Anna was quiet as she read it, her head tilting to the side just a touch as she read the fanfiction before her. “Where did this come from?” She asked, looking over at Syx with a confused expression. “I don’t remember doing this. When did this happen? Did I forget something?” She had no idea what it was she was reading or why somebody would write about them both…
She couldn’t deny that it was cute though, finding herself looking back to the screen. “..We should do this sometime. Sounds fun.”
Syx was torn between blushing and groaning, his hands covering his face, “Nooooooo someone wrote that! It’s fiction,” he peered at her between his fingers, “You’d want to?”
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“I thought you said you weren’t a medic,” Megamind grumbled, but he moved the cape aside to let her see the wound, “Think it went through. Sounded like a high caliber.”
Gritting his teeth as he breathed through his nose he added, “Try anything weird and I am holding a gun.”
“I’m not.” Scarborough took a closer look and nodded. “Hm…I think you’re right about that. One less thing to worry about.” She giggled lightly at his warning. “Well, weird for you and weird for me are probably two very different concepts. However,” she said, pulling out a metal tapestry needle from her pocket, “all I was going to do is cauterize the wound.” Focusing, she summoned a flame and heated the needle until it glowed red.
“Oh evil gods,” Megamind flinched back, hissing when his back hit the wall, “Fine, fine.”
Whole body tense, he folded up a wad of cape, “Get it over with quick,” he spat before shoving it in his mouth and biting down hard. Breathing through his nose as he scrunched his eyes shut and braced for the pain.
Letting the brain bot go, Syx sat down on the concrete edge on the break water near what he was now duding Evil Lair. It had a nice ring to it. Flopping back to look up at the stars, movement caught his eye. Blinking, the blue teen rolled over to peer at it more closely. It was a… a… baby? It wasn’t human… it wasn’t blue either. If anything it was more… fish like. Finned fingers and gills? But it had a decidedly baby look to it.
Syx’s throat closed up. Baby. He might of… he should have… visions of a smashed egg danced through his mind with a horrible regret and pain that throbbed in time with the scars on his wrists. Swallowing hard, he scrambled up to his hands and knees. Kneeling before the small child he whispered, “Hello?”
Syx appearing and coming closer that quickly prompts a hiss of warning, bared teeth along with out of surprise and fear. It’s the older being’s blue skin that catches the child’s attention next, trilling softly and in his own language giving a similar greeting. Though he didn’t understand Syx’s own, the words so far beyond his comprehension.
Watching Syx out of the corner of his eye, his focus is flickering between Syx and the water, debating on if it would be wise to try and run for that promised safety.
The kiss had Syx pausing, just kneeling where he was with his hands open, “It’s okay… no one will hurt you…”
The little one looked so scared and he couldn’t help but recall his first days on this planet. The being had to be alien, right? Did it have a parent it needed to get back to? Or was it alone?
“It’s okay,” he murmured again, unsure what else to do.
Bluebell tipped her head at Lucy, confused, “Of course it can’t be both,” she made little circular hand motions as she tried to articulate her logic, “If it’s your workshop then it’s yours. He can’t pay yourself to work in it!”
She put her hands on her hips and turned to face Lucy fully, “You aren’t much of a villain, are you?”
“Says you.” It could be both, and was. At least, that was the way Lucy saw it. Even if it wasn’t really all that evil. She looks taken aback by Bluebell’s sudden question, drawing up short.
“Huh?”
“I mean look at you! Your makeup is lackluster, not nearly enough metal or flashy bits, and your witty banter is sub-par,” Bell ticked off on her fingers, “It’s like you ain’t even trying.”
“Oh! I’ve never had a girlfriend before!” she paused, “I mean like a friend and not a dating thing, I have one of those,” she flapped her hand and waved her misstep off, “English is stupid. But that’s not the point! I could do your makeup and you could like… be my teen side-kick! Like an evil Batman and Robin!”
Letting Bluebell talk herself out, there’s a look of utter confusion on the teen’s face at the older blue woman’s offer. And accidental phrasing. “How’s that my fault?” she mutters, that same look still on her face thanks to the way she’d phrased the last comment.
“Oh come ooooon,” Bluebell whined, “you gotta! It would be so cool! I’ve never had a sidekick before!” she bounced in place with far too much energy, “And you obviously just don’t know how, which is why you need a teacher!” she posed dramatically, pointing to herself.
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