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Noticed you call him Syx. Whered ya get that?

(( Oh XD well I read it once in a fanfiction as his name ages ago and it stuck in my head. I’ve read a lot of the different ideas of given names for Megamind but never liked any besides Blue. Syx was sort of catchy to me though. Also spelling it that way gave me the idea that it wasn’t a normal name but could be an alien one.

So I went with the idea that he had an unpronounceable alien name that he and Minion remembered. When he could talk and asked about names he offered them his real name. As certain sounds are difficult to hear and say if you aren’t native to a language and I assume even more so if that language is alien, the only part of his name they could pronounce was the middle syllable

Thus they were really trying their best to honor him and call him correctly… but they often defaulted to Blue… and in the end, he still ended up with an embarrassing name that sounds like he was named a number and a color. Thus all the more reason for teenage rebellion and yelling at Warden that his name is Megamind now and he won’t answer to anything else. Over the years he came to terms with it. Only his close friends and uncles know his real name though. ))

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Biggest phobia

Being conscious but immobile, unable to move and completely helpless. He will freak the fuck out at anything even approaching that. And yet!! he gets to be tied down every time they move him in prison. What fun! 

2 and 3!

What kind of relationships did they have with family/family figures?

His relationship with his Uncles was mostly very good, but obviously, they had an interesting relationship with authority. His daddy was careful about who Blue associated with, though. Daddy… it started out really well, but after school things started turning sour. The more rebellious Syx became the more strained the relationship became. Especially after he started insisting on being called Megamind. It ended in him running away from home at 15.

Any childhood injuries?

Burns on his hands from welding, cut with glass on his leg, two cut wrists, and a scar on his shoulder from crawling under a fence. 

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What kind of games did they play?

Syx played mostly board games with his uncles. One taught him chess and he liked that quite a bit. He didn’t discover video games till he ran away from home. Then he and Minion stole a lot of arcade machines.

💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

“Daddy! Can I see the alligators? Pleeeeease!? Mom said to ask you.. I wanna feed them!” The child’s eyes held a faint glow, reaching for Syx’s hand

Syx adored his little child. They had no idea their gender, it was nearly impossible to tell at that age considering the twist of genetics. They were forever previous to him though, “Did she now?” Syx pulled his child up into his arms, “Well my little one, let’s go see if they are up and playing. If they are you can throw down their kiddle.”

“Dad! help me!! The teacher told me I can’t assist school anymore.” he was upset and threw his bag to the floor with anger, leaving a hole in a second. “Tell her it was an accident!” He waved his hands, angry with the teacher and with himself yet unable to control his powers he made a wall fall into pieces and now all the school fears him and no kid wants to be his friend. “I’m not gonna hurt anyone, I want to be normal…I can’t even use the video games i always breaks them” he began to cry.

Syx pressed his hands against his son’s cheeks leaning down to kiss his forehead. He’d never know how difficult it could be to not be able to control you body and it’s powers. Wanting to be normal, wanting people to like him. That he understood. Failing to ba able to, he understood that as well. Hating that his child was forced to go through the same issues. 

Sighing Syx wrapped an arm around his boy, “Humans… they can be horrible sometimes… but you’ll learn. It just takes time. And patients. And stubbornous,” a mischevious grin flashing across his face, “If it makes you feel better we can egg the horrible woman’s car? Or I can just go have a very serious talk to her.” 

That would happen either way. He wouldn’t allow a child of his to be bullied out of school be a student or teacher. He’d pay for the damages, he always did. No, that woman would definitely be getting a visit from Mr. Blue.