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If he believed in such things, Megamind would honestly say it's a miracle.
With a deep sigh he steps away from the engine, grabbing a dirty rag and rubbing his hands on it to get rid of some of the filth. He shifts too much weight on one foot and pain throbs through his leg, but he's just content because atleast he can stand without a crutch again.
Satisfied he stares at the machine for a little while, finally finished with the wiring.
Normally he would call this a job well done, and he would be happy.
He's not.
The skin on his wrist flares up and he jerks with a hiss. He's been rubbing the rough cloth a little too vigorously and it's stroking the raw patch. The metal bracelet is biting into his skin, and now there's definitely filth in there and he's forced to clean himself.
Discarding the cloth on the ground the alien steps off the platform holding his latest machine of death and makes his way to a small nook of the workspace. The cold water feels nice against his warm skin, even if the raw parts flare up again as he begins scrubbing them with soap. With narrow eyes he glares at the metal cuffs.
Removing them is not an option. Binding his skin with bandages is also difficult because the metal is too tight. Airing the injuries out so they can properly breathe is also not working out for him.
The villain huffs and turns away with a final scowl at his tired complexion, slowly rounding the machiene he's been working on, face contorting in distaste at the monstrosity.
Not his idea. Clearly not his idea.
It's two tanks basically, haphazardly put together. It's proven to be quite a challenge, not because Megamind lacks the skillset but because he's working alone. Something he's never had to do until a few months ago after his absolutely spectacular defeat by the hands of one terrible excuse for a superhero.
The villain's eyes dart over the messy workspace, over the pile of scrap that may or may not be useful. Over the large barrel that he isn't sure will actually fire properly. Over the remainder of a third tank off to the side, because a certain dimwitted, overpowered gorilla has a talent for destroying everything he touches.
Shaking his head Megamind decides he has worked tirelessly for long enough and damnit he deserves a little break. He hasn't eaten in a long while, his empty stomach loudly reminds him.
The villain starts making his way out of the workspace. His tired eyes fall on the collection of screens set up against a wall as he passes. Cables messily connect them, and it's an absolute disaster that a former Megamind would over-organise into perfection. Loose cables can be a serious hazard. One could trip and fall and break something.
But these last few months he stopped caring. Minion would have hounded him into oblivion to sort the chaos.
But Minion isn't here anymore, so Megamind lets them be.
His legs are screaming at him to sit down, or lie down, anything really. But one of the screens catches his gaze and the multitude of aches throbbing throughout him fall to the background of his mind. For a moment almost forgotten.
Wedged in between the plethora of monitors is a small, more discreet screen. Between a black and white Micky Mouse riding a steamboat, and Marilyn Monroe dancing in a pink dress, and a lion chasing a gazelle, a wedding is in full motion.
Megamind swallows thickly. Tighten, in his white and orange suit, is standing in clothes that don't fit him properly. He looks like a fish out of water, sticking out like a sore thumb even though he's in the center of this event. The nervous looking priest is standing near him, in front of an altar that is heavily decorated with red, orange and white roses. Tacky, in Megamind's oppinion. Tasteless, like the entirety of the wedding. All that money thrown at it and it still manages to look cheap.
But then the camera cuts to the doors.
Megamind's heart skips a beat when they open. Light pours in from outside, the figure standing in the opening is framed as if she were an angel descending onto Earth. After a moment Roxanne starts walking down the aisle, her white dress making her look so radiant. Face hidden behind her veil.
Minion hated the dress. Doesn't flatter her at all, he would cry out. She isn't comfortable either, I can tell by her raised shoulders and awkward steps.
She looks like she doesn't want to be there!
Megamind thought she had never looked more wondrous.
In all of his years of villainy, of lurking in the dark, of serving evil, Megamind had never been so captivated by something so beautiful and angelic looking. Even now, though this is the sixth time he's managed to catch this part of the wedding, a lump in his throat makes is difficult to swallow. His heart is slamming in his chest and he aches for her.
Misses something he would never have.
He spent years keeping back his fantasies, denying himself thinking of what could be, and it has brought him nothing but despair.
Now he gifts himself fleeting moments where he allows his mind to wander, make his misarable existance just a bit bareble.
