Normal P.O.V
621 utterly loathed the idea of biological metamorphosis of any kind. Ever since he'd transmuted himself in Jumba's mutator, he'd found that his body had never been the same. While the process had eventually become reversible through enough persistence, the occasional jolts of pain that accompanied his movements had become a factor of daily life for the alien. Despite being the lesser of 626 and having a body designed to withstand extreme physical and elemental factors, 621 had suffered terribly, not only on a physical scale but a mental one. The effects had also lingered—621 was taller now as a result.
He sought relief through meditation, having discovered it upon arriving on Earth with the former 6-26B's. After a week of study and close observation of the creatures of the planet Earth he'd gained enough understanding of the basics of their life and ways and had adapted it into his own custom routine. The relaxation had eased the pain, but only slightly. The damage from the transmutation itself was permanent and 621 often felt sick at the thought of it. In the end what he'd done to himself had not been worth it.
621 couldn't understand what 626 saw in these creatures, let alone that fat bastard Jumba. He'd never been more so eluded than he was the moment he realised that a literal hatchling—a human child of all things—had entirely changed him. Humans were pathetic and weak. So why would 626 suddenly bow down to one of them? Just how had that hatchling changed the views and ways of a creature designed for planetary destruction and conquest? The 626 that 621 had always recalled was unsympathetic, destructive and vicious—a weapon of war hell-bent on taking down those all around him. He only cared about what Jumba had thought of him. 626 was ruthless and cunning at what he did, and as much as 621 hated him, he'd taken note of how easily his successor had accomplished his goals on Jumba's missions in a few hours whereas 621 had taken weeks to do the same thing. He'd spied. And the more he had, the more jealous he'd become.
621 hated 626 for that. For his superiority and strength that far surpassed his own just because he was created that way, and it had driven him to the brink of insanity. He couldn't bear the thought of Jumba being proud of another experiment, that was not only just an experiment at that, but his own child. His son.
621 had viewed Jumba as his father. Once. The Kweltikwanian had created him after all. Given him life and a purpose and once 621 had come along he had been nothing but a continuous reminder that 621 could never have what 626 had—a biological connection.
It would have hurt less, had Jumba not had tossed him aside like old garbage. Ignored him almost every single day, and then even more so to focus only on 626's achievements when he came into the picture. And because of that, 626 had turned. He'd allowed his rage to consume him and turn him into a monster, however his obsession with proving himself the superior had become his downfall and now he was paying the price for it.
Now he panted as he navigated 626's internal pathways. The experiment tired far sooner than he used to. The nanites were secure, strapped to his back but safely contained inside the capsule. The robots were dangerous and he knew they could also attack him as well if he wasn't careful.
621 was smart. Jumba had never given enough credit for that. He knew what to look out for and what to avoid within the other alien's body. As he trekked, he wondered what the hell he was even doing here in the first place. He despised 626, so why would he suddenly want to help him? He had told himself repeatedly it was because he didn't want Earth to be destroyed. And he believed that.
But was that the real reason? Or was it something more?
621 pondered this as he rounded a corner. 626's internal pathways resembled a giant circuit board with four access points to every corner. It was basically a giant, confusing maze. Navigating his blood stream had been the easiest part—this was the area 621 had been most apprehensive about. He would have to venture along every single one of those access points until he found that blasted back-up, but he had no idea what to expect.
The trek was a good opportunity to collect his thoughts. There was no doubt that the hatchling did have some kind of profound effect on him, but he couldn't understand why. What had made her so special? He thought long and hard about this as he walked, trying to keep his balance on the uneven path.
Maybe it was because she had acknowledged him as a living creature.
And for years that was what he'd wanted to hear, since he'd never heard it from his own creator once. Jumba had used him—only viewed him as a tool to collect what he needed. There had never been a time that Jumba had wanted to spend with 621 for the sake of it like he did with 626. And when he had, it was only when he'd been first created. The only time that his creator had truly felt proud of him... or had he?
621 held onto that in the back of his mind as much as he didn't want to. It was something he could never shake.
That female Kweltikwanian Gamada had been an absolute witch and 621 couldn't see what Jumba had ever seen in her from the start. She was horrible and controlling in general. But 621 had seen what Jumba had not considering he'd been too invested in his work. He'd started spying on her, to get an idea of what she was like as he'd always sensed something off, even just a few weeks after he'd been created. But now? 621 couldn't help but wonder if the reason Jumba may have turned on him as well was due to his numerous attempts to try and warn him about the woman.
Only Jumba had never listened—621 had been brushed off every single time.
"LIES!" Jumba had roared at him one long, bad day after work, a few months after he'd been created. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF HER IN SUCH ABSURD MANNER."
"Listen to meega! She isa not good for you!" 621 had tried to reason. "She will hurt you one day, Jumba! I overheard her talking about yuuga today! She was making fun of you and naga in good way!"
Jumba hadn't wanted to hear it. "After only last night Zenda was telling Jumba there was no other for her...? Psh. Give me one good reason why I should believe you Chops. Is no possible way you could overhear her when she wasn't even at home, was at office all day!"
621 had gone quiet. This was shortly after he'd discovered that he could become invisible and had already started stealing his creator's food, since there was hardly any food around at home. Jumba had often forgot to feed him due to how busy he was and Zenda didn't even bat an eye at him most days when she was at home.
"Because you created me, ih?" he responded. He was finding less motivation to tell Jumba about his newly discovered ability. "Is that naga good enough reason?"
"No. Unless you are having something actually important to say then get back to work and leave me in peace."
"..."
Turning to leave, 621 couldn't figure out why Jumba had been so angry with him. He always seemed to be on edge with him for some reason. He'd noticed a significant change in his creator's attitude towards him when he'd came home from work that day, but he refused to listen to any of 621's reasoning at all. He'd simply put it down to Jumba having an exceptionally bad day, because that had to be it, right?
He'd dropped it for a while. But every time he'd sneak into Galaxy Defence Industries, he'd only hear more of the same thing. There was one day he'd almost got stuck in the lunchroom and had to cling to the ceiling to not be discovered when Zenda had entered there with two other co-workers, one being a gangly looking alien with tentacles that squirmed about from the top of his head while the other one went off to do his own thing.
"That sack of blitznak actually had the audacity to gloat in my face today. You think he'd of toned down by now with Ramthar's previous doing, but no!" 621 had overheard the gangly alien say quietly to Jumba's wife.
"Jumba?" Zenda had asked. "What'd he say to piss ya off now?"
