CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

FINAL WORDS

Charlie looked around the beach, to see if anyone was there. Nobody was in sight.

He smiled broadly and walked out to the front of the beach, looking up at the sky.

"Uh, do I start now?"

YES.

"Hello everyone! I'm Charlie! You've seen me before, right? Well, I've been given the task of handling the final words of the author before the story ends for real! Okay, let's see, what did he want me to say?"

Charlie pulls out some rumpled papers from his pocket and blinks. "Oh yeah! Here they are." He clears his throat, then speaks, quoting from the notes.

"Well, my second story has ended. I'm very, very proud of the work I've done. I hope you've all enjoyed reading it. If there's something in my fanfic you liked or something you want to criticize, feel free to say so in your review or to e-mail me. In any case, I'm both sad and glad that this story is done, because I've put a lot…and I MEAN that…into it. But you might ask, why bother writing if not too many people read it? I'll tell you…it's a lot of fun. And the people that DO read my work, and even better, those that read AND review, really make my day. So I write for those reasons. And I'm pretty friggin proud of what I've done. Not bad for a kid who has absolutely NO rights whatsoever in owning the series of "Lilo and Stitch", huh? Raise the roof, ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh! Okaaaay, Nick goes on like this for quite a while, so enough of this back-patting. Moving along! I'm gonna talk about some of the characters that I've developed in the story."

Charlie kept reading. "Lilo starts out simply as a damsel in distress, but she's the type of girl who we quickly see can hold her own if given the right tools. And she's so good at being kind and making bad people good that it's amazing. She's a real paragon of kindness. Stitch originally dislikes Nick, but soon grows to really care about him, and he and Angel finally kissing is a nice little scene. The same goes for Nick and Lilo. As for Jumba and Pleakley, I wanted to stress how when you live with people for a long time, you're bound to get on each other's nerves once and a while. The two know how to push one another's buttons, but do actually care about each other. And I know what people are gonna be asking me…"

Charlie took a deep breath, then continued. "Why make Pleakley bisexual? Well, I thought about it, thought pretty well. Sure it was tempting to make Pleakley gay, but he seems far more effeminate than really "flaming". And besides, making him bisexual opened up doors, not just for the story but for Pleakley. So he's not just metrosexual, he's bisexual. And that's not such a bad thing, is it? I know some people might be asking about something else…the experiments I put into my fanfic. Most of the experiments featured and described in this fanfic are based off of the official renditions and the renditions of the experiments found on the sites that are present in my profiles. But a few aren't, like Sneak, Jesstifier, Trickster, Squawk, Precious, Experiments 421 and 561. I thought up what they looked like myself. If you want to any of the experiments in a fanfic, go ahead and be my guest. But if the ones you wanna use are 421 and 561, I just want you to ask permission, that's all. And I know someone's gonna ask: why make Leroy 628? Simple: 628 is just thrown into an episode and then forgotten. So why waste a perfectly good experiment? Plus, by using 628 and not using a newly-made experiment that technically has no number, Jumba could make changes that would hopefully improve it and in doing so would provide an interesting way to defeat the experiment should it go rouge. In short, it made for a good plot twist or two, and I liked the idea."

Charlie sighed. "Woo! This is a lot!"

KEEP READING!

"I will! "Anyway, as for the "Light" and "Dark" energy thing, that's gonna be a recurring theme in my future novels. "Why?" you ask? I'll tell you…you see in a lot of works of fiction the use of two opposing sources of great power, one that's associated with good and one with evil. But I wasn't just hopping on any bandwagon. I wanted to look at Light and Dark energy as something scientific that can be analyzed to some degree, but remains mysterious, hard to understand, impossible to completely "get". And as for where they come from, I'm going to leave you in the dark…for now. But there's a small clue as to where it comes from in the fanfic. If you look close, you can find it. Now for 421 and 561's rivalry. 421, Heartwing, cares about protecting sources of good, and in the beginning was willing to do whatever it took to destroy sources of dark. But when Nick changes Heartwing's mind, he changes his attitude, and from then on is always reluctant and hesitant in unleashing his wild side, only doing so in rare occasions."

Charlie continued. "As for 561, he also doesn't like unleashing his wild side, but simply because it wastes his energy. At first, he's a cold-hearted prig who merely likes doing evil simply because it's his purpose. A cop out, no doubt, since he has free will, but he honestly believes that he had too much evil in him to do good. But that changes after Lilo gets raped, and after Nick tells him what he did in the end. It makes him decide to change his life, to see how the other side lives, and interestingly enough, he now becomes interested in reading comics about vigilantes and dark-themed superheroes. Hoo boy. Look out, Hawaii! And now…"

