The Price of Power

Chapter 1: The First Day's Always Worth Crap

I do not own Lilo and Stitch..... although I do own 6-0-5 & 6-3-1 & 5-3-6, my fan experiments.

This story is told in many points of view..... so bear with me.
6-0-5 POV

It was dark. Everything was so dark. I ached all over. There are voices. I think that there is two of them. I don't know what they are talking about.

"Vell, 5-3-6," said a voice with a thick accent, "Vhat are you thinking about my new experiment?"

"Well, Jumba....." said a high pitched voice, "I think that it is a bit.... how do I say this.... controversial. He might scare the other experiments."

The high pitched voice must belong to that guy named 5-3-6. I didn't like the sound of either of those voices..... they sounded...... harsh.

"Vhat are you talking about?!" Yelled Jumba, "He is my best experiment yet! He does not feel temperature! He can't die of heat or cold! His senses are through the roof! He can see in the dark like it was daytime! He has X-ray vision! He is smarter than a super computer and has knowledge of all of my files up to himself. He can tell an attitude by the tone of the voice! He can tell a lie from anything else! And he can lift two-thousand times his veight! Vhat ,might I ask, is wrong vith him?!"

This Jumba guy seems really angry about this. I wonder why. I hope that he is not always like this.

"I don't know what it is about him," replied 5-3-6, "Maybe it is because he vaguely reminds me about 5-5-5."

"How does he remind you of 5-5-5?" asked Jumba.

I opened my eyes. It hurt to look around. Everything was white. I'm trying to move my hands in front of my face to shield my eyes from the light, but I can't move.

"Hey!" I yelled, "I need a little help! I can't see!"

My voice was harsh as well. In fact, it was harsher than the other two's.

"Vell, 6-0-5," said Jumba, "You need to shield your eyes from the light."

Was this guy a freakin' idiot!? How do I do that? I just woke up here and he expects me to know everything about myself!

"I don't know how to do that," I replied, "I can't move!"

I'm struggling against something trying to move....... It feels like I'm strapped down to a metal table. How does he expect me to shield my eyes when I'm strapped down?

"You don't have to move." he said simply.

"What do you mean, 'he doesn't have to move'?" asked 5-3-6.

"Vell, since 6-0-5 can see perfectly at night time," explained Jumba, "His eyes are extremely sensitive to light. Thus, I put in some shield that reduce the amount of light zat gets to his eyes. It is evil genius material, is it not? And besides, he should know how to activate the shields...."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"You have memory of every vone of my files up to yourself. You have knowledge of all the other experiments and yourself." replied Jumba.

I concentrated hard. All of the files that Jumba talked about came to my head. I looked at the very last one....... 6-0-5? Was that my name? Some name. He is an evil genius and that is all he can come up with. Oh, well. I saw how to shield my eyes over. I concentrated on it hard. It is taking a while, but I think I got it.

"So, how do you like seeing, 6-0-5?" asked Jumba.

"How did you know that I could see?" I asked.

"Vell, it could be that when you adjusted your sight...... your eyes get darker." he replied.

I lift my head up an look around. This room is completely made of metal. I'm strapped down as well. There is a computer and a lot of chemicals around the room. I look over at my left. There is a really, purple, fat man. That must be Jumba. Then there was a small thing. He was skinny and red. There was nothing defining about him at all. He was just red and had black eyes. That must be 5-3-6.

"Why am I strapped down?" I asked Jumba.

"For safety reasons." he said. "I have had newly made experiments attack me before."

"I won't attack you." I said.

Yet.......

"I don't like the looks of him," said 5-3-6.

"Zere is noesing wrong vith the way he looks," said Jumba, hitting 5-3-6 on the shoulder.

"Why?" I asked. "What is wrong with the way I look, 5-3-6?"

I have to look a lot better than you. All you are is a red stick with eyes and a nose.

"You know vhat, 5-3-6," yelled Jumba, "Just get out of here!"

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you are upsetting ze both of us." whispered Jumba angrily.

When 5-3-6 left the room I noticed that he had a very disappointed look on his face. I wonder why. Jumba was staring at me proudly. I didn't like the look of his stare.

"Can you get me off of this table?" I asked. He wasn't responding. ".........Please?"

"Of course I can, 6-0-5," replied Jumba, "I think zat I can trust you....... We'll see."

I know that he can trust me for now..... but the real question was can I trust him for now...... We'll see.

"Vell, if you vant to get something to eat you can." he said. "I trust that you know your way around."

