Robo-Duff

I've always wondered why Duff Killigan became a robot in the movie Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time. Well, I decided to make something up on my own! Hope ye like my interpretation! This was inspired and based on the chapter 'No Time' from the original 'Work in Progress' story for Dr. Drakken.

'So tis is whut happens when ye work wit other villains.' He thought. 'Ones like monkey boy, blue boy an' Shego, te be precise.'

Well, he already knew that working with Drakken and Shego weren't good experiences…he knew that from two instances: the time he sold Drakken the Centurian Project, and the time Drakken hired him for help when his sidekick Shego got sick. He needed his help to fumble with some ray thingie.

Monkey Fist, however, he had confidence in. Maybe, just maybe with him, he thought the calm, serious lad could actually hold things together. But he realized now he should have backed out earlier…he could see the signs as early as when the two of them were struggling with the Possible lassie in the Middleton Museum of Natural History.

'And we were so close too!' he thought. But now, he, monkey boy, and blue boy were being cuffed by the police and being led to the dreadful van. 'Ugh.'

The three villains walked out of the Paisley mansion and he could see the Possible lassie and her past self talking about something. A few feet away, the lassie's dipit and his past self were talking too. He felt miserable, worthless, and a like such a failure. He felt like the pathetic, sad wee laddie he was not too long ago, when Drakken pointed that juvenile machine at him, whatever it was.

Mr. Paisley, the rich laddie who was obsessed with those plush toys, looked at the three villains with disgust. "Officers, take them away!" he said.

He, along with his comrades, looked to the billionaire with extreme horror on their faces.

"But you can't leave us here in the past!" Monkey boy shouted.

"Aye! We'll face years of déjà vu!" The Scottish golfer cried. Just to think of how horrid it would be to live life almost ten years in the past…it made him shiver.

Drakken almost read Duff's mind by shouting, "This will throw the time stream into chaos!"

The police officer handling Drakken simply rolled his eyes and said "Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before…"

Duff was agape upon hearing that. Were the three of them really going to relive the past in prison?

The officers led the three villains into the van. Duff sighed and looked at his boots.

'Aye…eh guess tis is whut ye get fer bein' eh villain yerself!'

As he and the rest of his allies were getting into the van, they all heard a familiar voice…it was Shego. They had forgotten all about her.

"Hmm…going to prison sure sounds like a waste of time…of course, with this I can waste all the time I want!" she said. She held the time monkey, and was standing a few feet away from the van. She wasn't captured by an officer, or anything. How had she managed to get a hold of that thing? How did she manage to escape the grasps of Kim Possible? What was going on?

"The time monkey!" Dr. Drakken and Kim shouted in unison. Both of them looked just as surprised as he was. Duff looked at Drakken and his idea of this being a secret plan between Drakken and Shego to betray him and Monkey Fist suddenly went away when he saw Drakken's expression.

"Later, losers!" Shego said. She used the time monkey to open a portal, and she passed through before anyone, including Kim, could stop her.

On the ride to jail, Duff, Monkey Fist and Dr. Drakken sat in the back of the van in silence. None of them could believe what had happened. Shego betrayed them…she took advantage and she won. They could feel it.

"Do you think she'll come back for us?" Drakken asked lowly, watching his grubby black boots, his tiny feet.

Monkey Fist groaned, and leaned against the side of the automobile. "Highly doubt it. She betrayed us…how and why on Earth would she come back for the fools who fell for her trap?"

Duff continued to look down at his shoes, like Dr. Drakken was. He started to get into his 'thinking' mode. Whenever he got in trouble…when he got caught by the cops and got sent to jail, he would always just randomly start thinking about things. Random things. He would question his life.

He was in the middle of thinking of a childhood memory with his grandmother when the van started glowing blue, and Shego stepped out of the portal.

Duff, Monkey Fist and Dr. Drakken all looked up in utter amazement. It was Shego all right…except, she looked different. Her hair had some grey in it, she looked older, and she was wearing a cape. It took Duff a few minutes to figure out that it was Shego from the future. She had the time monkey in her hands.

"Hello, boys." She said. "Miss me?"

Monkey Fist spoke first. "…You we're gone long. We saw you about ten minutes ago."

Future Shego made a face. "….oh. Well, whatever. I'm uh…here to break you all out. Help you escape."

Dr. Drakken leapt from his seat and beamed like a kid at the butcher (That was, in fact, where they sold all the haggis).

