Realizing just how badly cracked his mask had become, Syx tried to force his expression to better fit into his villainous role. Expression ending up looking far stiffer and pained then intended, Syx’s voice was harsh even to his ears, “Of course not! Why would there be?”
Jaw set he rose to his feet in a sharp movement. His cape drawn around himself as a protective shield. Home and Minion were the things echoing through his mind. Yet part of him swayed, wanting to spend more time with another member of his own species. The first he’d even known since he came to this miserable rock.
“What happens now?” more asked to himself than to her.
Several of the Brainbots that had been hovering nearby, and more that had been passing by through other rooms, fly in closer to Megamind when the tone in Syx’s voice registers, eye-stalks trained on the unfamiliar not-mommy standing in front of them. It’s an automatic gesture that has Megamind resting her hand on the dome of the nearest, keeping careful attention on Syx as well.
“That’s up to you.” Even if the question was meant to be rhetorical.
His eyes drawn to the brainbots he realized with a frown how hard it was to tell hers from his. Whistling he called to them, “Come to Daddy!”
A few of the bots wheeled off to him, but not nearly all that he’d brought with him. At the very least he now had footage of her lair. Exasperated, he whistled again. To her, he added, “We should discuss some communication standard for if we need to contact the other for whatever purpose. Via brain bot, or secure radio, or… phone?”
RP backup 