"That his stupid spidget spinner has surpassed the previous universal record for number of sales of a single patented item. Made a big show of it he did too, right when I'd just spoken up about Klexpa's crash."
Zenda raised an eyebrow. "How is he?"
"Won't be out of hospital for a month or two. That kachoota Jookiba though. Honestly tempted to get Ramthar to up the dosage and actually put him in hospital this time around. You got those files sorted for the boss yet?"
"Eh," she shrugged in response. "Working on it. Can't get a moment to myself anymore wit' 'im in my face all the time. Only the paintings really shut 'im up and I'm too tired to make anymore righ' now. But if he goes out again I won't complain."
621 had listened to this, perplexed. Dosage? Did that have something to do why Jumba had been sick again? He'd been sick shortly before too, only a few months ago.
Admittedly that worried 621. After learning this, he didn't know what to think. He'd barely got out of there that time without being seen but now that his suspicions of Zenda had been confirmed, he decided he'd no choice but to tell Jumba what he'd overheard.
But what Jumba had said next had made 621 realise how Jumba truly felt about him. How little he cared.
"I'm telling you Jumba, she isa evil woman and they naga care about you. I think, mokata yuuga ill purcho. They doing something! She thinks yuuga annoying!"
Jumba had been laying back against the sofa, ill, but had sat up and looked at him in fury. "621, tell me, are you doing this to anger me or some type of way to get back at Jumba because I am unable to pay attention to you currently with how busy I am?"
621 was shocked. "Naga! Naga that Jumba!"
"Well, whatever you are getting at will not work, got it? I've been married to this woman for six years 621, I would know if something was up with her let alone company. They hired me because knew I'd be good for them. Jumba is sick again because of bad coffee, knew should not have had it. You are grasping at straws."
"Neesa meega heard them!"
"So this again, ey? Are you disobeying me and veering off our schedule when I've specifically told you NOT to do ANYTHING else during day besides what I instruct you? If you are being caught, I go to jail 621! Are you forgetting that? You cannot leave house or lab! Especially with what you've put me through so far! That's final!"
621 didn't answer him. He wasn't a prisoner.
"621 you are barely five months old and you do not know my wife, let alone me, as there has been not enough time for that, so do not claim to do so. I created you to help me around lab, not to pry into personal affairs. And you will continue to do so. Clear?"
"Nee—"
"NO BUTS!" Jumba had roared. "Just get out 621! I've had enough of how you talk about her and is LAST thing am needing right now!"
"..." 621 looked away.
"Oh, and 621?"
"...?"
"If I find out you are leaving home or lab behind my back, I will dehydrate you. I may be your creator but I do not tolerate insubordination. Is your last chance to buck up. I mean it."
621 just left. He went to his quarters, curled up and that was the only time in his life he'd ever allowed himself to cry.
He knew something was off about Zenda. But she had Jumba so wrapped around her finger that he was blindsided to everything else. And now because 621 had chosen to speak out against somebody Jumba had deemed 'important' his creator was turning on him. He didn't know why Jumba was this angry with him.
621 was upset for a while, but eventually that sadness turned into deep resentment and hatred. The abuse and neglect hadn't stopped either so 621 had no choice but to keep sneaking out to steal food as Jumba had become even colder towards him. He fully mastered his ability to become invisible all by himself. He also knew that Jumba should have listened to him and prioritised him over Zenda. But that had been the final turning point for the experiment, and he'd gone devoid. He listened to what Jumba wanted, considering he'd been threatened with dehydration, but that was ONLY reason he obeyed him—621 didn't want be put into stasis. He wanted to live.
Nearly a year passed. 621 couldn't see Jumba as anything other than a creator anymore. He'd held onto the idea of Jumba being his father, but a father that cared wouldn't have ever done this to him or treated him so lowly and 621 let that idea go instantly when he realised not once had Jumba ever referred to him as a son, just as an experiment subject.
621 began to despise Jumba so much that he wanted nothing more than to see him fall, so he held out for it and that kept him going. Getting through each awful day. And when it finally happened, 621 was pleased.
Jumba had been utterly terrible to him. The mistreatment and neglect had only got worse as the year progressed and 621 didn't feel the slightest bit of empathy towards him as a result.
His creator would snap and lash out at him if 621 made the tiniest mistake. Being around him had been like walking on eggshells and 621 was beyond fed up. Jumba had become someone else to him—a complete stranger and 621 had watched him decline over the year. But he felt no remorse now because he couldn't. Nothing. Even when Jumba's world came crashing down as he'd learned the truth about GDI trying to bump him off and Gamada being an undercover spy out to steal his money.
Had Jumba thanked him for warning him? No. Of course not. After that had happened all he cared about was creating 626 and getting revenge. The neglect didn't stop. So 621 was happy to watch him suffer. He kept his distance during the period 626 was created.
He barely said a word to him other than doing what he was supposed to do. And then he finally snapped. Four years later after 626 was created, he attacked his creator with intent to kill, only to have 626 stop him. So he went off for two months and planned another attack. And this time he WOULD kill them both. He scoured for DNA, the best he could find. And when he did find it, he broke back into Jumba's lab and used it on himself in his mutator.
621 had become a monster. All because of how Jumba had treated him. That plan failed as Jumba had shot him, but he'd managed to still get out and alert the police so something had worked in his favour at least. 621 knew that if Jumba didn't fully charge 626's molecules, he would die in the future. He'd wanted it and disrupted the process for that sole reason.
He didn't care that he was also apprehended as a result of being illegal and then hauled away to Prison Asteroid K37, because at least 626 was guaranteed to die when his circuits burned out. Jumba could live with that on his mind, knowing there was nothing he could do about it.
But then Jumba had activated 626's Metamorphosis System. 621 had watched it all via live broadcast from his prison cell in the Xenon Sector. He'd expected that 626 would kill the targets, but like Jumba he hadn't anticipated the extent of damage 626 was capable of doing and it had bothered him when he saw the complete destruction of Turo. He'd spent a lot of time sneaking around that planet and had come to like it as it distracted him from Jumba, so admittedly he was angry about it being gone in such a horrible way too. 621 did have that fear in the back of his mind that perhaps he'd end up doing the same thing—as highly unlikely as it was. So while he was in the prison, he focused long and hard on changing himself back to normal. It took him a long time and a lot of mental strength but whether it was because of his intense focus, or sheer luck alone, his body finally cooperated with him and regressed back to normal, however 621 found himself much taller than before and the pain of his new altered height was unbearable. He had to lay still for weeks in his cell while his muscles burned and his body was on fire. During that time, 621 had heard through word of mouth that Jumba had been banished from Kweltikwan as a result and a death warrant was put in place for the two of them, but that was the last he'd ever heard of them.
