Bonnie
I rewatched the show because of the live action remake lol So many cute experiments 😍While the wikia says she's 149, her capsule in the show is 349 so 🤫
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Bonnie
I rewatched the show because of the live action remake lol So many cute experiments 😍While the wikia says she's 149, her capsule in the show is 349 so 🤫
Working on illustration, animation and character design
Alpha and Omega Ch 10 [Lilo & Stitch fanfiction]
Last, but not least, I submitted a chapter for 'Alpha and Omega', a tale focused on the adventures of Experiment 419 in Galactic Defence Agencies, back when Jumba was still making experiments.
Chapter 10: The Cafeteria
FanFiction.Net
Preview:
A purple experiment was at the end. I was bored, and the line was taking too long to continue, so I did the only thing I could think of.
“Hi there. I’m new.”
The experiment looked over their shoulder. It was the purple experiment they’d met before, and that had attempted to assault 119 in the announcers’ box.
“Oh, you. Yeah, I know. I saw you with Captain Annoying and I hadn’t seen ya around before, so I figured that.”
“Captain Annoying?” I asked inquisitively. I didn’t remember anyone by that name…
“Twinkletoes over there,” the experiment replied, pointing to 302, who was apparently in the middle of an argument with 142.
I giggled. “Twinkletoes?”
She shrugged. “Eh, it’s what I call him. But you have to admit, he can be annoying.”
“Yeah, sometimes.” The last time they’d met the experiment, he had been rather rude.
The experiment smiled. “Hey, chu alright. The name’s 349.”
She held out her paw.
“419,” I replied, taking it.
“So ya must be a feq- er, a rather unique individual, then.”
She had caught herself, but I recognised what she was about to say. It was that word again, and this time it was clear – it had something to do with my number.
I decided to leave it. It wasn’t worth upsetting her with accusations.