about you. I've been worrying about you since we were young. It's a hard habit to break." Sonar said, stepping in front of her. A scent caught his nose and he gasped. He smelled a male's scent on Psyche. Sonar's eyes widened and his mouth grinned. "Psyche," he whispered. "Did you mate with someone?"

Psyche growled and rolled her eyes and pushed passed him.

"When you shove me like that, that means yes." Sonar said excitedly. 'Yes, you did. Oh, Psyche I can't believe you found someone already." He began giggling like a little girl. "Details honey. DETAILS!"

Psyche looked at Sonar and shook her head, then lowered her eyes. Sonar gasped again, but now he understood. "Psyche…Who?

"My little boy friend from the aux. kitchen."

"I'll kill him I swear to Mercy." He said with anger in his voice and rage behind his eyes.

"Too late. I already took care of him, stupid child of Jumba. Thank you for the offer though. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go watch this stink out of my nose." She said, calmly. Psyche went into the girls' bathroom. Sonar followed her in.

"Hey, I have to tell you something, Psyche. Wait up." Sonar looked around and didn't see Psyche. "I'm not kidding. Where are you?"

"Over here." Psyche called.

Sonar followed the voice into the shower area. There was only one shower going and Psyche under it.

"Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever. Where did you run off to? And when did that spineless son of a trog do that to you?"

"Don't worry about it. It has been taken care of…okay?" She said coldly.

Sonar sighed sadly and looked at his dear friend with worry in his eyes. She stared at him back with seriousness and he knew it was time to drop the subject. In that instant, he remembered what he needed o tell her.

"Oh, Psyche, uh, there's this experiment looking for you." He said, hoping the discussion of Jumba's own didn't repulse her.

"Who isn't looking for a piece of me now-a-days?" Psyche said, annoyed.

"I don't think you have to worry about this one. It's a female and not one you've met yet."

"Really?...What does she look like?" Psyche asked. Her interest was piqued. Sonar smiled.

"She's purple and pink and she has four antennae. She seemed really sweet and she's really cute. You should see her." Sonar said, giggling. "She says she needs to ask you something. She wouldn't tell me what it was though, said it was a personal matter."

Psyche growled and pounced on Sonar, straddling him. She began shaking his shoulders.

"Listen To The Way You Are Talking! YOU'RE NOT GAY!!!" Psyche yelled.

"I've said girls are cute before. That's cuz they are, but I think some guys are cuter. Oh Creation, what's your problem? It's like you love me or something." Sonar said in frustration. Psyche growled at him then looked away. Sonar gasped. "NO!....Tell me you're joking." He smiled.

Psyche sat up, still on him, and crossed her arms. "Well, you did save my life. How am I supposed to act around you?"

Sonar smiled and gave Psyche a lung-crushing hug. "THAT IS SOOOOOOOOOO CUTE, PSYCHE. YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME! I THINK I'M GOING TO CRY." Sonar giggled.

"Well, you're going to die if you don't let go of me." Psyche groaned.

At that moment, they heard the sound of the bathroom door open and footsteps coming towards them. They looked by the door way and saw the creature looking around.

"Hello?" She called out. "Miss Angel of Mercy." She turned around and gasped when she saw Sonar and Psyche. The pink and purple female stepped back a bit embarrassed. "Oh, excuse me." She said quietly, stepping out of the door way.

"Who the hell is that?" Psyche asked, annoyed at the intrusion.

"That's her, the experiment that I told you about earlier."

"Oh, why did she back away like that?"

Sonar chuckled. "Look at the way you're sitting on me. I think she might have thought we were in the middle of something."

Psyche looked at how she sat on him and hopped off. "You wish." She whispered.

"No, you wish and that's your problem." Sonar said, grinning as he got up from the floor.

Psyche returned to the shower and began washing herself again. Sonar was about to head for the door, when he turned to Psyche.

"Hey, should I send her in? Do you want to talk to her?" Sonar asked.

Psyche scoffed. "I don't want to talk to anybody right now. I just want to be left alone."

"Well, I think you should talk to her. I have a feeling this is important."

"You have a feeling? Sonar, I was designed with a strong intuition and foresight. I think if I'm going to listen to anyone's "feelings", I'm going to listen to my own."

Sonar shrugged his shoulders and began walking to the door. A second later, Psyche had a nagging guilty feeling. She sighed in frustration.