He should be allowed, he thinks. Roxanne had wasted no time in getting married to Tighten, barely a month after the whole debacle with Bernard. Not that the villain blames her at all. She had been with Metro Man before, and Tighten also was a big, strong male, and females like big, strong males, right?
They certainly don't care for someone like Megamind, who's very small in comparison. Stronger than a human sure, but he's lanky and not at all swole, not at all attractive. It doesn't help that he's blue of course.
Despite his troubling emotions a small smile draws at the corner of his lips.
Minion hated everything about this wedding. His poor henchfish had been confined to just a bowl at that time, and heavily relied on Megamind carrying him around. That afternoon Minion had watched the wedding, filmed like a four hour long documentary, and he had furiously commented on everything. And while Minion spoke, Megamind working at the drawing board, the blue villain had allowed his mind to wander as Minion painted a wedding fit for a master criminal and his soon to be Evil Queen.
A wedding that, of course, would never happen.
Roxanne's wet, teary eyed face flashes before his eyes and guilt crawls through his insides like a slimy worm.
Megamind has done her terrible injustice. Hiding behind the face of a librarian, trying to steer her away from himself and his lair, fooling her, and breaking her heart.
Seeing how she had been dating Metro Man, he understands why she married Tighten.
On the screen the new hero gently grabs the veil and pulls it up. There is a split second where Megamind can see Roxanne's sad, scared eyes before her face lights up.
Of couse she was scared. She was getting married and Megamind sometimes has butterflies doing a rave in his own stomach just thinking about what it would be like to marry her. And he's seen weddings depicted on T. V. and in movies sometimes. And they were an emotional happening, and Megamind doesn't understand half of it because he's never been really good at reading people and understanding humans and how they work.
When the couple leans in for the kiss he looks away.
Nauseous with envy.
A flash of cold washes over his back. The blue villain draws a shaking breath and tries to focus on keeping himself grounded even as his fear spikes.
'Aren't you a little too old to be watching cartoons?' Megamind clenches his jaw and closes his eyes for a moment. He can feel the newcomer close in.
'Didn't you once mention you watch Pokiman?' He slowly turns, careful not to make any sudden moves. Tighten is highly reactive, and his excuse is always that he expects an attack from Megamind, and the "hero" needs to defend himself. And maybe break something or someone in the process.
'That's anime. That's different.' Megamind doesn't understand the difference. Maybe it's a human thing. 'You're supposed to be so smart, and you still haven't figured that out?' Tighten hovers above the ground, towering over the alien. There's a challenge on the larger man's face. He knows Megamind can't, and won't, do anything.
'Maybe we should change your name to Megadumb.' The villain wisely keeps his mouth shut, eyes narrowing and head craned back a little to look up at the other man floating in front of him.
Megadumb... This moron lacks creativity. Very few of his adversaries ever resorted to such pathetic namecalling. It's an unspoken rule, between both heroes and villains, one of the higher rules of ettiquette. There's witty banter, and then there's playground namecalling.
Tighten is blissfully unaware of a lot of things.
He also has the attention span of a hamster. His brown eyes break away from the blue villain, scanning the rest of the room and eventually falling on the reason why he's here.
The machine was Tighten's ingenious idea.
It's like a tank, but bigger. Two tanks. Like they were fused together. With two barrels. And a jet engine on the back. No. Two engines. So it can go super fast. And put wings on it.
That's how it was described to Megamind a month before. A haphazard, lackluster idea scraped together because Hal had been reading one too many comic books. No finesse. No originality.
Megamind doesn't have the time to dwell on those thoughts. His chest constricts painfully with anticipation and dread. Tighten has floated over to the workspace where the half finished monstrosity stands. A huge tank, far too big and klunky to work properly, but somehow Megamind had been able to at least get it rolling. One barrel, not two, and no wings, because the logistics are impossible and the villain has tried to explain this to the dimwitted wannabe hero countless times.
He's getting ready to have this debate again.
'Please don't touch anything.' Megamind calls out when the other floats around a set of chains holding the heavy lid of the tank suspended above the machine itself.
Tighten caused enough damage last time he was here, and Megamind has only managed to fix that a few days ago.
'You know that the festival is in a month, right?' One thing Tighten is really good at is not listening. He places his fingers against the suspended lid and pushes it. The chains attached to the ceiling make an ominous rattling sound as it begins to sway dangerously.