For now, at least. The asteroid was targeted and attacked shortly after that by invaders, just when 621 was able to finally move again and the pain had eased.
He'd managed to escape when the prison was blown up. A total of six planets in the Xenon Hemisphere had been invaded during that period and 621 just barely managed to hitch a ride when a stolen Galactic Federation Starcruiser 1838 had landed near where he was hiding. He'd bolted forth, using his invisibility to sneak onboard undetected.
And that was where he'd met Zhanthar and Sahlek for the first time—two Kweltikwanian fugitives that worked alongside a notorious crime-lord set out to take over most of the galaxy and bring down the UGF—the same invaders that had destroyed the prison. During the invasion, these two fugitives had arrived to bust out another inmate and 621 had been shocked upon learning the alien's name.
"Ramthar," Zhanthar grinned, patting the larger alien on the shoulder. "Sk'ahgz ilik bauzhacisk!"
They'd reunited like old mates. Sahlek had started talking to 621 after they flew away from the Xenon Sector and looked for a safe place to hideout.
"So ya actually know of Jookiba then," the female Kweltikwanian had asked him in a thick outer space accent.
"Ih..."
She had the same hair as Gamada, 621 had soon realised upon observing her. "Took it ya saw the broadcast o' Turo from yer cell? Huge big 'ol monster it was 'n wiped it out clean, day-yum!" she whistled. "Where'd it come from I wonder?"
621 paused at that. "I know where from—Jookiba made it. Isa called 626-B."
"O' really?!" Sahlek was very intrigued and Zhanthar turned to look as well in sheer disbelief. "Holy chootasticks! Ya serious there are ya? That lump actually made some'n' like THAT?"
621 just stared at her. "Ih."
"That name though... good Rofplar..." She shook his head a little in shock. 621 wondered what was so compelling about it for her to react like that.
"So how you being knowing that then?" Zhanthar had turned around from the cockpit to look at him, a little suspiciously, and 621 sensed it. He tensed slightly and gripped at the side of the seat.
"Because Jookiba created meega."
They went dead quiet at that.
"Wha...? Ya serious?" Sahlek asked him quietly, staring him up and down.
"Ih. I'm 621-A."
"So Jookiba is like... what, yer father?"
621's eyes narrowed at that. "Naga. NAGA. Isa..." he scowled, clenching his fists and trailing off. They looked at each other at that, but 621 just looked back at them. "Who are you?"
Zhanthar lit a cigar. "Who're we? Well..."
"Long story short, we used to work wit' 'im," Sahlek told the younger alien, stealing Zhanthar's cigar and he scowled at her. "Had our run in wit' 'im when he 'bandoned us for 'is job 'n work, the ol' bastard. No more time fer us. Dumped us basically, so we cut 'im loose."
Zhanthar nodded. "Had a gang. He called us '6-26B's'." 621's eyes widened and Zhanthar nodded again at seeing that reaction from him.
"Yep. Was the leader of it and recruited us, as we were long time friends with... 'similar interests' so to speak," he took another cigar and lit that up and 621 retched a little from the smell. "Is namely why we're on run today."
621 was dumbfounded. "A gang leader? That idiot? "
Zhanthar laughed. "Yeah. That idiot. Believe it or not."
And so that was how 621 had come to join the former 6-26B's. Ramthar had been paid off by the GDI to drug Jumba however he'd been caught and imprisoned due to carelessness, and after the incident with Jumba, Zhanthar and Sahlek had continued their gang and had joined ranks with another alien until Ramthar returned, eventually being contracted to work for the invaders, however they refused to give 621 any further information than that. He didn't pay mind to it though—as far as he was concerned, they had one mutual interest, and that was that they all hated Jumba.
Time went on. 621 had been on the run with the two and on Earth almost three years had passed by the time he'd learned that 626 was still alive, as was Jumba. That they were living on a planet residing in a distant galaxy named the 'Milky Way'.
621 had almost forgotten about them and he was amazed by Earth's existence. It seemed like such a backwards planet.
He had newfound purpose with the gang, working alongside them under the orders of their supposed crime-lord 'boss' although he was never recruited by the invaders himself. Zhanthar and Sahlek would often leave him whenever they had to deal with their boss and 621 had only ever seen him once and that was from a chanced glimpse upon a communicator he wasn't supposed to see. Whoever they were, they'd been cloaked from head to toe. From the looks of them, they were really big and frightening and he'd thought he'd even seen some glowing red eyes from under that hood.
He had found it unusual that this crime-overlord had allowed him to tag along with the Kweltikwanian's. Much like the circumstances surrounding Gamada, he couldn't help but have an inkling something was off—but so far Zhanthar and Sahlek had showed no signs of betrayal to him, and whenever he'd asked about it he was just told by Sahlek 'the boss doesn't care too much 'bout yer taggin' along provided yer don't get in the way' and that was the end of the discussion.
With no other information to go by that was all 621 had to hold onto. He could either except it and stay with them, or reject it and find himself alone out in space, on the run from the law. He preferred to remain with them.
621 could see the slow progression with their takeover, and now multiple planets had become conquered. 621 himself still had no idea what their true intent was other than domination, but he didn't question it. He was away from Jookiba and 626 and that was all that had mattered to him. Being with others that had been outcasted just as he had. He'd learned that Sahlek was actually Gamada's younger sister. Much like 626, Gamada had been 'successful' in her life and the successor, whereas Sahlek had been overshadowed. The female Kweltikwanian had loathed her sister and had often confided in Jumba about it when they'd been together in the past. She'd considered Jumba a true friend.
But what had really hit hard for Sahlek was when Jumba had married Gamada. Finding this out had almost destroyed her and that was what had contributed to the end of their friendship and the ultimate downfall of the 6-26B's. Jumba had never told her of this, it had been through word of mouth and Sahlek had found out in an unpleasant manner.
Jumba had changed and she didn't like who he'd become. Chopsuey could relate.
Then one day, by some bizarre twist of faith, Zhanthar—who worked part-time as a factory worker in a black-marketed company that outsourced advanced computer components—discovered an order had been placed from that particular planet one day—Earth. Knowing that Jumba and 626 were possibly the only ones on that planet, Zhanthar had alerted 621 of this and he'd jumped at the opportunity. Upon some research, Zhanthar had learned that Earth was rich in oil and had informed their mysterious boss about it who wanted access to it realising it may be beneficial to their cause. There were multiple sub-sea pipelines ran deep underneath the planet's ocean.