"Fine, send her in." Psyche groaned.

Sonar smiled and quickly walked to the doorway. He poked his head around to the side and saw the little experiment sitting against the wall holding her blushing cheeks.

"Hello there." Sonar said, cheerfully.

She gasped and stood. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you and your mate."

Sonar chuckled. "Yea right, very funny, my "mate". Oh please, you girls have nothing I want."

The experiment looked at Sonar strangely. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I'm gay." He clarified.

"Oh," She said, awkwardly. "Uh, I was about to say. This is the girls shower room. No guys allowed."

Sonar nodded and smiled. The experiment had an expression on her face as if she was thinking. Then it hit her.

"Hey, you're the experiment I met in the kitchen."

"Yep, that's me. Name's Sonar." He held out his paw.

"My number is 266." She said shook his paw.

"266? We need to get you a name. I find that numbers are so impersonal."

266 chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. "I like it."

"Of course you do. That's because you children of Jumba don't know any better." Sonar said, smiling.

266 was put off by his comment. Sonar realized he insulted her and quickly tried to make up for it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. Forgive my insensitivity. Oh goodness, all my first impressions are bad. Can we start over?" Sonar took a deep breathe. "Hi, I'm Sonar, the guy with the foot in his mouth." Sonar extended his hand towards her.

That made 266 giggle. They shook hands again.

"So, have you seen-"

"Yep, she's right in there." Sonar said cutting her off.

266's eyes lit up. "Great, do you think I can talk to her?"

"Uh, yeah, about that, you can, but she's really rough around the edges. Unfortunately, seeing all you children of Jumba and your flaws has fueled her pride some. Not only that but she had an incident with one of them not too long ago. She might say some mean things… and not apologize."

"I don't care. This is important. I really need to talk to her. She's the only one that can help me."

"Okay, go right in. Don't say I didn't warn you though." Sonar said with his arms crossed and with his brow raised.

266 nodded and went into the shower room. The room was very big. There were shower heads about every two feet on the walls. Only one was on, the one Psyche was under. She had her back to the entrance where 266 was standing.

"Good evening," 266 said to make her presence known.

"It was." Psyche said not turning around. She closed her eyes and went to Thoughtland, searched 266's mind and returned to her body in an instant. "You're 266 aren't you?" Psyche asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I know everything. I'm only going to tell you that once. So, don't forget it."

Wow, Sonar wasn't kidding about the rudeness. 266 thought. She cleared her throat. "I'll be sure to remember that. Uh, actually, Miss, the real reason I'm here is-"

"Psyche." Psyche said cutting her off.

"What?" 266 asked.

"My name isn't "Miss". It's Psyche." Psyche said, cutting her off. "I'm experiment 1105, codenamed Psyche."

"Oh, okay then. Psyche, I heard you were going to fight 552 and I thought to myself "if anyone can help me with me troubles, you'd be the best bet." "

Psyche groaned. "Get on with it already! You've barley piqued my interest. Hurry up and say what you came here for. You're wasting my time beating around the bush."

266 gasped at Psyche's rudeness. I can't believe her. She took a deep breath. "Some one very close to me is caught in 552's web. He's trapped in darkness. 555 was my first love."

"And I bet you want me to help him?" Psyche said knowing the answer before 266 said it.

"Yes." 266 whispered, folding her hands.

"No." Psyche said sternly.

"What?..But please."

"You heard me."

"But why? I believe that people are good and if someone needs help then if they have the power to help they would. You are the only one that can help 555."

"Well, that's too bad for him isn't it?"

266 stared at Psyche's back in amazement. This is our hero? She thought.

At that moment, an announcement came over the PA system. "ALL THOSE IN GROUP A PLEASE REPORT TO THE THIRD FLOOR AUDITORIUM TO RECEIVE YOUR CHORE ASIGNMENTS FOR THE MONTH. THANK YOU."

Sonar poked his head into the shower room. "That's us, Psyche."

"Right." Psyche turned off the water and began walking toward the door.

Then 266 realized something. Psyche hadn't looked at her during this whole conversation.

"I think we're done here." Psyche said. 266 quickly stepped in front of her getting in her way of the door.

"Get out of my way before I break you in half. I've had about enough of you children today." Psyche said turning her back to 266,.