'I do.' Thankfully the other helpfully reminds him every time the oaf decides to show up.
'And I want this thing to be ready by then,' Because Tighten wants Megamind, who has been absent from the public in all these months, to make an epic comback with a crazy death machine. Just so that the giant can destroy said machine, defeat the villain, save the day, and finally recieve the epic hero status Tighten so clearly deserves. Just to spite the blue alien, the hero catches the swinging lid as it comes back to him and gives it another push, harder this time. A steady scraping starts when it reaches full momentum, a dangerous foreboding that indicates one of the chains might very well give way at some point. 'you know that too, right? Tighten's jaws are clenched as he speaks. He's annoyed, because he's a spoilt child that doesn't get the toy he wants.
Megamind's feet have carried him back to the tank. He makes sure to keep enough distance that, should the lid fall, he won't be hurt. But he's helpless to stop the thing from swinging and he can't keep the desperate look from his face. 'Will you... Can you stop that!' Before you break something, again! He doesn't voice the last part out loud, because that imbicile doesn't like hearing no.
He doesn't take well to hearing no, at all.
Megamind has felt the ramifications of telling him no plenty of times now. And his chest finally stopped hurting when he breathes, and he can stand straight again, and walk normally, and he really likes to keep it like that for a little longer if possible.
The larger man floats back down, feet never touching the ground because that could dirty up his boots. 'Why is it taking so long?'
Megamind throws everything he has into schooling a pleading look on his face. Not this again.
'Building such a large machine takes time,' he begins. His feet take him a few steps backwards when the other closes too much distance between them. 'designing the internal mechanisms, making sure that the concept works.' Tighten's stare is filled with annoyance. He doesn't seem to grasp the concept of what actually goes into building an epic machine of death. 'And then there's the thing of actually putting it together.'
'Yeah I know that!' He doesn't. 'Why is it taking you so long?!'
'I'm doing this on my-,'
'You used to throw something together every month!' Throw some- throw something together, the gall of this moron. Megamind wants to scream with indignation. There's only so much insult he can take.
'Yes, but you destroyed the working force that made it possible!' One by one. Crushing the brainbots in his hands. Watching them burn and melt under his laser vision. Freezing them with his breath and then merely dropping them, letting them shatter into pieces. One by one, laughing while he did so.
Flying off to gather more of them, then bringing them back to where he had Megamind bound to his chair. Breaking them in any way he could, all the while making Megamind watch.
The pause between them is lengthy. In that brief moment Megamind was staring at the stupid, confused face of one fat, idiot cameraman. Before the infusion with super powers. Before the monster was released.
Then Tighten realises he's been scolded and his frail pride doesn't take it well. The frown on his face darkens, and there's Tighten again, and there's something even worse right beneath that's threatening to come out.
Megamind gasps as the other grabs him by the throat, hand big enough it wraps all around easily, and there's pain as his windpipe momentarily closes under the force. His hands shoot up to uselessly grab onto the offending wrist, and his toes scrape over the ground when he's lifted just high enough to touch the floor. At least Tighten has learned to somewhat control his strength, because his grip loosens again so the blue alien can breathe.
It's still going to bruise severely, probably.
'I don't like your tone.' Megamind crinkles his sensitive nose. Tighten enjoys garlic way too much, and he ate fish, and in what world do you combine those two with cheese? If he had anything in his stomach he would have retched.
'You destroyed the working fff....' He begins, his voice a pitch higher just to piss the other off. The hand around his throat tightens, cutting off his oxygen and bloodflow and the rest of his mocking comeback. At least Metro Man always had the decency to let him finish his quips.
'You think you're funny?' The rational, sensible part of his brain is screaming at him to be more careful. Tighten doesn't have any qualms when it comes to dishing out punishment, and if Megamind keeps at it he will not be walking properly for a week.
Again.
'I can't hear you.' The oversized moron sing-songs, mocking the blue alien. Megamind's chest heaves and hurts under the strain, desperate to fill his lungs with air that he just can't catch. His breath is literally caught in his throat and the edges of his vision start to go dark. His fingers are scraping over the other's thick lower arm and wrist, but he might as well be scraping his nails over stone.
