Syx rolled his eyes, “Lord Scott is an idiot and the world would be better if he took a nose dive off a cliff,” there were times he wished his morals were more loose or that Wayne wouldn’t hate him forever for breaking the family truce. Frowning he tipped his head as he looked over his counterpart, “So what’s your deal anyway? She was Megamind and so is this other you confused me with, but not you? I’m going to guess you vary more then myself and the others.”
“Lord Scott is a fucking asshole and the only good to come out of this is that Megamind and his clone did donuts on his lawn,” Harrison replied with a chuckle at the mental image of Lord Scott shouting ‘hey you kids get off my lawn’.
“Some of us got into the game and some of us did not,” Harrison elaborates. “The differences are more of temperament, personality, and childhood experiences than biology. For example, you and my Megamind became villains, and so was Girly for a while. She switched sides and went hero. So did another blue man, Six. Now Six is different because he has psychic powers that the rest of us don’t possess, but we all seem to have some kind of sensitivity to others emotions which is enhanced by proximity, intimacy, and touch. Like when I touched your shoulder just now.”
“There are several of us who are neither heroes or villains though. Myself, I’m a business man and so is Sheldon Scott – you can guess who adopted him when he landed. Makk is a personal trainer, Jack is a painter, and Rex is a private eye. And that doesn’t count the hybrids, children, and other partial blues you might see walking down the street.” Harrison paused for a moment so the other man could take that all in.
Dropping his head into his hands he rubbed his forehead, “Complicated,” it was going to be a headache and a half to relearn the power balance in the city and worse with so many hipper intelligent blue people in the game and city to contend with. He was about to say more the Minion pulled through the holographic wall into their current lair.
“I’ll just go put on some tea then, Sir? And how about you… uh… Harrison Sir?” Minion struggles with how to deal with this new dilemma in his life, “And cookies. They should be fully cooled now.”
Syx slipped out of the car and nodded to Minion as his fish fusses about with playing host. Brain Bots milled around, a few flying over head were still carrying the loot as it was coming in. Unclipping his cowl and cape, Megamind let two Brain Bots carry it off, “This way. And don’t touch anything.”
“You can call me Harrison or Harrison Sir, Minion,” the blue man replies to the fish, shooting him a bright smile. “And I’m sure cookies will be lovely. I don’t know about your Sir, but I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” He gives Minion a conspiratorial wink before the fish fusses off.
“And yes, it is complicated. I’m not overwhelming you, am I?” he asks, walking alongside Megamind. This one seems to share the other Megamind’s horrible taste in industrial decor, but at least it is familiar. He’s pretty sure a hanging idea cloud will be found behind that red curtain over there and that the large array of tv screens are streaming live security cam footage. He’s seen it all before, which leaves him with little interest in anything besides the bots. Several are trailing alongside him, trying to figure out the differences between himself and their real Daddy. On a whim he sees a large wrench on a work table as they pass, and he grabs it and throws it for the bots to chase after.
The bot fly off with excited bowging after the thrown wrench, Syx watches the hoard chase after it, “He’s not your daddy!” he calls after them, but more with wry amusement then anything at this point. The older bots would never be able to figure it out.
Syx watched as the oldest #8 snuggled up to Harrison eager for attention. Chuckling he warned, “Eight is a biter. Fair warning,” he’d been chomped hard by that bot on numerous occasions. Eight had no sense of how hard was playful and was by far the most dog like of the lot.
The main area Syx lead Harrison to was hung with red curtains, with soft leather chairs and a sofa surrounding a large TV. Not his idea room but what they had turned into a living room of sorts. Waving to the couch he encouraged Harrison to have a seat, “No continue. I can always go back through the log now that you’re here,” above them #437 went into recording mode.
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