“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“Oh, I came here from a different universe as well,” Minion told her brightly, “This city is potmarked with portals. Did you come through one of those?”
“Nope! I used my teleportation ring! Should I use it to get back ro my house?”
“Unless there’s an easier way to get you back home, let’s stick with how you got here.”
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dana, shall we get you home?”
Dana held his hand and nodded. “Yes!”
Offering his hand to her, Minion asked, “So where is home?”
“….It’s in another dimension.” The child took his hand and smiled up at him.
“Oh, I came here from a different universe as well,” Minion told her brightly, “This city is potmarked with portals. Did you come through one of those?”
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“Not very big, though,” Minion corrected, “But then I’m not very big either.”
He spun around in the tank of his suit, “When we aren’t very big, that means its dangerous to go alone. It’s alright to need help. That’s why Sir built me this suit.”
“Why don’t I walk you back home, little Miss? We can get more candy on the way back. By the way, my name’s Minion, what’s yours?”
“I’m Danalynnia, but everybody calls me Dana!”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dana, shall we get you home?”
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“….Mommy and daddy are at home.” She looked off to the side, knowing adults hated that. They hated how she went off on her own. But she didn’t see what the big deal was. “I’m a…big girl!”
“Not very big, though,” Minion corrected, “But then I’m not very big either.”
He spun around in the tank of his suit, “When we aren’t very big, that means its dangerous to go alone. It’s alright to need help. That’s why Sir built me this suit.”
“Why don’t I walk you back home, little Miss? We can get more candy on the way back. By the way, my name’s Minion, what’s yours?”
“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“Absolutely precious,” Minion cooed.
“Not normally, no…” Minion shrugged. The warehouse district was hardly a place for children. Speaking of which, “You aren’t alone, are you?”
Dana looked down. “Yes….Please don’t tell daddy.” The child had wandered off to this remote location.
“How far away is your daddy, little Miss?” Minion really didn’t like the idea of a child wandering around in the evening alone. Especially not on a night like this with so much potential for young punks and candy thieving. Candy was a precious thing to a child after all.
Also, it was a bad neighborhood. Even if Sir and him suppressed the worst of it.
“Good, great, we’ve established that no one cares. Who exactly am I not caring about again? Otherwise, you’ll just going to forever be Boring Legless Man. Unless you prefer that, but it really lacks something as even a stage name.”
I’m not entirely legless. It’d be inaccurate to call me that, and I think that’s even ruder than calling me Boring Legless Man in the first place.
You tell me your name first.
“The point isn’t to be nice. I am a super villain after all.”
“Megamind, Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy! Now you go~”
I will. And fine. I don’t care if you care anyway.
“Good, great, we’ve established that no one cares. Who exactly am I not caring about again? Otherwise, you’ll just going to forever be Boring Legless Man. Unless you prefer that, but it really lacks something as even a stage name.”
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