Maybe the rational part of his brain shuts down due to the lack of bloodflow. Tighten's fingers twitch. 'You gotta speak up, Meganerd.' Because instead of trying to plead for mercy in any way he can he pulls his lips over his sharp teeth and he mouths a challenging yeah.
Not smart if your opponent is a literal unstoppable force that has a fragile ego and a god complex.
Megamind knows he's been hit before the pain registers. The tiny stars that had appeared in his vision explode in all out white when Tighten's fist makes contact with his chest. A silent gasp and his whole body goes limp from the shock, and there's the explosion of pain that engulfs him like a suffocating wave.
Tighten says... something, and then Megamind topples over to one side and it takes his mighty brain a second to realise it wasn't the wannabe hero but he himself whose equilibrium goes off as he's thrown away like a discarded doll. For a few seconds he doesn't know where he lands or what his name is even.
His body feels like it's on fire. Pain and alarm start drumming through his veins on his erratic heartbeat. The villain chokes when he tries to take a breath his oxygen starved brain desperately needs. There isn't much else he can do as he weakly wraps an arm around his chest but that also hurts so much and he just doesn't know what to do anymore and so he just exists. Lungs stuttering on every painful breath.
Megamind wasn't certain if he heard the bones inside himself break under the sound of Tighten striking him, but now it's confirmed that something definitely snapped because the feeling is eerily famillair.
The villain barely registers the loud crash as something actually happening in real life. 'Whoops, clumsy me!' Tighten calls out, and Megamind stares at the dark, empty cieling and then there's a huge blob of white and orange floating above him.
Whatever the other wanted to say stops, because Megamind chuckles despite himself, despite everything that just happened. He vaguely registers accidentally biting his tongue when he got struck because he can taste blood and it splashes past his lips and, well he hopes he just bit his tongue to be honest as he chortles a laugh and it probably sounds like broken sobs because it's so bad that Tighten backs away.
He created this, this... whatever the dumb fuck that moron is, and the realisation hits him just as hard as that the wannabe hero just had moments before. Megamind just can't with how stupid this overpowered manchild is acting, and how ridiculous this situation he landed himself in is.
He peels one arm away from his aching chest and does the thing he sometimes sees the humans do with the middle finger. Maybe Tighten will stomp him, right here, right now. End this weird thing that they have going on. Megamind closes his eyes, giggling a high pitched, wet laugh, mind inches away from full blown hysteria, and he thinks of Roxanne. If he's going to die, he wants her to be the last thing he sees.
And time passes. Enough of it for his fit to die down. Enough of it that he comes back to Earth. Back to the floor of his No Longer Really A Secret Evil Lair. Enough time for him to calm down and the worst of the pain to settle.
Enough time that, when he opens his eyes again, the lair is empty, save for Megamind himself. And the looming threat of absolute agony Tighten left him with, if the tank isn't finished on time.
Megamind remains on the cold floor. It's doing a wonderful job of cooling his heated frame somewhat, and he's anxious to move because it hurts to breathe, and so he knows actually moving is going to hurt even more. And now that he's alone, he has to take care of himself, all on his own, and that is going to be a serious challenge in and of itself and the villain isn't sure if he's able to face it anymore. His eyes closed, he just remains for a little while, feeling anxiety and grief threatening to overwhelm him.
He doesn't even know if he will be able to finish that stupid tank for Tighten in time. Depending on what the idiot just destroyed, it probably won't happen regardless.
He doesn't have the brainbots to fetch him what he needs. He doesn't have them to hold the large plates of metal in place while he welds the machine together, or their combined strength that makes it look so easy when they lift the engine that almost weighs a ton. He doesn't have his wonderful worker bots that bowg in joy when it's time for work, but not before throwing the wrench a few times of course.
He doesn't have the freedom to gather whatever supplies he needs. He has to rely on Tighten's go-ahead to leave his lair. If the wannabe finds him with one foot outside without permission, one of his legs will be broken. Again.
He doesn't have the freedom to move the way he wants to regardless, because Tighten is an overgrown manchild that likes to push him around, and Megamind is a tough creature compared to a human, but he's wounded just the same if Tighten stomps him regardless. Working while injured sets him back even further than when he would be perfectly fine.
He doesn't have...