Yeah, I know my way around all right. I know where everything in here is. I know all of the passwords to all of the rooms. But there is one thing that I am curious about........ What is in the room on the outer edge of the building. I don't have any memory on that. Jumba was gone and I was pretty hungry. But I think I'll explore this place a little bit just to see if there is anything besides that room that I don't know about.

As I walked out of the door there were three ways that I could go. If I wanted to get to the kitchen I would take a left. But I'm going to go strait instead. There were just a bunch of doors that I could go into. Nothing very interesting. I turned around and start to go strait. I ran into a fellow experiment. He cringed when he saw me. I lifted my hand and he flinched.

"Hi," I said, "What's your number?"

He got a worried look on his face and he ran past me down the hall.

"I THOUGHT THAT IT WAS OVER," he screamed, "BUT JUMBA'S MADE ANOTHER ONE!"

What was that supposed to mean? 'But Jumba's made another one'. He looked worried, but I haven't done anything yet. I'm walking back down the hall and I come back to the crossway. I take a right. When I went strait that was the rooms for all of the experiments. But this hall was a lot different, it has a lot of twists and turns. I think that I have counted about thirty different labs.

I see a group of experiments. 5-3-6 is with them. I get behind a corner so that they don't see me and I can still listen.

"I'm telling you," said 5-3-6, "He reminds me a lot about 5-5-5. There is no doubting it. This one is going to cause a lot of trouble. I can see it."

"I don't know." said another one who's voice was lower than 5-3-6's, "From the description that you gave me he doesn't seem so bad. I'm not going to judge him. I haven't even met the guy!"

Finally, somebody that is on my side........ maybe.

"From the sound of, he sounds like a freak to me." a female said, "I think that he sounds too much like 5-5-5. What a whacko."

What does everybody have against this 5-5-5 guy. I know his powers, but I don't know his history. And if I'm a lot like him he can't be so bad...... or can he.

"I'm gonna talk to this guy and see if what you guys are saying is true." said the second voice, "I don't think that Jumba would make the same mistake twice. It just doesn't seem like him. Not a bit like him."

"I don't care," said the female, "I don't even want to see him."

That girl doesn't even know me and she is already judging me. How annoying she is. She's driving me crazy and I don't even know her.

"I don't know what make me think of 5-5-5 when I see him," said 5-3-6, "But I don't think that he can be trusted......... at all."

I don't like the sound of his voice. All of them sound harsh for some reason. But his is more than the others. I'll go see them. They'll see what I'm really like.

I step out from behind the corner and nobody is there. How did they get out of here so fast? I'll see them later. Right now I need some food. I haven't seen anymore experiments and I'm almost to the kitchen...................... The door to the kitchen was heavy. Why would a door have to be so heavy. As I got to the other side I saw some experiments pushing against the door.

"Hi, everybody," in as friendly a tone as I can have.

Everybody just stared at me with hating eyes. What did they hate me for? I haven't done anything to them. I walked over to the counter and looked into the shelf. All that was in there was this mushy, blue stuff. It looked pretty nasty. All there was to drink was water. I could live with that.

"Is this all that we have to eat?" I asked.

They all just stand there and stare at me. It's getting uncomfortable. I guess that the bunch of idiots don't know how to talk. I get a small bowl of that stuff and sit down and start to eat it. A fat experiment walked up to me. He was a light yellow color and had light purple stripes across him. He looked like a bear, just with a flat face.

"You're not gettin' my mush," I said. "And besides, it looks like you've had enough already."

"I don't want your mush, idiot." said the experiment. "It looks like you're wasting it to us."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, "I'm eating this!"

"Not anymore, you're not!" he yelled.

He threw my bowl of mush on the ground. It was strewn everywhere. This jerk ruined my breakfast. I'm not gonna put up with this.

"It doesn't look like Jumba did a very good job with some of the first experiments." I taunted. "They seem to be a little bit to arrogant."

"What did you say?" He asked angrily.

"You're a fool, you know that, 1-1-1?" I said. "You should never mess with an experiment that is six times stronger than you in every way."

1-1-1 fell into my trap. He tried to hit me in the face, but he is too slow. I just grab his fist and squeeze with about half of my strength. All of the bones in his hand was crushed. His right hand was useless. I grab for both of his arms and he does nothing to fight back and I threw him into the shelves. It bent the metal. He wasn't dead, just knocked out.

"DOES ANYBODY ELSE WANT SOME?!" I yelled.

Jumba came busting through the door. He's pretty fast for being so fat.

"Vhat is going on here?!" asked Jumba in outrage as he looked at all of the damage.

All of the experiments are pointing at me. Just that quickly they turn me over. I'll get them someday.


So what did you think of the first chapter. Please don't flame.... this is the first L&S fan fic that I have done.

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