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Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that. 

The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it. 

He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!

Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”

Emma had heard the sounds above her home when she came back from her closing shift at the bar down below.. and despite the bone deep weariness she had, she made her way to the roof. Seeing a man who looked an awfully lot like Sheldon had her heart picking up, her body acting before she could think when she saw the thrashing man. 

She jerked back when Syx woke with a start, both ebony ears turned back, but still visible. They were quite a ways from being pinned to the back of her head. Her light blue eyes were filled with concern for the stranger.. she knew it wasn’t Sheldon, but the similarities of them were far too close for her to simply ignore it. 

“Are you alright?” she urged, her tail moving to curl around her as it laid along the ground. 

Heart still beating too loudly, Megamind sat staring blankly at her. He’d forgone the overly large cowl and cape, opting for the suit with the tall tight collar. To aid with stealth he’d worn spikeless gloves, giving his villainous attire a much softer look.

Logically he worked through what he could see. His first though was the Crimson Fucker, the face and hair was right. The expression was that of Anna… when he first met her… when she told him that her name was, “Emma?”