Disclaimer: I do not own SMRTHFG nor will I ever. I make no money from this post, it is entirely for fun. With that, I believe the lawyers are appeased. Enjoy the fanfic!

Colors

Fluorescent lights hummed as I threw the switch, dispelling the darkness that stretched across my laboratory. Pushing back my hood, I gazed up at the lights with eyes of blue and green and suppressed the urge to shudder. To think something as pure and wholesome as light would frighten me so. It burned white-hot upon my pale skin, forcing me to shelter myself in the confines of my hood once more as I entered the lab. The hour is late, but time grows short.

"Power corrupts," they told me, "Beware the temptation lest you fall." I should have listened, should have known better than to defy the hand of fate. Soon now, the Dark One will come for me. Soon, I will fall into the abyss for a final time, becoming the creature I so despise. I will become the monster in my mind when He comes, a sleeper trapped within a prison of my own making. Despair grips my heart and I stumble mentally, physically. Time grows far too short.

Racing the clock, I resume my walk. Brushing thin fingers along the various glass beakers that line the counter top, I make my way across the room to the farthest wall and the wonders lying hidden behind. Upon reaching the wall, I place my hand upon a secret panel and close my eyes, summoning the Power from deep within. Green light flickers briefly and machinery springs to life with a clicking jolt. The wall gives way, revealing my greatest creations…the Hyper Force armor.

Shimmering silver in the fluorescent lights, the metal gleamed like sunlight upon the water. Shielding my eyes, I mentally ticked off the seconds it took for my eyes to adjust to the brightness refracted in so many blinding beams. Slowly raising my head, I smiled a rare smile. Helmets shone, draped in bared circuits. Metal spines stood far straighter than the average chimpanzee's. Robotic hands clenched into fists, weapons all ready despite their lack of life, and feet set at angles as though ready to traipse right out of the display. They were nearly complete.

All that remained now was to attach the tails and add one last crucial detail: color. In a snap decision, I decide that the tails can wait. Paint jobs are the goal for today.

Grinning, I walk to a nearby computer console and start tabbing through screens. Colors flicker by in rapid succession as I search the database for just the right shades for my precious monkeys. Finding the ones I want, I program an automated cycle and step back to watch the process in action.

First up is Nova. Her color is a sunny yellow. Yellow for her sunny personality and for her boundless optimism. Yellow is also for the lightning of her temperament. She is my dearest Nova, so easy to anger yet so quick to smile. Such a happy little child.

Next up is Otto in a simple green. I chose this color because it represents nature and all the power of creation. Creation is Otto's gift to the world. His knack for building machines easily rivals my own. Yet, there is another side to the color as well: relaxation. His gift to the team will be the ability to bring humor to even the darkest of situations, the gift of light within the darkness given in the form of laughter among friends.

Now is SPRX-77. I chose red for him in acknowledgment of his deep love for his friends. He is fiercely loyal and a true friend, always there when help is needed. He is young yet, trusting solely to instinct in many matters…and therein lays his strength. Driven by emotions, these instincts are his best asset in the fight against evil. May he use them well in the days to come….

Next is Gibson, festooned in a calming blue. Blue is the most peaceful of the colors they say, fitting for the imperturbable calm of little Gibson. He keeps his head no matter the situation, cool and logical to the very end. I smile as a memory drifts before my eyes, a scene of a young monkey gazing up at the clouds with wide eyes. He so loves to watch the sky…the sky is blue, just like him.

Last but not least is Antauri, cloaked in a somber black. He wears a powerful color, the black of absolute authority. He is to be the spiritual leader of my Monkey Team, and yet, all power comes at a price. I know this full well. Antauri shall remain humble as a necessity, submissive to his faith lest he stumble into darkness. Another thought strikes me… it is only fitting that Antauri wears this color as he remains the greatest mystery to me.

He appears to be the only one of the monkeys to have complete, conscious access to the Power Primate. How this came to be is beyond my reasoning, but perhaps it is because of his ties with spiritual matters. Any way one looks at it, he is set apart from the rest of the group, aloof in all things. Riddles inside of a conundrum that one… Yes…. Antauri the priest. Antauri the leader. Antarui….

My mind begins to wander as He stirs once more, the voice in my head, the shadow of my soul. Quickly I shut the display with scarcely a glance at my completed work and turn off the lights. He cannot see, cannot know.

Running from the lab, I head for my quarters to meditate away my afternoon. Meditation is the only way I keep Him from surfacing, but every day it grows more difficult. I shut the door behind me, locking myself in the darkness of my room. He laughs dimly in my ears, an evil cackle that makes me shudder. Time is far too short.

Tomorrow, I will finish it all. The Hyper Armor. The Monkey Team. All will be completed, and not a moment too soon.

Silently, I pull a handful of crystals from my pocket and throw them to the floor in front of me, releasing their magic with a wave of my hand. The room fills with a myriad of colors, yellow, green, red, and blue all raging against the darkness. Focusing on those colors, I close my eyes and enter my meditation.

Colors blend with the shadows. Shadows blend with the light. All is well where those colors remain, a light within my darkness.

Owari

Moonlessnight: This short little fiction is inspired by a post I ran across in the forums here that mentions that certain colors are tied to certain personality traits. Intrigued by the post, I looked up a few internet sites to confirm the info and found that the there are indeed shocking similarities between the colors of the monkeys and their personalities. With that discovery in hand, an idea came to mind. What if the color choices on the monkeys were not accidental? What if the Alchemist picked the colors that best suited each monkey? Enter this fiction. Hope you liked it.

And, yes, I know the end is rushed. I need to run to my next class right now because I am late as it, but I wanted to update this story. The price of indulging in writing fanfic when I should be studying, I guess…. All well….

Note: Here's the main web site I used for this: http/