I can't take much more of her rudeness. 266 thought. She would have left a long time ago but she really wanted Psyche to help her.

"Lsiten," 266 began. "I know your type. You get angry easily and act tough all the time but deep down your nervous and insecure. All you really want is companionship. 555 was the same way."

That doesn't even scratch the surface. Psyche thought, grinning. "I'm going to give you to the count of three to get out of my way."

"Please, I just want to ask you one more thing." 266 continued. "Please, look at me."

"Look at you?" Psyche asked as if to make sure of what she heard. "You sure you want me to do that?"

"Yes."

"I don't think you can handle me looking at you."

"I won't move till you do." 266 said sternly.

Psyche stopped grinning and spoke in a cold voice. "You want me to look at you? Very well then… But I must warn you." She began to turn around. Her voice grew enraged. "It's not good to bite off more than you can chew."

Psyche looked straight into 266's eyes. 266 fell to the floor. She felt unbridled anger and sadness. 266's were burning from the feeling of rage and passion. 266 began panting hard. Never did she ever feel such a strange mixture of extreme pain and fury. She tried to look away but she couldn't. Psyche's fixed gaze wouldn't let her.

Psyche shook her head in shame. She stared angrily at 266. "Feeling the heat 266? Like I said, I know everything and I know all about your little powers, child."

266's eyes began tearing from the rush of emotions. Psyche looked down at 266 and thought of how pathetic she was. Psyche knelt down and covered 266's eyes, releasing her from the hell she was thrown into.

"You little fool, you think you can handle what I feel, what I am?!" She hissed.

Psyche released 266 and she began to catch her breath. Psyche stepped back and let 266 regain her composure.

"I don't know if you realize how big of a job killing 552 is going to be. I can't change my plan of action just 'cuz you have problems." Psyche said, saying the last three words in a whiny voice. She cleared her throat. "Even if I did help him, what do you think will happen to you when he is freed? I don't think he'll be too happy when he finds out you've left for another. If I were him, I'd kill you and if 555 and I are as similar you say we are, and then you have something to worry about."

266 caught her breath and stood up, shaking her head a bit to regain her senses. She spoke in a serious tone. "I truly don't believe he'll kill me, but if he does, I'll die happy knowing he's free."

"You'll die guilt-free as well."

"GUILT!!! Guilt does not drive me here to talk to you! I do it out of love!" 266 said angrily. I can't believe what she's saying to me.

"LOVE?! Oh please, love only serves as an excuse. It's a waste of time and the only good that comes out of it doesn't come back to you."

"Not always." 266 said softy.

Psyche didn't have a come back. She looked down to the floor and had a quick memory of her husband. 266 smiled a bit.

"I moved you, I see."

"The only thing you moved is the air from your lungs into the room."

266 sighed. She knew Psyche was lying and Psyche knew that she did. Psyche sighed as well.

"You're pathetic, you know that?" Psyche said, looking at 266 sideways.

266 reflected on why she left 555 when he needed her most. She became saddened.

"I know." She whispered.

"But I feel sorry for you." Psyche said walking to the door that led out into the hallway. 266 followed her. Psyche looked over her shoulder to 266.

"I may reconsider." She said.

266 smiled weakly and Psyche left without another word. 266 sat on a nearby bench in the bathroom and started crying.

"I'm trying to help you." She said to no one. "I'm very sorry. I hope this works."

Outside, Sonar was waiting for Psyche. She walked up to him and he had daggers in his eyes.

"Look at the way you're looking at me. If looks could kill I'd be dead by now." Psyche said.

"You should be after the way you spoke to her." Sonar said in a serious tone.

"Oh please, give me a break. They deserve it, the stupid intruders."

"Intruders? They're here because we opened our doors to them."

"They are here because of Jumba's stupidity. We didn't offer for them to come."

They began walking to the elevator.

"But we allowed it, so get used to it."

"I can't believe you're defending them. You're such a traitor."

"WHAT?! Take that back right now!" Sonar yelled.

"Make me, you little fairy." Psyche yelled.

"Oh I will." Sonar prepared himself.

"Bring it." Psyche said.

Sonar tackled her. They began wrestling. Sonar was about to pin Psyche when one of their friends showed up.

"Hey, didn't you guys hear the announcement? We're on chore duty." Said a green experiment with pig tails.