Before they left, the boss had offered a deal. 621 was strong enough to destroy one of the pipes, so if he did that and got the oil, the boss would grant them access their most expensive Starcruiser, equipped with the engines and resources to reach the Earth so that 621 could bump off both 626 and Jumba while obtaining what the boss wanted.
They set to work. 621 accessed Jumba's order with Zhanthar's help, and he'd manipulated the chip purchased with a hidden, undetectable tracking device that would lead them straight to their location on the planet. Sending off the order, 621 thus had been able to track down Jumba and 626's exact location.
Once on Earth they'd learned they were now residing on a small island called 'Kauai' and living with another alien—a Plorginarian—as well as three other humans. The locals were unusual creatures and seemingly a very simplistic species. Before attacking, 621 had spent almost a week observing and studying the locals to get an idea of Earth itself, whereas he was only supposed to take a few days. He'd found himself more captivated by the planet than he'd anticipated.
And that was how he'd discovered about meditation. He'd witnessed a group of humans doing it one day near something called an 'Ali'i Trail'. During that week he'd been on the planet he'd found that he'd come to like it in general. It was much nicer than the planets in space. The air here felt fresh and relaxing and as a result 621 had become a little lax, purposefully delaying the attack.
621 had distanced himself a little from the others as well and they had noticed. They didn't like how much he'd been taking to the Earth and detested it, however 621 had ended up stealing Zhanthar's cloak and hiding himself with that when he ventured about the town against their demands as remaining invisible all of the time wore him out too much due to the damage from mutating himself. He was no longer as strong or energetic as he used to be.
He'd found the pipeline relatively easily and when he'd done so he'd slammed a hole into the top of it to make sure that oil was actually in there, not really thinking about how much damage it would overall cause the pipe itself until he saw it had began leaking into the ocean out at a distance he had no chance of getting to without drowning. He initially thought he was screwed, but then figured there would be a good chance this would lure 626 into the open with the water contaminated as it would create major commotion. But he knew he'd made a major mistake by not thinking and he shouldn't have done that in the first place.
It angered Zhanthar and Sahlek.
"Chops, remember we're doing this for YOUR sake," Zhanthar had growled at him that night. They had set up a campfire near the ocean and were trying to figure out how to divert the flow into the ship's storage unit. "While we want to get revenge on Jumba as much as you do, we cannot just be being forgetting about our own jobs either. Jumba and 626 are not as important as this. We had a deal, remember?"
"..."
"You and I both know that the boss isn't going to accept this!" He'd roared at the smaller alien. "You've just gone ahead and smashed pipe without first TELLING us so how are we going to get oil into ship if half of it ends up in the water?"
621 scowled. "Is it really all that bad if it lures him out?"
"May be doing so, but THIS takes priority! If we cannot get oil then is no telling how boss will punish us!"
They stood and watched as the ocean became darker.
"Well, I can't get it!" Chopsuey told them. "You wanna see what happens to me again when I go in there? I tried to before and nearly sank."
"I would 621, but cannot be swimming either and neither can she!" Sahlek was watching them, standing with her back to a nearby building. "We cannot go out there in daylight hours either with humans there. Boss needs that stuff, but now that you've got it going into the water, how are we supposed to get it?"
621 just sighed. "Pump it from the air or something! I don't know!"
"Is only choice we are having now isn't it?" Zhanthar snapped at him. 621 crossed his arms and looked away. "Risking being seen with ship because of your stupidity!"
621 growled. "How was I supposed to know that would happen?"
Zhanthar just sighed. "Anyway... boss is sending out a drone shortly so hopefully will help with locating 626 if lures him out. If we are not back within one more week, contracts will be terminated. Friend or not, I'm NOT losing my job because of you Chops. Get 626 then and MAKE sure you do," Zhanthar snapped at him, standing up and heading back to get the ship in the woodlands.
Sahlek shook her head and took a swing of a cigar. "He's right Chops. Yer stuffed up. Fer Rofplar's sake—yer don't want to get on the boss's bad side, trus' me. Hate Jumba myself o' course, but this is mostly for yer sake. Got over that kachoota years back honestly 'n yer jus' lucky the boss was willing to comply wit' you on dis in the firs' place considerin' the oil 'ere. Otherwise, we may not even be here righ' now. Ya gotta fix this up."
"..."
621 watched her as she walked away after Zhanthar.
Both of them were there for his sake. 621 knew that he'd screwed up. He hadn't meant to.
He understood the contract they both had with their boss was important to them, it was how they made a living. He was just ultimately tagging along. All this did was just remind him of how Jumba was to him, with his job being the main reason he was neglected for so long. He scowled angrily and clenched his fists, looking into the log fire before him.
He didn't know how to make things better right now. But he had to try something. So he jumped into the ocean to try and find where the oil was spilling from, but had no such luck and only ended up nearly drowning. Zhanthar spotted his distress from the ship and they pulled him up to safety.
"You IDIOT!" he hissed. "How about we fix WITHOUT you killing yourself in the process?"
621 stared. No thanks from them at all for trying to do something about it. Typical. He looked away.
It was along and tedious night, but they eventually managed to get the amount of required oil into the ship. Despite it had been in the water, they'd figured out a way to extract it as the oil floated on top. Zhanthar calmed down a little after that as he realised it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
A drone was sent down shortly after the oil spill. 621 recognised it immediately as being one of Jumba's robots, which Sahlek had informed him that the design had been stolen by the boss quite sometime ago. Using this to his advantage, 621 was able to modify it so that it located 626 and carried him out into the ocean. 621 nearly succeeded with his mission as 626 drowned. He quickly scampered off to find Jumba and execute him as well. But upon eye contact with his creator, Jumba locked up. He'd been monitoring 626 on an old B.U.G android that Chopsuey remembered from his lab. The initial shock had caused his heart to restrict and Jumba had suffered a mild heart attack at seeing his creation again.
621 had fled the scene, figuring that had worked out better than he'd anticipated. Only to learn a hours later that both were still alive and Zhanthar and Sahlek were furious with him for not ensuring the mission was complete. They'd been about to leave the Earth.
"So ya gonna try again, or jus' sit there twiddlin yer claws?" Sahlek muttered at him as they'd camped in the woodlands just outside where 626 and Jumba were living after a day or so had passed. Chopsuey snarled at them, grabbing a dart gun. He plunged a syringe into his back-spines, filling it with his venom before loading the gun with it and storming off.