Charlie brushed his hair back. "Some people probably want to ask about Rupert and Jacques. Jacques, in the end, did love his brother, and Rupert really loved Jacques, no matter what nasty stuff his brother did. I thought it would not only be a sort of fitting way to explain how a person could act so evil, and it seemed…well, FAIR to Hamsterviel in doing what I did. Rupert is Hamsterviel's real name, in case you were wondering. I always thought that he got too much of a raw deal in the Lilo and Stitch stories I read, always being portrayed as a hateful cruel, megalomaniacal madman or a sick, twisted little rat who likes pulling people's strings. Or he was a mix of both OR got killed off too quickly to develop any real character. SHEESH! I wanted to portray him, 561, 621, 625, 627 and Gantu as sort of sad characters that are actually redeemable and whom the audience could relate to in some way. Even 627. I feel his pain, man, as Dude would say. By the way, Dude was greatly inspired by Chong from the Cheech and Chong films (and from That 70's show) and Dougie was almost directly taken from a feature film. Guess which one?"

I know what you're all asking. "Why let 627 be good?" I saw a picture of him on the deviant art site, of him crying, happy…a picture of him being on the side of good. I thought about this. What if he WAS good, deep down? Yeah…that would be really nice, that would really fit! But why would he be good, that was the question. For fun? No, not like that. Had to be something slightly ironic. He's a dumb brutish bully in the beginning who's portrayed as thinking of anyone who's not him as being inferior on the spot, even his allies. However, he thinks of his allies as less inferior than others, and he's always submitting to whims and pleasures of life like…well, going to a concert! Granted he stole the tickets, but he brought his "friends" along. It was just before that chapter that I realized how he could be good…he could want companionship. That would redeem him. In the end, he would care more about his friendship with 621 than with being evil, and I felt that giving him Multiple Personality Disorder would be an interesting twist and an explanation for his crazy behavior. Plus that way he'd get a cool name like "Legion". Heck, 628's the only one who's a real bad guy, and in the end, at least he reluctantly agrees to be in the photo at the end and he can't resist joining in on the singing."

Charlie sighed and looked up at the sky. "Boy, this sure is a lot! Do I have to read any more?"

YES. THERE'S ABOUT HALF LEFT.

"Okay, okay." Charlie went back to reading. "Now for the whole story about this story. I've actually been working on this story for more than a year. That's right, a YEAR. You see, I had already made this story and had reached the end of it, and had it all saved on a Sandisk memory stick, a "flash drive" for those who don't know the nickname. But then I did something stupid. Before I could upload it to my computer at home, the whole finished products, which were saved on my memory stick in different big parts, I lost it. How? I left it in the computer at school. And nobody returned it. I kissed it goodbye. All that work…all gone. So much time and effort spent…all wasted…NOT! Isaac Newton was working on some groundbreaking work when his dog knocked over a candle and years of work went up in smoke. He didn't kill the dog, didn't curse God and die…he rewrote it! With that story in my mind, I set out to rewrite it. It's not the same work as the first story, but I think it's quite a bit better and more satisfying AND I got father. But to tell the truth, even this work you're seeing now was delayed because I had to rewrite certain parts of it. Why?"

Charlie chuckled. He couldn't believe the next part. "I got a new memory stick, right? And I saved my story on the memory stick. I divided my story up into big parts, then into smaller, easier to upload pieces. And because I didn't save all of them onto a computer, and left them on my memory stick, I had to rewrite work several times because I bought two memory sticks and lost them in the same way as the first one, and I lost the last two at the same-exact-computer in my school! How embarrassingly stupid is that? Really "Dee-dee-dee"! But I didn't let it bring me down, no fracking way! I worked hard to make up for lost time and the end result is what you see, what you're reading now. What a long, hard journey it's been. But I've done it. And I hope you've enjoyed reading my story."

Charlie let out a sigh of relief. Only a little bit left. "So I want to thank all of you who have responded to my story, who have read my story, who have supported my writing. I thank you. I thank you very much. I want to dedicate this fanfiction work to Chris Sanders, who created "Lilo and Stitch", to Jess Winfield who made the Series, to the people at Disney, and to Charlie, the Charlie I based the story's Charlie on. Yes, he's a real kid. In fact, before I even met him I had an idea in my head what he'd be like. Blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang. And lo and behold, I meet him a few years after I think him up, while I'm working at a summer program in Massachusetts! Amazing how life is, huh? I think it was meant to happen, that it was God's way of telling me to write about him. And I did. This is for you, Charlie."

Charlie smiled. "Oh, and he says that "And this story's also dedicated to other people who have been a big help to me, like Watson Sword, Great Red Dragon, Xoverguy, knightcommander, Magus523, Mystic Gohan, Dragonborn, kinger810 and other such great writers. Thank you for your words and your inspiration. Mahalo plenty. And so…"

Charlie grinned broadly and began to sing. "Untillll we meeeet agaaaaiin!"

And with that, Charlie walked off, continuing to sing as he skipped towards town.

THE END.