"Really? Oh, Shego I knew you would come back! I just knew it!"

Future Shego made another face. "Uh…yeah yeah." Her expression looked annoyed, which was the same as all the other times she talked with her boss. Duff wondered if she still worked for him in the future, and how things turned out.

"Here…" Future Shego gave all of the three villains some kind of neck ring. "Put these on. They're future…armor. They will protect you guys."

All of them put the rings around their neck, trusting her. Monkey Fist and Duff looked to each other, like they couldn't believe what was happening. They were expectant. They both looked at Drakken, who was giddy and on the edge of insane. They couldn't figure what was wrong with him…it looked like he was high on sugar, or drunk from excitement. Something was seriously wrong with him.

Shego led the three of them through the portal, one by one. The portal took them to future Middleton, which was now dark and structured. People walked around…no…marched around in groups, all of them wearing Shego's uniform. Air drones flew around, scanning and probing everything. The world was dark, and it was dictated by the one person they least expected.

"Oh…and by the way." The young woman they thought they knew spoke. "It isn't Shego anymore. It's 'The Supreme One"."

It's been a few weeks since Duff, Monkey Fist and Dr. Drakken were brought to the future to be The Supreme One's slaves. It only took them a few hours to realize they couldn't take off the neck rings, and it took them a few more hours to realize the neck rings weren't what The Supreme One told them they were…the rings were in fact torturing devices that shocked the wearer at her will.

Shego gave all of them positions to work for her. Dr. Drakken she had plans for…big plans. Duff and Monkey Fist didn't know exactly what was going on, but once, when Duff was passing by Drakken's room, he saw Shego bringing him something. She carried a paper bag and wondered what it was. He and Monkey Fist haven't seen Drakken much…the last they saw of him, he was telling them of all the things Shego was making him do…well…he was complaining of all the things she was making him do. They said she was forcing him to work out and go on this diet for some strange reason. He was complaining about not being able to eat junk food and everything.

That was the last Duff saw of him. Now, he wondered about his ally and what Shego made of him. Monkey Fist, on the other hand, Shego ordered to act as guards for the fortress…him and his monkey ninjas, of course. She allowed him to go back to the past (under supervision) to get them, and bring them to the future. He sees Monkey Fist regularly…they still try to remain friends as much as possible. During times when a fellow villain enslaves you and succeeds to take over the world, you need a friend.

Duff thought over everything on that matter…he went into thinking mode again. What made him turn into a villain? What made him get mixed up in a plot with a blue villain and his green sidekick, and a man obsessed with monkeys? What made him foolishly go along with a plan to take over the world with time travel, only to be deceived by a lass? These kinds of thoughts rolled around in his head…often he would think about his family, or his past. He would miss his castle and his dog and his daug…

"Killigan!" The Supreme One shouted, breaking his train of thought.

He looked up, and she was walking toward him. "Why are you standing around? Didn't I tell you to go to the robotics lab five minutes ago?"

The Supreme One didn't consider Duff to be much help in keeping her or her house of 'worship' and control safe. It hurt a bit for her not to think he was strong or skilled enough to be a guard…but once he saw the uniform Monkey Fist and his ninjas had to wear, he was more than happy to be assigned to something else. The Supreme One allowed him the most amazing privilege…he didn't need to wear the skin tight green and black jumpsuit…it was not flattering on him.

The Supreme One put him in charge of robotics and technological matters. He was good at robotics…he knew a lot about them and had quite an interest in them. He participated in building weapons, air drones, and all the sorts for The Supreme One. When he worked, he tried not to think of who he was doing it for…but he tried to escape and think of all the things he had to leave behind in the past. He missed his family so much…every day he thought of them. He hoped with all his heart he could see them again…he worked to the best of his ability, so maybe one day The Supreme One could reward him with a visit…just one visit…

That was all he needed.

Years passed by and The Supreme One ruled. He and Monkey Fist finally saw Drakken after so long…if it weren't for his blue skin, they would have never recognized him. He was monstrous. Of all the things his ex-sidekick could have done to him, neither of them expected her to put him on steroids. But all in all, it was a good revenge…make him be her bodyguard…and obviously, normal skinny Drakken wouldn't have made the cut.

What really appalled them was how willing he was in protecting her. Duff never said anything…but he thought deep down, Drakken had some kind of love for her. He must have considered her family, like a sister of some sort. It was almost heartwarming, in a corrupted, sick, twisted way. 'What eh nice fam! She drugs him an' he still loves 'er! Splendid!'