"..."
He located 626 fairly easily, through a window at the back of the dwelling. He was a sitting duck. Some human woman was with him, but Chopsuey didn't care about her. He fired, but missed when Zhanthar distracted him, however they didn't have time to think as 626 came forth screaming at them to 'bring it on'. Chopsuey turned invisible as Zhanthar leapt out of view. 621 tried again a little later on, this time actually engaging in a fight with 626 after managing to get inside the residence quietly with a grappling hook. However, unsuccessful again, he'd smashed out of the window and fled but 626 had taken Zhanthar's cloak this time.
After that they'd taken more drastic measures, implanting explosives when protective security had been issued for the family, who'd also kept them from getting too close. They'd been planted as diversions, but Chopsuey had been too busy arguing with the Kweltikwanian's so their chance to actually use it to their advantage was missed, and of course on behalf of 626 that plan failed too since they'd located the explosives beforehand.
621 was getting to wits end and Zhanthar and Sahlek were about to abandon him. Their friendship had started to deteriorate because of this trip as limits were being tested. Before the incident at the beach, they'd fallen out completely and Zhanthar and Sahlek had only complied at that time because they'd had to. But then that was the end of their time together, as 621 had been defeated by 626 and forcefully dehydrated by Jumba after blacking out. Zhanthar and Sahlek had been arrested by the United Galactic Federation Military and their past had finally caught up with them. Since Jumba was already banished and exiled to Earth nothing had happened to him.
621 found himself back under Jumba's restraints shortly after, and due to that had avoided jail. He didn't think he was coming back from that stasis. He thrashed and thrashed against the holding container that Jumba had put him in and his creator stared at him.
"You attack innocent little girl. You try to kill off 626. What possible reason do you have that I should allow you to continue to live, 621?"
621 went quiet at that. "You nev—"
Jumba cut him off. "NONE. YOU HAVE NONE!" he roared. "AND BECAUSE OF YOU I ALMOST LOST 626, YOU BLASTED ABMINATION! I REGRET EVER CREATING YOU!"
"..."
Jumba put his hand to his head. "Aye... had hoped was seeing last of you back when apprehended. When you ruined yourself with disgusting alternate mutation. What the hell were you thinking? I never programmed you to do such thing!"
"You MADE me do it," 621 spat at him. "YOUR fault."
"How is being my fault?!"
621 just gave him a deathly looking stare. "You're never going to do it, are you."
"Do what?"
"THANK ME."
"Thank you for what, 621? Almost tearing apart my family?"
621 just turned away and sneered. "You just don't get it do you."
"I struggled for years to 'get' you 621. But all I got from you was ignorance, rebuttal and backtalk. The way you talked about Gamada... of course I was angry, I loved her! But then you barely did thing to help Jumba when I learned the real reason they employed me!"
621 snarled. He lunged at Jumba and thrashed his paws against the glass. It began to crack.
"YOU ABSOLUTELY DID NOT DESERVE MY HELP YOU FAT SACK OF S—" 621 had roared but was cut off when a gas had suddenly started filtering into the container. He backed into the furthest corner away from it. "...!"
Jumba held up a device with a button on it.
"Gas reaches you 621, you will be incapacitated, both mentally and physically. Permanently."
621 had nothing left to say. He stared at the gas as it crept closer to him and hugged his legs to his chest. "...I don't want to die."
Jumba paused at that. Just before the gas hit him, he stopped it and it evaporated.
"I will not deal with your threats, 621. You lay a finger on me I will not hesitate to kill you. I created you, so I can also decide if you should survive or not."
"Did you ever truly care about me?" 621 asked bluntly.
Jumba stared at him. "..."
With no answer, 621 just looked away. He scoffed. "Never could figure out why you hated me so much. The feeling's mutual now. And that will never change."
Jumba was quiet. He just looked in at him with no expression on his face. "Are we ever going to settle this feud, 621?"
His creation just stared at him. "..."
"I cannot have you acting out around family as you have been doing."
"Family?" 621 sneered. "How can they even tolerate you...?"
"Because they know me better than you, apparently."
621 just shook his head. "You mistreated me. You hurt me and pushed me away. I had to find my own food because you were too busy to care about me and obsessing over your stupid position and 'wife'. You had all the riches in the world yet you couldn't keep any food for me in the house. And you wonder why I stole things from you? But no... it was all a joke to you. When you called me Chopsuey. And then when 626 came along, that was basically the nail in the coffin for me, wasn't it, Jumbo? You never even noticed that I left."
Jumba swallowed slightly.
"And as for if we will ever settle this feud?" 621 stood up again and faced him from behind the glass. "I'd rather watch you rot in hell, Jookiba."
Jumba was stoic, but 621 saw a tiny falter. He said nothing as he pressed another button and the container's glass was replaced with another panel and 621 flinched back.
"Is soundproof now, so I cannot hear you," Jumba told him. "I haven't been best towards you, I can acknowledge that. To me... there was something about you that was never complete. Was way I envisioned you and when that did not turn out how I expected, I was angry. When you were created, first thing you did was lunge at me to attack me when I opened up fusion reactor to let you out. As result I was knocked down and fell backwards onto shelf. Vial with substance that had taken me over ten years to perfect was gone in an instant. Was substance I was researching to mend heart condition and it would have been cure not just for me, but majority of races of universe including humans. And that's not all. Two more things you destroyed of Jumba's that also took long time for me to create. Half my life's work wasted, because you couldn't keep still. Always wanting to prove yourself to me, yet ruining everything else for me at same time. Very important things to me. Not just little mishaps Jumba could pass off."
621 had gone still.
"You were imperfect. And as result I felt like utter failure, creating something only designed hurt others. Is why I couldn't give or devote myself to you... because I was too scared of losing more of my years. I sent you away to get DNA for me because that was all you were good for in end, 621. When I figured out you were sneaking about, I was afraid you'd get me arrested and then everything would be taken from me and my life's work would have been for nothing. Felt like... creating you I was only doomed to fail. Like... you were bad luck. Manifestation of years of Jumba's shortcomings and failures thrown back at me. You only reminded me of bad times in life."
621 closed his eyes. He went to speak but remembered the glass was soundproof.