This experiment's name is Tinker. She's experiment 737. This little one is a mechanic and knows everything about ships and all other vehicles of transportation. Her flaw is that she lacks a bit of common sense.

"We heard it." Sonar said holding one of Psyche's arms behind her back.

"Leave us alone, Tink." Psyche grunted, calling her by her nickname.

"What are you guys doing?" Tinker said.

"We're playing." Psyche said, getting out of Sonar's grasp. Sonar and Psyche began circling each other.

"Can I play?" Tinker asked, excitedly.

"No." Psyche and Sonar said.

Sonar lunged at Psyche and got her into a head lock.

"Gotcha." Sonar said.

Psyche tried hard to get out of his grasp, but it was no use.

"Come on. I want to play." Tinker pleaded. She reached behind her and pulled a very large wrench. It was as big as she was and she carried it around for good luck. Sonar and Psyche were concentrating on beating each other up. So much so that they didn't notice Tinker anymore.

"I can play good. Watch." Tinker said.

She swung the wrench at the back of Sonar's head. He screamed and fell over, releasing Psyche. She turned around quickly to watch him fall.

"HA!" She yelled out, before Tinker brought the wrench to the side of Psyche's head.

She tumbled backwards and hit the wall. Sonar and Psyche groaned in pain.

"Did I win?" Tinker giggled.

"Yeah, Tink." Sonar said, his voice breaking a bit from the pain.

"You won." Psyche groaned.

"YAY! Now, come on. You're going to be late for the chore assigning."

"Oh we wouldn't want to miss that." Psyche said sarcastically.

Sonar chuckled in pain.

"No, you wouldn't." Tink said missing the joke. She skipped merrily away.

"That Tink is something." Sonar said rubbing his head.

"Yea, now we just have figure out what." Psyche commented.

"She's right though. Speaking about card suits, we better get going. If we don't get there soon we won't be able to sit with Lucky and Charlatan."

"Okay."

They stood up and ran to the elevator. Sonar and Psyche were soon on the third floor. When they reached the auditorium, there was a huge crowd at the entrance.

"Oh, we'll never find them in this mess. For all we know they could be inside already." Psyche said.

Sonar told her to be quiet. So, he could listen for their voices. Sonar found them. "They're over there." He said, pointing to the other side of the crowd.

"Great." Psyche groaned.

They made their way though the crowd and found a bit of an open space. Soon they heard a beautiful voice calling to them.

"Snar! Snar!" It said.

Sonar and Psyche turned around. Someone was calling Sonar by his nickname. They saw an experiment running towards them. She was a golden experiment with long antennae that sloped down her back. She had a picture of a black spade on her chest, on her right wrist was the black clubs symbol, on her left a red diamond, and on her forehead a red heart.

"I think I hear Lucky!" Sonar yelled with his arms spread out.

"SNAR!" Lucky yelled, wrapping her arms around Sonar. He spun her around a bit as he hugged her.

"I haven't seen you in like forever, Lucky." Sonar said letting her go. "Where have you been?"

"Oh Snar, I've been so busy. You know the new entertainment center on the south end of floor 6?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I got an audition there and I made it. I get a chance to dance and sing in front of an audience."

"That's great! I'm so proud of you."

"Hey." Psyche interrupted. "Don't I get a hug, Lucky?" She asked, pretending to be a bit jealous.

Lucky giggles and gave her a hug hello.

"I'm sorry, Psy. I just really wanted to tell Snar the good news. Oh by the way Snar. I have a favor to ask."

"Yes?"

"I have to come up with a dance to go with my song…Do you think you can help me?"

"Of course. This'll be so much fun."

Lucky jumped up into the air and cheered.

"She's so cute." Sonar said, lightly pinching Lucky's cheek. She giggled.

"So where's the thief?" Psyche asked.

"Present." Charlatan said, stepping between two experiments to get to them. "Wow, Psyche without a drink in her hand? Now, I've seen everything."

"Shut up!" Psyche said, punching Charlatan in the arm.

Everyone laughed.

"So, Psyche, when are you going to pay off your bill to the bars?" Charlatan asked.

Psyche looked to Lucky. "Got any creds?"

"Not till next week." She answered.

"Next week." Psyche answered Char.

"Very funny." He said.

Lucky giggled too. "And what make you think I'm going to give you any of my money? Just cuz you're my roommate?"

