Stitch sat up in the light, hearing an odd noise come from outside. Knowing that it was not his imagination, he opened the window of the room and crawled out silently. His claws clung to the wall, keeping his balance.
Once he reached ground, he crouched and arched his back, crawling slowly. A bright light filled the ship, lighting it up. He tilted his head, his black eyes lighting up from the glare of the light. He kept silent still, and continued to crawl. He saw the door to the ship opened. He walked over and stared inside.
There he saw what would change his life. A experiment, identical to his structure, stood in a glass container. He had a grey body, his nose and tips of his antennes were pitch black. The insides of his ears were white, making it clear that was the equivalent color to his blood. The bottom of his muzzle and rings around his eyes were dark grey, almost black. He also had light grey fingernails, sharper than anything Stitch had seen before.
The experiment growled then roared. Shivers rolled down Stitch's spine as he realised Jumba had just created a new experiment. Not only did this scare him, but it angered him. It seemed Jumba would never learn anything and always make the same mistakes. But his anger towards his creator was nothing as important as making sure this experiment was tamed. And the morning before, it had seemed that experiment 627 was the strongest creation on the earth.
Jumba smiled at his creation, tapping his fingers on the glass. The creature snarled and pounded on the glass. Stitch had another horrible thought. This experiment was not for mischief like Stitch and 627 were. He was for violence and death. And that this experiment wanted to kill Jumba, not spit on him.
Stitch had seen enough and stepped in, fuming at the thought Jumba had done such a thing.
"How could you?" Stitch screamed at him. Jumba, shocked, turned to him. Jumba's mouth popped open.
"Eh, 626! Meet your new...cousin. He is 628. My best creation ever." Jumba said, his open mouth turned into a grin.
"How could you?" Stitch repeated, grasping the wall to stand correctly.
"I am still evil," Admitted Jumba, "Just because I live with earth people does not mean I good."
Stitch growled, feeling faint to the fact he had to deal with this...This monster.
"Naga, you couldn't!"
"But I did." Jumba still grinned.
Stitch hated this whole thing. He wanted it to be over.
"Ah, you must never tell earth girl. If she found out"
"LILO!" Stitch ran off, scared for his life.