"I couldn't handle it. And now when I see you and how you turned out, I know I'm to blame. Is most horrible thing I've ever admitted, basically calling you mistake and I feel awful for it 621, I truly do... but at same time, you took so much from me too. I've struggled to accept you, 621. I always have. You were just... that one experiment that I couldn't find myself warming to. I'm sorry."
621's ears went down. Jumba had left him in the dark after that. And now as he navigated through 626's internal pathways, these events played over in his mind.
He knew he screwed up a lot of the time. And he'd always felt there was something underlying to his creator that had made him act so cold towards him. He'd eventually learned that the hatchling had lost her fish because of him smashing the pipe and that had hurt him when he'd realised the impact it had had on her, considering she'd already lost two parents. But the biggest screw up of all he knew of was why he was currently inside of 626—he'd had no idea that his tampering of the chip would cause 626's Metamorphosis System to reactivate. Nor did he have any idea that his manipulation would cause 626's back-up to activate as well.
That it was his fault that 626 was going to do to the Earth what he'd done to Turo. He swallowed bile in his throat. As he walked, he realised that Jumba had been correct. He was created to hurt others. But 621 also knew that what Jumba had said was just flat out unacceptable. It was untrue. 621 wasn't perfect and he could accept that.
But he wasn't a mistake.
It had taken him a long time to accept that his creator hated him because he was imperfect. He didn't ever want to. His persistence in trying to prove himself to him had only furthered his resentment, however 621 had been entirely unaware that he'd ruined a lot of Jumba's important projects. He could take responsibility for it, but it wasn't ever intentional. He'd leaped out of the fusion reactor at Jumba because his size had intimidated him. He'd thought Jumba was going to hurt him.
621 was deeply saddened and heartbroken after learning the truth from his creator. It just furthered to him why Jumba was an abusive creator. He hadn't broken out of the container after that despite knowing how to because he'd hoped he'd just be dehydrated after that. There was no point in going on and he knew it.
That was until the hatching had spoken to him, that was.
And for the first time, 621 had felt as though his existence was important to somebody. That he wasn't a mistake. He'd hated her at first because to him she was nothing but a weak, foolish offspring of a lower life form. But she'd pushed and fought to make him realise that his worth meant something to her.
Even if she was just a hatchling.
It had taken him a while to accept it, but Lilo had grown on him. With a few simple words and caring notions, she'd made up for the years worth of abuse, neglect and trauma his own creator had bestowed upon him. And while now he didn't care so much about Jumba anymore, he found he had a reason to go on living on Earth as long as Lilo was there. Going back to space meant jail and he'd figured they wouldn't waste the time imprisoning him again when they could banish him to Earth instead.
Lilo made him happy. Something he'd never been before. And he liked feeling happy. That was why he asked her so many questions and took an interest in learning about her family. Seeing their struggles made him realise that it wasn't just HIM that wasn't perfect—the humans weren't also. Seeing that older woman's struggle had made him realise how hard things were for others too.
And so, he'd concluded that he didn't need Jumba. He didn't have to sit there that day and take what Jumba had said to him about being a mistake. Because now he knew he wasn't.
He was 621 and he was alive. Just like 626 was. So what if he wasn't as great as the other? And now after what Jumba had put him through? He'd also had a wake up call. He'd realised that he didn't WANT to be Jumba's son. Because being biologically related to that alien meant sharing his traits. And he had terrible ones.
It had surprised him that 626 had turned out so differently to him. But that was because 626 had been spared that—a human soul finding it's way into him. If anything 621 was just glad neither of them had turned out like Jumba. He still hated 626, but was willing to tolerate him now much better than he used to. He was beginning to understand that it wasn't 626's fault that Jumba had prioritised him for being his son. 626 had no say in how he was created, as did he.
And as for Jumba, he had demonstrated to 621 recently that he was willing to try and make things right at least. He was well aware that 621 was the reason why the Metamorphosis was happening with his tampering. But 621 was glad that he blamed himself too for using a black-market strategy to source the chip, so it wasn't entirely all of fault at all. Jumba had already made it clear to him that he was a mistake, so this on top of it wouldn't make very much of a difference.
He just hated that he'd taken something that Lilo had cared about away from her. A little living creature called a 'fish'.
But, Lilo had forgiven him. Sitting down with him when he'd started staying at the home with them and telling him that she was willing to listen to him. She was very upset about everything, especially about him being the reason 626 was turning into a monster. And he hated seeing her sad because of him.
But again... she'd forgiven him. Just as 626 had forgiven Jumba. He'd also experienced abuse under the hands of Jumba and he'd made him pay for it by slashing him across the face. It gave 621 a sense of epiphany seeing those scars. Maybe after all this was over, he'd do the same thing to the other side of his face. He thought long and hard about that... but then decided against it because if he did that, he'd be no better than Jumba had been.
As he trekked, he focused on one thing. And that was Lilo's forgiveness.
Because that ultimately was the reason why 621 was where he was now, trying to save 626's life.
Chopsuey had no idea what he was doing. For the most part, he was just winging it on this voyage. This whole situation he was going in for pretty much blind.
He couldn't recognise where he was within 626's body without Jumba's guidance, and the other alien was talking non-stop into his ear much to his irritation. It was making him lose focus.
"No... head BACK! You are heading in wrong direction! No access point there just cavity!"
"Well, it's not like I can exactly SEE what's ahead of me now can I?"
Chopsuey sneered at him. Jumba just rolled his eyes from the other end.
"621, 626's LIFE depends on your actions right now. You are to be putting WHATEVER you think of me aside for the time being and focusing on your goal. Got it?"
Chopsuey shook his head. That all too familiar authoritative tone from his creator had always grinded his nerves.
Jumba had gone quiet for a bit as a long stretch had been ahead of the experiment, so he'd just kept walking up the pathway. Being inside of his 'cousin's' body was like being locked inside of a large echo-chamber. He could hear what was going on out there, and how 626 was dealing with telling those other humans about his true identity. It still really weirded him out. How the hell had some random child's soul ended up in 626 of all creatures?
Chopsuey had always figured there was more to life than what they knew of, but life after death was also a foreign concept to him. He'd figured any type of father than Jumba would have been better and was a little envious of 626 for that aspect. If he had the option of picking somebody like Mr Kuakini over Jumba, he'd take it, even if that meant the father was a different species to him. Jumba had never been a father to him so even a stranger was bound to do a better job.