"No, cuz you are one of my best friends." Psyche said giving Lucky really big puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, we'll see." Lucky said, pretending to be serious.

"Hey, everyone, we're about to go in." Sonar said.

"Let's make sure we sit together." Lucky said happily.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Sonar answered.

They did end up sitting together. Packets of paper were being passed out. These papers contained charts with experiments numbers and the chores they were assigned to. Every group gets packets and there are about 100 experiments in a group. Each experiment had their job to do for the month. Some experiments were even teamed up to do an assignment.

"I hope I don't get any hard jobs." Lucky groaned.

"Don't worry. If you do, we'll help you." Psyche said, smiling. The others nodded their heads in agreement and Lucky smiled.

Once they got their packets, they got up and left. When they got out, Sonar asked everyone to come with him to the craft corridor. He wanted to show everyone something he made. As they walked, they talked about the jobs they were assigned.

"Hey Sonar, we have a job we have to do soon." Psyche said looking at a chart in the packets. Sonar looked at her curiously.

"Which one?" He asked

"We have to move a cart of grenades and plasma guns to the armory in about half an hour."

Sonar looked at his chart and smiled. He ran next to Charlatan and locked arms with him.

"Can I help you?" Char asked in a threatening tone.

"We have a chore together, hon." Sonar answered smiling.

"You're kidding me." Char said.

Sonar shook his head and handed him the cart. It was true. Char rolled his eyes.

"Great. I'm just about as lucky as Lucky." Char said sarcastically.

"I wish I was that lucky." Lucky said. She looked down at her chart and smiled. "Oh wait. I am." She laughed.

Sonar and Lucky had to wash dishes in the auxiliary kitchen. Soon everyone reached the room they were walking to. Sonar ran in to get something. He ran back to his friends smiling with a bag in hand.

"I made this from scratch." Sonar reached into the bag and pulled out a silver strapless dress.

"Wow, "Lucky began. "It's so glittery."

Char chuckled. "I didn't think silver was your color, Sonar."

Sonar groaned. "It's not for me, doofus." Sonar looked at Psyche. "For you."

Psyche gasped. She took the dress and tried it on. Mercy's experiments don't always wear clothes, only if it really compliments them or it's a special occasion. Psyche smiled and twirled around in the dress.

"It fits?" Sonar asked in joy. "Oh, I'm so happy. Do you like it?"

"Yeah," She paused to think a moment and then she chuckled. "It matches my blood."

"Your blood is silver?" Lucky asked.

"Yeah," Sonar answered for Psyche. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

After bit more small talk, they parted their ways. Psyche and Sonar headed toward the assigned room to pick up the cart of weapons. Soon after filling out the proper forms, they were on their way to the armory. Psyche was skipping around the cart while Sonar pushed it. It was very heavy.

"Hey, Psyche, how about you lend a hand? This is your chore too." Sonar said annoyed.

Psyche stopped skipping, padded the skirt of the dress, and stood in front of the cart.

"But I have to stay in front here to make sure you're going the right way. There are a lot of hallways." Psyche said sweetly in order to get out of doing any work.

Sonar rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh." He continued to push the cart.

Psyche was right. There were a bunch of hallways leading this way and that way. This lab was very large in comparison to any other lab on Turo.

As they walked, they passed a hallway that seemed eerie. Psyche stopped and stared down it. Sonar noticed Psyche and stopped walking.

"What's up?" He asked.

"This hallway," Psyche said. "I can feel something strange about it."

Sonar looked down the hallway. The only thing he noticed was wrong was that it wasn't lit.

"It's just dark. Sometimes I get creeped out by he dark too."

"No, something's there."

Sonar shrugged his shoulders and walked to the cart. He grabbed a flare and lit it. Sonar handed it to Psyche and she threw it down the hall.

"Now, we'll see what's what." Sonar said waiting for the flare to land. They waited for the sound of a bouncing flare, but no sound came. Psyche stared wide-eyed into the darkness. Sonar screamed and dove behind the cart.

"WHERE'D IT GO? Where's the light?" He asked, panicking a bit.

"It got swallowed up." Psyche said in awe. "It's as if the darkness swallowed the light." Psyche took a step towards the hallway. "I've seen this before. This is the kind of darkness no light can pierce, the kind of darkness found in the minds of evil people in Thoughtland."