...he doesn't have Minion to help him out, filling in the gaps that no one else will. He doesn't have Minion to come pick him up off of the floor and help him with his fresh set of injuries. He doesn't have Minion to bring him a snack or sit him down when he's been working so many hours his vision is swimming and his hands are shaking and the numbers are floating in his line of sight even when he looks up from his drawing board. He doesn't have Minion to tell him it's time for bed, get some rest, alright ten more minutes and then it's a shower, brush your teeth and off to bed, Sir!
He doesn't have Minion at his side being the best henchfish a super villain could ever hope to have.
'Bowg.'
When he doesn't respond, a small bit of metal gently lowers on his head. The touch is soft and cold against his heated skin, and very nice, and a dreadful feeling washes over him.
Megamind opens his eyes a crack, his blurry vision filling with a pink blob and a bright red orb. She's the only brainbot he has left.
He lifts a hand and the touch on his head moves to grab onto his fingers. There is a soft pulling on his arm, an urging to get him to move. Get up.
He can't.
'Bowg.'
There is a pause that lasts only a few throbbing hearbeats. And then the pink brainbot lets go of his fingers, as if she understands.
Not actually a she. The brainbots didn't have a sex assigned to them. But they were all special in their own way. All of them handmade by Megamind and sometimes with the assistance of Minion. Their colors would range between black and grey and blue, and a handful have red in their paint schemes and there was a special set with custom, hazard yellow colors too.
There is only one pink brainbot.
She was Roxanne's brainbot. She, because Roxanne deemed it so.
Custom made for his wonderful damsel, to listen to her voice and obey her commands as well. Made because sometimes the plot took up way more time than planned. If Roxanne wanted anything, to drink or eat, a blanket because she was cold, a bathroom break, she was forced to ask Megamind or Minion, and then they would have to command the brainbots because they only listened to his or Minion's voices.
But "Pinky", not a set of numbers, but Pinky, Roxanne had named her. This bot also listened to the damsel. Got Roxanne everything she wanted. Megamind had painted her pink, because that's what girls liked, right? Roxanne had smiled at him so fondly when he first presented her with the new brainbot. The warm, loving look on his damsel's face stood out burned in his memory. He would have had the moment engraved into his tombstone if he could.
That was the face he pulled up moments before when he thought maybe Tighten would finally put him out of his misery.
All of his bots had the same basic programming, but thanks to varying parameters they could have different personallities. Pinky is special in her own way. She had an upgraded AI that allowed her to learn and mimic Roxanne's behaviour.
Her first and foremost task is to always remain hidden, lest Tighten gets a hold of her once again and he will pick her apart bit by bit for certain.
'Bowg.' But Pinky is stubborn, just like Roxanne. The brainbot lowers herself onto the ground, lying down in the crook of his neck as best as her frame allows her. It's probably the only way she can without causing him pain.
His fingers brush the chipping paint. She's no longer bright and perfect. Once shiny, now her frame has dulled down a lot from weathering. Megamind would love to give her a touch-up. Would endlessly enjoy cleaning her up and sand her back to a pretty shine, but there is a chanse she could catch unwanted attention then, and that is the last thing he wants.
If Tighten gets a hold of her again he might finish what he started months ago.
The villain tries to hold off the memories, but they come rushing in like the waves of the ocean, relentless and uncaring. Pain ghosts over his frame in places that have since healed. His already shaky pride is completely shattered.
His defeat by the hands of that overgrown twat wounded him deeply. And instead of just hauling him off to prison, Tighten had done eveything in his power to rub his victory in Megamind's face. Has since then been kicking the villain while he's down.
All in all, Megamind had been so thankful Minion had been spared that first day, as Tighten had flown an already injured super villain back to the Not So Secret Lair. Had tossed the alien around, like a cat playing with its prey. This was clearly the case of a victim becoming a bully, because Tighten jeered and insulted and used his strenght and speed to cause harm that would have killed a human, venting pent up fury on a victim that could take it physically.
While Tighten pushed the villain around he had also destroyed a part of his robot arsenal. The brainbots had acted in a panic, trying to protect their daddy and getting destroyed mercilessly in the process. When the majority had been dispatched and Megamind far beyond being able to defend himself, the villain had spared a few thoughts at how disturbing the other's behavior was.
He's a villain himself, and has hurt others in the past. But Megamind never stooped so low as to torture someone just for fun. Never cared for kicking someone when they were down. There was no honor in that.