It had been five hours now since Chopsuey had entered 626. He sat down for a little bit for rest. He had no idea if he was even anywhere near the back-up, let alone what he was supposed to be looking for. If it was 'data' how was he supposed to recognise it? He could hear mild blips and beeps from 626's surrounding circuitry. If the data was one of those sounds he had no chance of figuring which one it was. It was a little creepy for 621 in there as well—unlike 626 he wasn't half-computer so seeing the blend of mechanical and organic components merged together made him quite uncomfortable. Various muscle structures surrounded the pathways and branches of veins would throb in time with 626's heartbeat. If Jumba could create something like this then 621 wondered what else he was truly capable of. He'd confirmed that 626 wasn't a type of 'cyborg'. But if he wasn't that, then what would this be described as? A monster?
He already WAS that. The most powerful in the galaxy.
Whatever it was, it was disturbing—and right now Chopsuey just wanted to find that blasted demon and kill it so he could get out of there.
Chopsuey was walking along a narrower pathway when he thought he heard something behind him. Pausing, his ears perked up high.
"What is it 621?" came Jumba's voice.
"SHH!"
The experiment looked around, but there was nothing behind him that he could see. Slowly, he turned back and continued.
It was silent for the most part. He listened to what 626 and the hatchling were doing in the meantime, as it was hard to block them out. Lilo's voice seemed a little airy at that point and she was talking about looking around a room.
Chopsuey wished they'd shut up for a moment. It was making it hard for him to pinpoint that noise he'd heard. He felt something. Something stirred the air beside him and and locked up. The strange blips and beeps of 626's circuitry seemed to go quieter. But Chopsuey was wondering about something else. Something seemed off.
How could there be air in here?
As he pondered on that, he was knocked off his feet swiftly and fell back against the side of the pathway he was on. He quickly rolled to the side to prevent his back crushing the container of nanites against the ground and crouched low on his feet, looking around.
There was nothing. And then 621 heard a slight echo. It got progressively louder and louder, and suddenly the bright blue glow of the pathways before him turned red, which spread all around him until the area he was standing in was bathed in red light. Chopsuey backed into the muscular wall beside him, just barely avoiding leaning on a vein.
Something was manifesting. He couldn't see it but he could feel it.
He swore underneath his breath.
"USE GOGGLES!' Jumba yelled into his ear through the intercom. "IS WHAT I GAVE YOU THEM FOR! THEY CAN SEE DATA FREQUENCIES NOT VISIBLE TO NAKED EYE!"
Chopsuey scrambled for them, pulling them down over his eyes. Jumba was correct—they allowed him to see what was actually taking place in front of him. Rows of binary code were swirling about before him, manifesting into a shape. Gradually he realised what he was he was looking at and his eyes widened.
"626! I FINALLY LOCATED THE BASTARD!" he roared out to his cousin.
626 sounded shaky with his response. The hatchling had gone quiet. Whatever was before him was slowly unveiling itself and he could hear it now. It taunted him.
It's voice was sinister, but there was what sounded like an overlay to it. 621 could hear two tones speaking at once, one deep, distorted and evil sounding while the other was much lighter and gravelly sounding, very much like...
Chopsuey's eyes widened at that.
He had to keep focus on the thing in front of him. It had glowing green eyes. 626 distracted him again, begging him to kill this demonic entity and he could hear the desperation in his tone—he sounded utterly tired and defeated and for a moment or so, 621 actually felt bad for him. Chopsuey growled at him, telling him not to distract him and the demon taunted him again by calling him a 'buttwipe'. THAT pissed him off.
"Rizlenk my KACHOOTA."
Another laugh. The form before him fully manifested, and Chopsuey found himself staring straight into the eyes of 626. But it wasn't him.
This version of 626 was sinister looking. He had spiky fur and much longer and sharper claws. But the most notable thing was that he also had two thick horns growing out of his head. A long devil tail trailed behind him. Chopsuey was shocked for a moment or so seeing how evil 626 looked in such a state.
Now the whole 'Demon 626' thing made sense to him.
Even when 621 had seen 626 with those features before, he didn't look anywhere near as evil or horrible as this thing did.
"No no, not me! YOU'LL be the one kissing ass here today," Demon 626 spoke, grinning at him to expose razor sharp teeth as he eyed Chopsuey up and down. "So not even a hello from you? Tsk tsk. 626 was rude, but YOU—I think you need a lesson in etiquette twig-boy!"
Chopsuey just growled at the demon. He circled around him with his arms behind his back, seemingly inspecting him.
"I must say though... coming in here to face me without a gun? You are brave. Do you have a death wish?"
621's eyes narrowed. The only reason he hadn't brought a gun was because it would damage 626. There was no way he was going to risk shooting this thing in here, especially if he was just data. The bullets would just go straight through him, like a ghost.
621 had a few other tactics up his sleeve. But for now, he kept up his guard, waiting to see what the demon would do. He just circled him.
Demon 626 peered over his shoulder. "Those are the nanites, I presume?"
"Yeah..." 621 sneered. "I don't have a death wish, but YOU have a deathbed."
The demon laughed. "626 died and still wasn't able to defeat me. What makes you so sure you can?"
"That's the thing... I don't know if I can," Chopsuey told him. "But I'll sure as hell give it my best shot."
"I like the attitude!" Demon 626 looked impressed. "You're not a pushover like 626 is," he tapped a claw to his chin. "In fact, since you've impressed me so much, I'll make you a deal. If you join me, I'll let 626 live. I won't activate that cell and turn him into a monster."
Chopsuey scowled at him. "What do you mean? Why should I join you?"
Demon 626 smirked at him. He sat down cross-legged in front of him.
"Well, you hate Jumba correct? He neglected you and told you that you were a mistake... isn't that right, Chopsooky?"
621 was shocked to hear that. He ignored the insult. "How... how do you know that?"
Demon 626 tapped at his head. "Since I'm almost at full power now, I could hear your thoughts on your little trip to me. You played out your entire past to me, just like a book to read. You're feeling tired now, correct? Well... let's just say I leeched power from you. Since I'm in these circuits and you were stepping on them as you walked, you were essentially feeding me energy."
621 felt his stomach drop.
"It's a shame. You had so much potential 621 and Jumba just refused time and time again to see that. Ignoring you... hell, even starving you. He didn't care if you got a meal or not, did he? How did that make you feel, 621?"
Chopsuey went quiet. He sat down on the ground as well, curling his knees close.
"Oh and let's not forget about Gamada either. Those times you tried to warn him... but it was same old time and time again! He made you cry! What kind of creator treats their own creation like that?"
"..."
"Did he ever ask how you felt, 621?"
"No." Chopsuey muttered. "He didn't."
