Heya! Seeing VOID99's crashed out, I've got no-one to confirm this piece. So, in other words; This is for you, V99!
"So 552 looks exactly like 551, big deal!" I complain again, folding my arms. 550 and 014 are dragging me by the tail towards the canteen.
"Big deal? This is a rare occurrence for Jumba!" says 014, slipping slightly on the polished floor. "He never repeats!" We reach the canteen, where every experiment is. Well, almost.
The big guy usually sets up a camera relay to the video wall in the canteen, so we can see what's going on and we don't bother him. I get pulled past 523, giving me a chill as I brush near him, under 502, warming me back up again, and through 375.
"Fine, we got good seats. Now can you let go?" I ask, tapping the floor with my 'fingers'. They do. Only a few of us are paying attention. I see 007 curling up to sleep. "What's up with you?"
"When you've seen one, you've seen them all." He says, closing his eyes.
"Tsch." Tisks 014, frowning at 007. "I've been around as long as you, and it's not boring for me!"
"Whatever, just another person to keep me awake…" he mutters. "Whoop-de-doodle-do."
I turn at a noise and see 551 sitting next to us. "So how does it feel to see your clone?" I ask him. He looks at me, blinks slowly, and says;
"He is no clone of mine. He is the very inverse of me." He closes his eyes and turns his head to the screen, eyes still closed.
O… Kay…
The screen flickers, showing… The big guy's nose?
"Is this thing being on?" he asks it, the picture tilting from side to side. "(You would think after Five-hundred-and-fifty-one experiments I would get this thing right…)"
"Hey! No touchy!" says someone from behind the camera view. I recognise 201's voice. "Leave it! Leave I-t! Good… Good… No-! Touchy." The picture straightens, and we get a brief view of 201 winking at us all.
"Alright, stop showing off." Frowns Jumba. He backs off. The big guy clears his throat.
"Hello experiments." He says, hands in pockets. Who does he think he is? "This is the awakening of 552. I'm sure you're just as excited as I am. 199, be quiet." 199 stops telling someone a secret, looking at the screen.
"(How does he do that?)" I hear 199 mutter.
"Anyway, this is a momentous occasion. I have never made a cloned experiment before. I know you have 344." He adds in a bored tone.
"(How does he do that?!)" I hear 344 hiss.
"We will soon have another 'family' member." He says, doing the quotation marks with his fingers. "Yes 007, I know. Whooping-de-doodling-do."
"(I'm not going to say it. I'm not going to say it.)" 007 growls, opening his eyes.
"Anyway, here we go." The big guy turns and slams a button behind him with his fist. The liquid in the capsule drains, leaving a figure standing up. Jumba opens the door, rubbing his wrist.
"Experiments, say hello to 552." 201 walks forward with the camera, the smoke from the capsule clearing. The figure's eyes open, two red orbs glowing in the darkness.
Suddenly, we see a flash of steely claws and a black, skeletal figure lurch out at us. The camera falls sideways, a puddle of red appearing on the camera lens. Then the screen turns to static.
…What the hell?
"(What in…?)" murmurs 007, staring opened mouthed.
"…" says 014, unable to speak.
"Whoa…" someone says behind us. The rest can't speak. What on Turo happened?
"So…" I hear someone say. I turn and see 323 flitting above all our heads. "…Who going to go and see what's happened?" He looks round for a volunteer. 544 raises a hand.
"I'll go." He says, looking around. "No offence, but I am the toughest of the lot so far, and if there's trouble, I may be able to handle it." Everyone nods in agreement. He gulps, walks through the crowd, who parts for him, and heads to the lab.
A few minutes pass in silence as we await his return.
We turn as one to see Jumba walking to us, pale faced, 544 behind him, looking sick. Jumba looks round at us and says;
"201 is dead." …Whoa. Bu…? Wh…? "The newest experiment, 552, killed him. He…" he closed his eyes, re-opened them, then said; "He was decapitated."
