Welcome to another chapter of interviewing the experiments, again sorry for the delay. This is something you definitely don't want to miss. It'll have the experiment of darkness and pain himself, 552 aka Kolobos. Better get ready!

This chapter is dedicated to Void99, the creator of the character of evil. If you're reading this dude, hope you like it.

Disclaimer: The experiments got to their rightful owners.

Chapter 13

In the studio, the audience was absent from the seats and was watching this in a room 100 yards from the studio. Where the guest chairs would be was a circle with a bunch of weird symbols in the edges of the circle and a big pentagram in the middle of it. Mimic was drawing the last symbol on it. Torcher was sitting on the couch, drinking his Pepsi.

Torcher: You do realize this is stupid, right?

Mimic: (Gets up) This'll make up for all the delays in-between our episodes. It'll work.

Torcher: What did you do to make Kolobos to agree to being interviewed anyways?

Mimic: I'd give him a sacrifice in exchange for it.

Torcher: How many?

Mimic: Two; one to get here and one to leave.

Torcher: Who?

Mimic: That guy from the alley nearby and…. You.

Torcher: … You WHAT!

Mimic: You'll thank me later.

Torcher: I'm gonna kill you if I ever find a way out of this…

Mimic: You do that.

Camera guy: We're on guys.

Torcher: That was quicker then I expected.

Mimic: Ok, here goes. Welcome to another episode of "Interviewing the experiments: fan edition." Today's guest will be one that can't be brought by normal methods. Torcher and I will summon him using an ancient summoning technique. I got it off a book from Ebay.

Torcher: What can't you get from Ebay nowadays?

Mimic: Got that right. Now for the summoning, get ready folks. (Takes out a very old looking book) I will now start the summoning.

Torcher: This will be interesting.

Mimic: Oier, Serta, Poera, Set, Pisda, Oera. Loeis pa sos, epawe. ARISE MASTER OF PAIN AND SUFFERING, KOLOBOS!

Torcher: Sounds Greek to me…

The circle started glowing, white then green then orange then red. The inside started to dissolve and swirl, changing into a liquid. The liquid looked red and smelt of decay. It started to bubble, some bones started to appear on the surface. A mound of bones arise from it, a creature was sitting in what looked like a throne made entirely of bones. He had three arms; the lower right arm is missing. Skin is a sickly gray and appears like leather wrapped too tightly around bone. He had no eyes and his face looked like it was burnt off. A symbol is on his forehead; it is an X with a half circle in the center. There is a symbol on his chest; it is three circles; one on chest and two on stomach, there is a line connecting all three. He has two fingers with a hook for a thumb on his hands… paws.

There he sits, the pointy edges of the bone impale through his back to entertain Kolobos with pain, for he is an already dead creature who gains his power and pleasures from the pain he feels. He looked down from his throne, his cape made from skins of his victims tied around his neck. He grinned at the two hosts with his evil toothless grin of his.

Kolobos: Greetings mortals…

Mimic: Welcome to the show 552.

Kolobos: Call me Kolobos.

Torcher: Whatever boneman. Nice perfume. (Commenting about the smell of decay) Must you marinate in it?

Kolobos: (narrows eyes… eyeholes) So you are the one who will be leaving with me to my kingdom of-

Torcher: No, I'm the guy who will be delivering your souls at a daily basis.

Mimic: Cool it Torcher…

Torcher: How can I buffing cool it! I'm going to have to go with THE LOAD OF PSYCHOTICNESS!

Mimic: Well, better get to the questions.

Kolobos: Make it quick; your payment only lasts for 30 minutes.

Mimic: All right, what are your powers?

Kolobos: I know my victim's deepest desires and fears. I use that to bring pain to them, slow and agonizing pain. Pain that I use to make myself more powerful. Pain is power, power is purpose. It is my purpose, to make a kingdom of tortured soul; all of them singing their song of sorrow together. Their pain adds to my strength, making me a god. The devil himself pales in comparison to me, his hell is a parody compared to what goes on in my mind!

Torcher: So no one can or could kill you?

Kolobos: No one… except one.

Mimic: Who?

Kolobos: My brother, 551… He called himself Toy Maker. He was strong, cunning, and could have been a being that could have been my equal. A being I would gladly be proud of… but he refused. Instead he went against me, tried to stop me, but he failed. The price for his defeat was his mate's death. Though she did not join my kingdom, I believed her death would bring the evil and pain out from my brother. Yet he refused to kill me!

Torcher: Did you… fondle her cupcakes?

Kolobos: I cut them off first then I fondle them…

Torcher: Wow, you suck… and totally sick!

Kolobos: (A fang emerged from the top of his toothless mouth) Quiet you or I will show you what pain truly feels!

Torcher: How you going to do that Boneman? That circle prevents you from getting out without someone normal erasing the circle itself.

Kolobos: Perhaps, but allows other objects to go though.

Torcher: Like…

Kolobos suddenly spit out a gob of what looked like blood at Torcher. Torcher jumped out of the way. The gob that hit the couch made a sizzling sound and was eating through the seating.

Torcher: You little bastard!

Kolobos: You are a lot like my creation, Rycon; Easily angered, aggressive, and a low cranial capacity.

Torcher: And you're like my arm; mutilated, battered, stupid, and full of morphine.

Kolobos: … what?