"Nah... of course he didn't. He made you for the sake of it, right? And I can relate to that. When I had no more use for him he tried to destroy me! I mean LOOK at me... I have plenty of uses too! And I had potential, just like you. 626 took all that away from me and that fat kachoota went soft!"
Chopsuey stared at the demon at that. He did have a point.
"But those other two... Zhanthar and Sahlek! Look how they treated you as well! Hiding who they were working for from you for all those years... and not just that, you tried your best for them! And how were you repaid? By being called an idiot for nearly drowning! It wasn't YOUR fault that mission went wrong! Right? How could you have possibly known that little hit would make that happen and kill that fish?"
"..."
"Your whole life has been nothing but others putting you down for your mistakes. Seeing you as a flawed product of a deranged mind. I cannot IMAGINE how you must've felt being told to your face that you were a mistake. That you were created to only ever hurt others and cause pain to them and that your OWN creator regretted making you just because you were imperfect and not what he anticipated. I really felt for you there, 621!"
Chopsuey swallowed at that, his eyes still narrowed. "..."
The demon went quiet, sitting with his chin to his paws, watching the other interestedly as he thought this over.
"So... what do you say?" he spoke up again shortly after, prompting 621 to look at him again.
Chopsuey went to respond, but heard something else at that and sat up slightly. Demon 626 heard it as well and his ears perked up. A huge grin crossed his face. Eventually Chopsuey realised what it was.
626 was wailing to him. He'd never heard him cry with such sad intensity behind it before.
"Please... please don't join him!" 626 was crying to him in Tantalog. "I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I didn't know Jumba did all that to you! He hurt me too!"
Chopsuey flinched at hearing that. He'd almost forgotten that 626 could hear the demon too.
"If you join him, we all die! Lilo dies! Jumba dies 'n YOU die! No more Earth!"
Demon 626 tapped his foot at that, looking bored. He stood up swiftly and clicked his fingers and Chopsuey flinched back as a strange looking chair suddenly appeared beside them, tarnished and covered with what appeared to be old blood stains. He could see restraints on it.
"...?"
"Let me show you something neat, Chopsooky," he said before calling out loudly. "Yo 626! Remember this?"
Chopsuey heard his cousin give a torturous scream. Before he could even blink, the demon clicked again and suddenly 626 himself appeared in that chair, slammed into it as restraints secured tightly around his body and neck.
621 backed up a little, startled by this. 626 was crying.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" he wailed. "NO PLEASE!"
Demon 626 put his hands behind his back, walking over and putting his paw on 621's shoulder and he flinched, looking down at it for a moment. It was freezing cold.
"Confused, yes? Well you see, this right here is what I like to call 'Puppet 626'. When I have him in my grasp like this, I control the shots. 626 does whatever I make him do and say."
Stitch had gone quiet, staring at them both with wide eyes. Chopsuey could see him quivering. And then he remembered. That time 626 hadn't been himself... this was what had happened. And now he was getting the full perspective of it. He watched as the demon spoke something to Lilo, and he could hear 626 repeating it word for word to her outside of his body.
"Don't worry Lilo, I think I'll be okay!" he was saying to her in Tantalog, except looking across Chopsuey could see his cousin's mouth sealed shut and he was frozen stiff in paralysis. "I know Chopsuey is going to make the right choice and find a new path forward for ALL of us! Everything will be good again!"
Demon 626 was talking for him. Everytime he tried to resist, the restraints cut into him deeper. The one around his neck was making him gradually choke.
Lilo seemed to relax by his words, not knowing what was really happening inside. That his words were fake. And as Chopsuey watched this in real time he stared deep into 626's eyes. Something felt vaguely familiar about his gaze, and then it clicked.
He was seeing himself—almost as though he was looking into a mirror. The same broken and confused experiment that had suffered since his creation, and it was looking right back at him.
He knew there and then... at that exact moment... that 626 had given up entirely. He was ready to accept this was what was left for him now and just wanted it over and done with entirely. Chopsuey had felt like giving up himself numerous times but seeing 626's tortured expression broke down any last feelings of resentment he had for his superior cousin.
He gazed towards him quietly. "..."
And then he heard Jumba's voice, speaking to him quietly through the intercom.
"621... I know you've located back-up. Right now, choice entirely depends on you. I do not not know what back-up is doing to 626 right now as I am not there, however if is bribing you... I beg of you to make what you think is right choice. I know that you want me dead for what I am being doing to you since your creation. I know that right now, table is in your court and you could do something that makes both 626 and I pay dearly. And I will not deny that I am deserving of it, because I am. All of this is my fault and I've paid for this every single day of my life... but even if you want to destroy me for being worst and most abusive creator to you in world... please... please... think of little girl too. Because she has been dragged into this, as has family. And they have done NOTHING to deserve this..."
Jumba was crying brokenly over the intercom. Chopsuey went blank at hearing it.
"I am sorry 621. I truly am. For saying what I did and feeling way I did about you. But all I want is for nothing more than to set things right. Whether I pay price in some other way... but please, please do not let it be this. Where everything is lost forever..."
Chopsuey swallowed. Jumba went quiet after that.
Stitch was staring at him. He could see something else as well behind his eyes, looking back at him. The kid...
The demon stared as well, crossing his arms and smirking. "So what will it be?" he asked. "Will you join me, and together we can reign supreme and prove ourselves to our full potential? Or will you be the good guy and force me to activate the cell?"
He walked over to him slowly, peering up into the taller experiments face.
"I will keep my word and not turn 626 into a monster if you join me. It's as simple as that. You can keep your precious Earth and all of it's simple-minded inhabitants... otherwise, I will destroy EVERYTHING you've ever come to know and love. That little brat, that fat tub of lard Jookiba... and your biggest pet peeve of all..."—Demon 626 walked over and pinned his claw to the top of 626's head—"THIS little shit that made your life miserable since the moment he was born... because he's Jumba's SON and your SUCCESSOR."
Chopsuey closed his eyes. "..."
"You had your chance to kill him and that failed! But now I'm giving it to you again Chops! You can destroy them BOTH in the way they destroyed you and ALL you have to do is join me! What do you say?"
621 gave a deep sigh. He opened his eyes again and his fists clenched, eyes narrowed as he gave 626 a death stare.
His successor was breaking before him and Chopsuey could see his will to live slowly leaving his body. He thought about the pain and torment he'd suffered on account of Jumba and Stitch, and his claws unsheathed as he snarled and lunged forward.
Chopsuey had made his decision.