"Thoughtland?...Again with this?… Psyche, does that place even really exist?" Sonar asked, calming down a bit.

"It does. It's a beautiful place there is no land and all beautiful blue skies. Black bubbles float around as far as the eye can see. The bubbles are people's minds and they don't look very big. The bubbles are about twice my height and are very delicate. One must be very careful when dealing with other people's minds. Once I entered someone's and touched something. The person turned into a kleptomaniac. I really should be more careful. Anyway, there are also floating white clouds. This is where new minds are created. There are bunches everywhere. When someone dies their mind space returns to the cloud that they were created from and get recreated into a new mind space. People with great psychic powers can tap into the memories of people from the past. Unfortunately, as powerful as I am, I can't do that, because I don't have a mind space. Uh…That's basically it."

"So, that's Thoughtland? And, you think that the darkness over there has somehow leaked out of Thoughtland."

"I'm not sure." Psyche took a few more steps closer. "I think…Maybe…"

"PSYCHE, BEHIND YOU!" Sonar yelled.

Psyche turned around quickly and put her arms up in defense. She looked around. All she could see was Sonar and the cart. Psyche put her arms down. "What?" She asked.

"PSYCHE, BEHIND YOU AGAIN!" Sonar yelled again.

Psyche spun around again only to see the darkened hallway. "Sonar, what is it?!" Psyche grew frustrated.

"IT'S ON YOUR BACK!" Sonar yelled out, pointing at Psyche.

Psyche looked over her shoulder. Sparkles were floating near her neck and upper back.

"What the..? Wait." Psyche took a step closer to the darkness. The sparkles turned into beautiful white wings. "My wings, what are they doing here? Weird."

"You never told me you had wings and where were they this whole time."

"Remember when I said there was no land in Thoughtland? Well, how do you think my mind gets around? By flying."

Sonar nodded still a bit confused. Psyche too, but about something else. "My wings only appear on my mind in Thoughtland. What are they doing attacked to my body in reality?" Psyche said very puzzled. "Bizarre." She took a few more steps to the darkness. Psyche thought for a few more seconds and a thought occurred to her. Her voice became serious.

"Sonar, get out of here."

"What?"

"Go put the cart in the armory and stay there."

"Why?" Sonar said more confused than before.

"I've come to a conclusion. There must be a tear in Limbo."

"A tear in where?"

"Limbo. Limbo is the wall between this dimension and Thoughtland. It's the wall between every dimension. Since my wings my wings are here, then there must be a tear between reality and Thoughtland. So, I'm thinking why would be a tear in the first place. I mean the only purpose a tear could have is to let anything out of Thoughtland…OR, better yet, let anything in reality get into Thoughtland." She paused to see if Sonar understood.

"I'm not getting where you're going with this."

Psyche sighed. "552. He's around here somewhere. According to Mercy's fat idiot friend, 552 has great psychic powers and strength. He probably made this tear."

"Are you sure? This doesn't sound right."

"I'm almost positive."

"Psyche, you need rest. I definitely think you're crazy."

Psyche groaned and looked toward him. "You and the rest of the lab."

"Aw come on, Psy. I may not know about psychic powers but I do know sound and I don't hear anything."

"Snar, this creature lives in darkness. He makes his presence silent in order to capture his victims. DUH!"

"I don't know. I'm going to the armory. You need some time to gather your thoughts in what little sane mind you have left." Sonar said, not feeling scared anymore.

"Good idea. Get out of here. I'll seal this tear."

Sonar rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He left the hall and went into a nearby room.

Psyche took a deep breath and walked into the darkness. She closed her eyes and switched her sight to her cerebral optics, where she could see psychic waves clearly. Psych opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw. A huge hole took up most of the hallway.

"Wow, that's a big tear." She said to herself.

At that moment she sensed the psychic waves of someone thinking but she couldn't tell where they were coming from. Psyche looked around, but when she couldn't see or sense anything but the hole, she shrugged her shoulders and clapped her hands. They began glowing with positive psychic energy. Psyche held them up to the tear and began sealing it.

Not a moment later after she started, she felt something coming at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a silver hook come out of nowhere. Psyche spread her wings and flew up into the air to dodge it.

"What the hell was that?" Psyche shouted.

