Anti wrecks the Billycons (Non-canon/Crack!fic)

As the young son of the current commander of the Migrön, Billum was nothing like his father, Bobby.

Billum - or Billy, as he was more commonly called - was a sadistic, twisted child, if he could even be called that. He was approximately thirty-nine years old, though through growth and maturity he was more around twelve or thirteen. And yet, he was known for 'playing' with prisoners.

Basically, he was a torturer.

Now, not all Billycons were sadistic evil beings. Bobby was far too soft in his opinion, as was his younger cousin (who's actual name was William, though Billy threatened him that if he tried to call himself Billy then he would do a manner of unspeakable things to him.) But Billum, now Billum was a shining example of what a Billycon should be.

And he was going to show that filthy Bossotronio it's place. His lips curled up in disgust and rage, remembering how he was basically one of the last to know about it. Apparently they'd already question him (he should have been interrogated), and sent him back to his cell, where his companions waited.

Billy didn't care about the hybrid mutts, or whatever the effing hell the third one was - he just wanted his chance to make the Bossotronio learn his place.

And he was going to take it.

"Sir?" A guard asked as Billy, barely four foot ten, shoved past him.

"I am retrieving the Bossotronio - you are to accompany me, and help bring him to the sfefden."

Unbeknownst to him, down the white metal halls, and in the cell, the four companions had begun their plan. A Dismalen shaking with fear throughout it.

Billy and the guard paused, as the sound of screaming echoed up the hall. They saw as Harry run towards them, one arm limp and hanging wrongly, howling, "Helvskarr! Helvskarr!"

He didn't slow as he passed them, merely yowled, "Run! Larry, Billy, run for your lives!"

But they didn't - there was no time to comprehend. Something like laughter rang out, but it was much to garbled and staticky to decipher. They turned back towards the direction of the cells, and finally saw what had attacked Harry.

It was the Bossotronio, Billum knew, but it was all wrong: Eyes burning almost hotly with green, lips curled into an unsettling smile, and Boss Energy curling outside of its flesh almost electrically. The shock collar on its throat tightly clamped, the taut tendons showing starkly. It padded toward them steadily, predatorily, no slow nor rush in its advancement.

Billy, who had always referred to those he tortured as people, because he wanted them to know that he was aware they were sentient, because it hurt them even more - he couldn't find it in himself to view this, this thing as anything other than some sort of nightmare incarnate.

(None of them, except the prisoners knew it, but being so far from the dampening planet and with a Dismalen was leaking heightened emotions throughout a pretty good radius - their fear was amplified, but was also Dan's fear, and the emotions that this "Anti-Jack" was broadcasting out.)

"Well, well, well," it chuckled as it drew near. Billy didn't even notice the other prisoners leaving their cell and high-tailing it in the opposite direction. All he could focus on was the layered voice, and the blood on its hands, dripping, dripping down. "What have we here? Some more puppets to play with?"

Billy, of course, was foolishly proud and arrogant. He was the one who played with others - he was the one who had made veteran warriors thrice his age scream for mercy.

And he would teach this creature a lesson.

The creature seemed bored as Billy darted forward, the guard's metal rod swiped from his belt and in the child's hands. He swung it, setting the voltage to max, expressing darkly, "I'll show you how to play."

Anti ducked back, the rod swiping inches away from his face. He quickly dug his fingers into Billy's wrist, clawing deeply as he wrenched it and sent the rod flying.

There was a ringing thud mixed with a scream as it flew into Larry's face.

Reinforcements could be heard rounding the corner; Anti's lip quirked into a smile. Now it would be a party.

But first, the brat.

It just took one good punch to send the kid, lights out.

No killing no killing no killing no killing.

His eye twitched as the words repeated in cycle in his head. Part of him vaguely knew it was his own voice, so he felt compelled to listen.

But only just.

When the first five soldiers came into range, Anti laughed, jerking forward and startling them. He grabbed one's face and slammed him into his companion; the next, he grabbed a fistful of her hair while slamming his knee into her abdomen. More and more came, as he viscously smacked them into wall, floor, and soldier alike, each going down like sacks of potatoes.

Eventually they stopped coming, began to run off. He glanced around at the pile of unconscious bodies, irritated that the fun was ending so soon - though looking at a floor literally covered with unconscious people was absolutely hilarious.

Soon enough though, he raced to the escape craft, his mind returning back to being Seán, and features bleeding back to normal.

"So," Mark asked as he helped him aboard. "Evil self, huh?"

Dan seemed to visibly relax as he felt Jack's emotional flux was back to normal, and Phil gave him a tight smile; they all ignored the blood on his hands, and caking beneath his fingernails.

Jack gave him an exasperated look.

"Oh, shut up."

The escape craft sped off, leaving behind a stationary Billycon ship with more than half of its men beaten down by one little Bossotronio.

A/N:

Translations:

Migrön = Military

"Helvskarr!" = Monster from their culture; modern word literally translating to "slayer". Expression that is the equivalent to "ah hell no, I'm outie."

sfefden = A pet name/fond expression, meaning "happy room". Billum uses it as a term for his torture chamber, as a reference to where ever he inpliments it, not a single specific room. In this case, it's a temporary room on the ship.