Over the years of getting used to his new life, he had no choice but to forget his past. He wasn't Duff Killigan, the world's most dangerous golfer anymore. He was a slave. He was a pawn, a pathetic fool who worked for an all mighty dictator. He was nothing. He had no purpose…no reason to live. He would have hung himself a long time ago, but something kept him alive. He often tried to wonder what it was, but no matter how hard he tried he was never able to realize that the hope he still kept for seeing his family was the reason he lived. He never would have believed that the past kept him striving. The past…the good ol' days lingered in his unconscious…he often dreamt of big, medieval castles and Scottish children and people he recognized but could not name. It baffled him.

But one day, something changed.

He was working in the robotics lab, and he was so caught up in…well…nothing. His mind was wandering to space…he wasn't thinking, or paying attention to what he was doing. He was doing that a lot lately, but he never even considered that it would bring harm to him. He never would have thought that his lack of paying attention would cause him to blow up the robotics lab, and blowing up his own body in the process.

When The Supreme One rushed to the laboratory, she was able to find all the robotics experts dead…all but Duff. He was unconscious and dying quickly. Several of his limbs were scattered across the lab, and his blood was pouring everywhere. His head was mainly intact despite several gashes and burns, but his body was almost completely ruined. She figured she might as well spare his life…he was an old ally, and he was smart and still useful. 'So what if he goes through suffering? He lives to work for me…and that is what he will continue to do.' She thought.

She was grossed out by the bloody scene…so she sent for some henchmen to bring what was left of the man to the medical wing. The Supreme One was smart…she had an idea…she knew how to keep him highly functional for her use. First, her doctors saved his life. That was the first step. Then, she transported him to the technical wing, and they got to work on the new and improved Duff Killigan.

It didn't matter what caused the explosion…it was literally nothing that was on his mind, and it was nearly an accident. But none of that mattered. When Duff opened his eyes, he was appalled to find out that he wasn't sent to Hell after all…he was still alive. He couldn't remember a thing at first, but with some reassuring yet confusing words from The Supreme One, he slowly started remembering what had happened to him. He couldn't believe his ears…he was saved. He wasn't dead yet. He was saved…

He remembered Monkey Fist and Dr. Drakken in the room when he first woke up. He could remember their faces…he couldn't pinpoint their expressions but it was some mixture of sadness and pity and grief and disbelief…he didn't understand. He got that they would have been sad for him, since he almost died, but he didn't understand why they looked as they did.

And then, it hit him like a rushing flood of enlightenment. He was hit by an explosion…he tried picturing the scene and the possibilities of it. He couldn't have survived something like that….at least, he couldn't have remained the same as he was, perfect and faultless (sort of) as he was.

Then it suddenly came to him that he couldn't feel….and there was a random glare in front of him, almost like he was looking through a window.

And then Drakken brought him a mirror.

'Power, power, power!'

It felt sensational. They couldn't last another minute against him…he was indestructible. It was three against one, and yet he was winning. He was winning. All that was visible in front of him was the fire, the smoke, the colorful blasts from the explosions. All that he could hear were the loud, consistent BOOMS and his maniacal laughter.

There was no feeling that was ever able to compare with how he felt. The power was so uplifting…seeing all the destruction he was creating just made him feel prideful, powerful, almost like he was The Supreme One. Ha!

Before he felt like he was nobody…but he was a somebody again. He went from being Duff Killigan, world's most dangerous golfer, to nothing, to Duff Killigan, world's most deadliest golfing cyborg. It was a bit of a mouthful, but it was unique and that was what mattered.

He didn't care he needed to work for some green lass who had her nose so high in the air she needed an oxygen mask. He had so many advantages and benefits in his life…he still got to wear his traditional Killigan tartan, he had immense power from his cyborg anatomy, and for once in his life he actually felt good about himself. He felt strong. He could feel his void being filled up, if only slightly. Something of course still lingered in him…but he ignored it. Again, no feeling was ever able to compare to how he felt. Right? Well, none that he could think of.

Life wasn't his, no…but life was good. Strangely, outlandishly good…..at least for the time being.

Or, realistically, for the time he had left.

A/N: I've been gone for so long…hope this is good. I'm trying to get back to my writing and hopefully I'll have more on the way, soon.