Gory, huh?
"So 552 looks exactly like 551, big deal!" I complain again, folding my arms. 550 and 014 are dragging me by the tail towards the canteen.
"Big deal? This is a rare occurrence for Jumba!" says 014, slipping slightly on the polished floor. "He never repeats!" We reach the canteen, where every experiment is. Well, almost.
The big guy usually sets up a camera relay to the video wall in the canteen, so we can see what's going on and we don't bother him. I get pulled past 523, giving me a chill as I brush near him, under 502, warming me back up again, and through 375.
"Fine, we got good seats. Now can you let go?" I ask, tapping the floor with my 'fingers'. They do. Only a few of us are paying attention. I see 007 curling up to sleep. "What's up with you?"
"When you've seen one, you've seen them all." He says, closing his eyes.
"Tsch." Tisks 014, frowning at 007. "I've been around as long as you, and it's not boring for me!"
"Whatever, just another person to keep me awake…" he mutters. "Whoop-de-doodle-do."
I turn at a noise and see 551 sitting next to us. "So how does it feel to see your clone?" I ask him. He looks at me, blinks slowly, and says;
"He is no clone of mine. He is the very inverse of me." He closes his eyes and turns his head to the screen, eyes still closed.
O… Kay…
The screen flickers, showing… The big guy's nose?
"Is this thing being on?" he asks it, the picture tilting from side to side. "(You would think after Five-hundred-and-fifty-one experiments I would get this thing right…)"
"Hey! No touchy!" says someone from behind the camera view. I recognise 201's voice. "Leave it! Leave I-t! Good… Good… No-! Touchy." The picture straightens, and we get a brief view of 201 winking at us all.
"Alright, stop showing off." Frowns Jumba. He backs off. The big guy clears his throat.
"Hello experiments." He says, hands in pockets. Who does he think he is? "This is the awakening of 552. I'm sure you're just as excited as I am. 199, be quiet." 199 stops telling someone a secret, looking at the screen.
"(How does he do that?)" I hear 199 mutter.
"Anyway, this is a momentous occasion. I have never made a cloned experiment before. I know you have 344." He adds in a bored tone.
"(How does he do that?!)" I hear 344 hiss.
"We will soon have another 'family' member." He says, doing the quotation marks with his fingers. "Yes 007, I know. Whooping-de-doodling-do."
"(I'm not going to say it. I'm not going to say it.)" 007 growls, opening his eyes.
"Anyway, here we go." The big guy turns and slams a button behind him with his fist. The liquid in the capsule drains, leaving a figure standing up. Jumba opens the door, rubbing his wrist.
"Experiments, say hello to 552." 201 walks forward with the camera, the smoke from the capsule clearing. The figure's eyes open, two red orbs glowing in the darkness.
Suddenly, we see a flash of steely claws and a black, skeletal figure lurch out at us. The camera falls sideways, a puddle of red appearing on the camera lens. Then the screen turns to static.
…What the hell?
"(What in…?)" murmurs 007, staring opened mouthed.
"…" says 014, unable to speak.
"Whoa…" someone says behind us. The rest can't speak. What on Turo happened?
"So…" I hear someone say. I turn and see 323 flitting above all our heads. "…Who going to go and see what's happened?" He looks round for a volunteer. 544 raises a hand.
"I'll go." He says, looking around. "No offence, but I am the toughest of the lot so far, and if there's trouble, I may be able to handle it." Everyone nods in agreement. He gulps, walks through the crowd, who parts for him, and heads to the lab.
A few minutes pass in silence as we await his return.
We turn as one to see Jumba walking to us, pale faced, 544 behind him, looking sick. Jumba looks round at us and says;
"201 is dead." …Whoa. Bu…? Wh…? "The newest experiment, 552, killed him. He…" he closed his eyes, re-opened them, then said; "He was decapitated."
Gory, huh?