This is my first SRMTHFG fanfiction! So far, I've only seen season one and searched some stuff about the other seasons.


Ah, Shuggazoom City, the last stronghold which yet defies him. Protected by the likes of a little boy and five robotic monkeys, devoting their lives to justice and benevolent sacrifice. It almost made him vomit. Such endless pursuit, a call to love and purity unworthy of the abundant power they possessed. Throwing such pearls to swine! But him, who royally conquers all, and knows all, his majesty, Skeleton King, had been in a deep slumber when the call of the Dark Ones had once again reached him. From the crevices of his diabolical mind, where his light, once corrupted turned visceral, alluringly dark, a voice resonated.

"Find the boy, Chosen one, for he is the key to our success."

If Skeleton King could he would have rolled his eyes while sleeping. What about him? What was he, spare junk? And just what made the boy so special? It was true that he was golden-hearted and clever, unnervingly so, but at the same time he was proud and rash and a tiny bit selfish. Could the evil ones desire to dissect the little thorn? He would gladly help, images of a disembodied Chiro flying through his mind. And ah, such pleasant dreams.

But no, there was something unrelenting, cold, and awfully smug about their ambiguous commands. He could feel it, they wanted him to tempt the boy, like a sweet-talking serpent in a tree. Yes, how did that old story go "You would surely not die..."

Hahahahahaha!

And my, his obedience would be sweeter than honeydew, more divine than any ambrosia. He thrived on groans and moans of suffering. The boy craved attention, and sweet words, and kindness. He latched to Antauri like a baby monkey would his father. Unsurprising, since his parents abandoned him when he was but a small child, forcing him to fend on his own against the big and the bad. It's a miracle the boy didn't become a hooligan, unwanted by foster parents, reluctantly stealing food to survive for two months. Yes, Skeleton King knew it all.

And he had just come up with the perfect plan.


Chiro was waking up in his soft, plush bed, the monkey team near him. They had stayed with him because he had run a cold and a fever the previous night, and the team was concerned for their brother's safety.

"My calculations tell that your sinuses are clean, Chiro. No leftover febricity to weaken down your immune system. It seems like the leucocytes had done their job," Gibson said while looking at his device.

"I get it, I can breathe well through my nose and I have no fever left. The immune cells helped me. I am flu-free!" Chiro stated while jumping up and down on the bed.

"Wasn't that what I just said?' Gibson asked fondly.

"Way to go, kid! No measle flu can get you down!" Sparks yelled while Nova nodded, happy that the friend who had become like a little brother to her was alright.

"You showed the bug who's boss, Chiro," she said, pumping her fists up.

Otto started laughing and jumping on Chiro's bed with him. They were holding hands, spinning around, carefreely.

Antauri smiled, eyes full of familial love for the exuberant child and his brothers. But he was also reasonable, so he coughed a little, drawing their attention and saying "You have just recovered, Chiro. It would be unwise to overexert yourself."

"Ohhh, Antauri," the young boy whined "I'm not a baby to get tired easily. Just a few more jumps."

He looked at Otto, expectantly and extended his arm. Otto let his head down in slight shame and shook his head "Sorry, Chiro. Antauri's right. We shouldn't tire you so much. You were really ill..."

Chiro began looking at the other monkeys, searching for someone to take his side, but they had all found the floor to be more interesting. Seeing as he was outnumbered, he sighed, plopped down on the bed, and said "You're right, Antauri. I will take it easy for today."

The monkeys smiled and after tucking him in, everyone, except Antauri, went to their rooms.

"Chiro, do you wish for me to stay?" he asked concerned. The boy nodded.

"Could you, tell me the stories of your childhood again?" Chiro asked innocently.

"Certainly. There was that time Gibson invented a cleaning drone that ate all of Otto's machinery and Spark's cookies. Sparks was going to share those cookies with Nova. We all thought Gibson was a goner when she discovered the culprit. How did she say it, oh yes, 'Why did it not eat Sparks and leave the cookies untouched instead?!' Granted they were fighting over who's fault was that the cookies were gone in the first place..."

"Hahaha. Wow, he actually created a cookie-eating monster! I wish I could have been there," Chiro said wistfully.

"Nonsense Chiro. Now you are our little cookie monster, there's no need for a robot," Antauri told him lovingly while ruffling his head. He was talking, of course, of the incidents where Chiro woke up in the dead of night like a spook and raided the fridge for chocolate chip cookies. They were becoming more and more frequent.

"You can't blame someone whom you did not see," Chiro told him, smiling cunningly.

"Of course, child. I suppose the cookies ate themselves," Antauri answered drily.

"They likely did cannibalize on each other, Antauri. And I wouldn't blame them!"

"Is that a confession, Chiro?"

"Merely an observation."

All of a sudden, the alarm started blaring, the robot monkeys became alert.

"Trouble," Chiro said starting to get up.

"Chiro, no. Stay in bed. We'll handle it."

"But...?"

"Don't worry, my friend. We'll be quick," Antauri reassured him and despite Chiro wanting to protest, he sat down, knowing Antauri wouldn't listen. Little by little, he started getting tired. He closed his eyes until he was swept into Morpheus's embrace.