Five other hooks flew at her from the side. She flew out of the way, dodging them too and landing in the lit part of the hallway. Grabbing nothing the hooks retracted. Psyche stared into the darkness waiting for more to come. She switched her vision back to normal to see them better. No more of them came.

Why did they stop? She thought. At that moment, Psyche felt something on her back. She looked over her shoulder and saw her wings were gone. Psyche looked in front of her and saw the darkness spreading, coming closer to her.

"What?"

Before she could say another word, the hooks came back, ten fold.

Oh great. I guess that means I'm running. She thought.

Psyche took off down the hall. When she looked behind her the darkness she saw the darkness wasn't going down any other hall but the one she was in.

Perfect. It's following me. She thought sarcastically.

The hooks also began reaching for her. Psyche has to focus most of her psychic energy to her intuition. There were so many hooks and they were coming at such a fast rate. Not only that but they seemed to come from every direction. It took almost everything Psyche had to stay ahead of the hooks.

Psyche ran as fast as her feet could carry her back up the hallway she came from, taking great leaps and bounds to dodge the hooks. As she ran, the dress whipped around her ankles, almost tripping her a few times. Down the hallway she saw a few experiments. Psyche yelled to them to run but it was no use. By the time they acknowledged her, they were swallowed by the darkness. She would have stopped to help but she had to keep herself from getting caught. She was everyone's last hope. Unfortunately, as she ran the hooks began learning her moves and got very close to grabbing her, so close that when they missed they ripped the dress she was wearing.

I can't keep this up forever. Psyche thought, dodging another set of hooks. I have to use my Absolute Terror Boundary to push it back into Thoughtland, but if I stop it'll get me. And I hope I have enough energy to use it… I know what I have to do.

Psyche sprinted forward and spun around. She kept her ground as the darkness came dangerously closer to her.

AT Boundary, don't fail me now!

Psyche raised her hand to the darkness and created an invisible wall. She used her powers and advanced toward it, pushing it back to where it came from. Psyche ran as fast as she could up the tear and switched to her cerebral optics. She used what little power she had left to seal the tear. Psyche stepped back and sighed in relief. She looked down and saw the dress she was wearing in shreds. Psyche growled and took it off, tossing it to the side.

"552, YOU EVIL DEMON! YOU RUINED MY DRESS! You know, I'm gonna get you for that!" She yelled to nothing.

At that moment, Sonar came to the hallway to check on his friend.

"Hey, the lights came back on?" Sonar asked.

Psyche just stared frustrated at him and shook her head.

Elsewhere, deep in the lab, a demonic creature rests deep in thought and is awakened by a disturbance.

Someone has closed one of my doors.

He concentrated and saw the creature responsible for disturbing him. An image of a creature with light green-blue fur and a tattered silver dress appeared in his mind.

Hmm, interesting. This child seems very powerful. One doesn't see power like hers often. She has the potential to be quite useful or, perhaps, a nuisance. Either way, I must keep an eye on her. The creature thought.

Of course, this creature was being purely figurative since he didn't have any eyes. He opened his ears to the image in his mind and heard what was being said between the female and a male experiment that just walked up to her.

"Hey, the lights came back on?" The male asked.

The female just stared frustrated at him and shook her head. "It wasn't the lights. It was him."

"Girl, I said it before and I'm going to say it again…"

"No! I'm telling you I'm not crazy!" The female yelled. "This is the work of 552!"

The creature smiled

Right you are, child. Right you are

Okay that's it for now….I love you… buhbye

Tyler Buckland-...I'm really glad you like my story

Anin624- I love your story and Komodo rocks so hard.

Mimic12355- Don't worry a lot more people will get fried before this stories done…..and I think you might be surprised at who Psyche picks as a mate

WolfAmaroq- well you asked for an update and here it is. Tada…smiles

VOID99- Sorry about 266 dude, but I had to do it…..I can't have 555 be happy…It's just not going to happen.

K9- Uh I think you need to sit 629 down and tell him it's not good that a deranged psychopath has a crush on him…she kept him in a pit for most of the day that day he was with her for crying out loud.

Psyche to 629- HEY! 629!...I bet you a million dollars I kill Sonar before you!!

Shut it Psyche!!...Anyway...next chapter will have....a dieing experiment...a trip to Thoughtland..and the Neg-levels....See you soon...Thanks for playing...heehee