Mimic: His arm was injured by a lot of stuff during the show.

Kolobos: I see… he is basically accident prone to the point of intense injury. I am going to have fun with this one…

Torcher: Shut it!

Mimic: Next question; was there anyone who you didn't kill?

Kolobos: Well… there were at least three that I haven't killed. In fact, there was one I gave the same powers as me… He could not handle it.

Mimic: Who was it?

Kolobos: I believe his name was Grant, Dr. Grant. A scientist that tried to find out what true power was, so I gave it to him. He wanted me to take it back, but as I told him "Live with your pain, I shall not set you free."

Torcher: So you screwed him over?

Kolobos: If that is how you view it, yes.

Mimic: Who were the other two?

Kolobos: The other two people I have not set free were 0-9-9 and Rycon. 0-9-9 was the shadow experiment that had no real body, never really existing yet being there. Much like a shadow. I trust that you know about Rycon?

Torcher: Who could forget?

Mimic: You launched him out of a cannon…

Torcher: Like I said, who could forget?

Kolobos: Did he happen to mention me?

Torcher: I think he did… yeah, it was the part where he wanted to kill you very horrible ways and brag about it to everyone he meets.

Kolobos: … I am going to have to pay him a visit…

Torcher: You do that.

Mimic: Another question; how do you make sure a person soul goes into your "kingdom"?

Kolobos: Simple, I mark them with my symbol using my blood. It is the wave with three slash marks.

Torcher: Like you tried to do to me just a few minutes ago…

Kolobos: Yes.

Torcher: (Insert middle finger and insult)

Mimic: What about the symbol on your chest?

Kolobos: The symbol on my chest is the "symbol of spirits". If you want to know more, ask Void.

Mimic: Same thing about that symbol on your head?

Kolobos: That is correct.

Torcher: …

Kolobos: (looks at Torcher)

Torcher: I know what you're thinking, and you should be ashamed of yourself.

Kolobos: You cannot read minds…

Torcher: No, but I can read faces… Which you currently have vacant at the moment.

Kolobos: I see you have set aside this special time to humiliate yourself.

Torcher: If I throw a stick, will you leave?

Kolobos: I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.

Torcher: … I'm going to kill you after this, I swear it.

Kolobos: Take a number, there are many in line.

Mimic: Knock it off! Don't make me take out my Atomic Stick™!

Kolobos: … how is a stick going to-?

Mimic took out his Atomic Stick™ and, from where he was sitting, hit Kolobos in the head. A lump formed on his head.

Kolobos: What the… How the hell did- that… hurt! Not in the same way that I would normally feel! How!

Mimic: Author imbued weapon, only authors can make it.

Kolobos: (Glares at Mimic)

Torcher: HA!

Kolobos: I would not be celebrating if I were you; you are coming into my mind.

Torcher: Right… bastard.

Mimic: Well, back to the questions. Do you have a gender?

Kolobos: No.

Torcher: So no monkey?

Kolobos: I just said I was genderless…

Mimic: Next; what do you like to do to you're victims?

Kolobos: I enjoy getting very close to his victims, to touch them, breath upon them-

Torcher: I thought you were genderless.

Kolobos: (twists his face in disgust) I would never do something as repulsive as sex. I have no desire for companionship… at all.

Torcher: And that's why you'll never have a girlfriend.

Mimic: Didn't someone use you in a romantic fic?

Kolobos: That alternate version of me? Go ask Void or someone reviews that, the one in the story was not I!

Torcher: But it was you.

Mimic: Torcher, it was him… but not the same him.

Torcher: You're just confusing the hell out of me!

Kolobos: You only have three minutes, make it count.

Mimic: Already?

Torcher: What is going up with the missing time?

Kolobos: How should I know, it is your show.

Torcher: Well, we don't know what's going on half the time.

Mimic: I do Torcher, you don't.

Kolobos: Any more questions?

Mimic: How did you create 5-5-5?

Kolobos: I worked through Jumba to make 5-5-5 exactly how he is. He was a replacement for 5-5-1; to have an adversary to keep me from my purpose, that way I shall forever slay, forever kill.

Torcher: I don't get it…

Mimic: Me neither…

Kolobos: … no matter, time is up and I must leave. (Looks over to Torcher) You are coming with me.

A bunch of hooks came out of the piles of bones and latched onto Torcher. The throne starts to descend and hooks pulled Torcher in. A few seconds later, both Torcher and Kolobos submerge in the portal/puddle of blood. Voices and noises were still heard, distorted a bit but audible. There were some ripping noises.

Torcher: You beep bastard! I'll rip you to shreds!

Kolobos: Not if my hooks do that first!

Clang! Zing! Bing! Zing!

Torcher: You and me now!

Some more actiony effects come from the portal. Mimic looked at it with a raised brow at this and.

Mimic: The heck…

Kolobos: I'm going to rip your heart out and eat it!

Torcher: Well I hope you save room for my fist because I'm going to ram it into you stomach!

Pow!

Mimic: Well folks, that's it for this episode. Tune in next time to find out what happens next…

Camera guy: Should I call the medics?

Mimic: Call 5-5-1, he should know something.

Camera guy: Isn't he dead?

Mimic: Yeah, and?

Camera guy: I need a vacation…

That's it for this chapter; tune in next time to find out what happens next!

Torcher: I better come back!