The wannabe hero had thrown him into his high backed leather chair and had collected chains he found lying around, as if this had been some kind of weird fantasy Tighten had been playing out. There had been an attempt at banter and Megamind had struggled weakly, but what can one do against someone who had the power to stop an oncoming train dead in its tracks?
Not even Metro Man handeling him had ever made him feel as if he were literally nothing.
'Now you know how it feels.' The wannabe hero had jeered, pulling the chains he wrapped around the villain's legs tight, far too tight, all of them too tight. There had been a lot of pain that had Megamind gasping for breath to keep himself from screaming. His injured pride would not allow him to, not for this pathetic attempt at a super hero. 'Comfy?' Tighten has asked so sweetly, batting his eyelashes at his trapped enemy and Megamind had a wonderful comeback for that, but it was cut off when the other had stuffed a filthy rag in his mouth and tied it around his head.
His enemies were often far more polite. Exhanging witty banter is a sport in and of itself and Tighten wouldn't allow even that.
What followed had been one of the most painful experiences Megamind had ever gone through. His ever loyal brainbots had been in a state of terror. Their daddy captured and injured and an uninvited guest inside of their domain and no one around to give them any guidance on what to do.
Megamind had been forced to watch and endure as that jacked up nerd began to tear through the remainder of his machines. One by one. The villain rembered all of them. Remembered what Tighten did to who.
He used his laser vision to melt 161. Froze and then dropped 998. Took 118 and tore it apart bit by bit. Chased others around and punched through them or kicked them all over the place, destroying them with his insane strength. Sat on 456, ground 719 to bits between his hands, smacked 367 and 002 together.
One by one he broke the bots, often times grabbing one and closing in on the trapped villain so Megamind had an excellent view as the other tore them apart.
Perhaps this had been the closest Megamind had ever been to any kind of god, because he remembers thinking sweet nothings and silent apologies and hopeless mercy with every brainbot that got destroyed, as if he were praying to some unknown deity. They were the closest thing to children Megamind could ever hope to have as the only living individual of his species. All of his bots so carefully and lovingly hand crafted, all of them painted by hand. A trained eye could see which ones were painted by Minion and which ones he did himself, because Minion used to have a far better hand at that than he did.
Megamind had glared and festered in silent fury, jaw aching around the filthy rag in his mouth he was biting it so hard. And Tighten had revelled in his anger, had laughed and made cheesy jokes and fooled around and all the while looking the villain right in the eyes as he did so. If Megamind is correct, this was Tighten's attempt to break him, and it did annoy the other as the number of bots left thinned out and no, Megamind "wasn't gonna cry" if it would be the death of him.
'Hey, what's this?' Until Tighten found her. The villain had felt as if a drain inside of him had been unclogged and all of the rage had bled out of him, leaving an icy cold feeling of dread in its wake. The reaction he had was so unexpected. His breath had caught in his throat and his eyes had gone wide and he remembered screaming in his thoughts. 'A pink one? What are you gay or something?'
Yes, Tighten is incredibly dimwitted, but apparently also a whole lot sadistic. He swiftly caught on to Megamind's sudden shift in demeanor. Must have heard the choked mewl when he took hold of Pinky.
And for the first time in a long time Megamind had been genuinely terrified as the titan had closed the distance between them once more, hovering inches above the floor and towering over the bound villain like a mountain.
'Hmm, now I just can't decide what to do with this one.' The wannabe had mused, acting like he had a hard time coming up with how to dispose of the angrily yapping brainbot. There were of course plenty of ways to destroy her, but Tighten wanted it to be the worst possible way imaginable.
'Do I pick it apart?' To emphasise his statement Tighten had grabbed a tiny bolt between his fingers. It came off super easy for him, and of course the brainbot didn't feel any real pain, but Megamind had moaned into his rag. His eyes wide and pleading. 'Smush it?' Pinky bit the offending hand, but a brainbot's jaws could never damage someone along the likes of Metro Man. Taking hold of one of her teeth Tighten had rolled it between his fingers like it were a piece of clay.
Pinky kept on bowing and snarling, her long arms slapping at the arm holding her in place. Big eye frantically searching. 'Or! Melt it, so you can try and make something actually useful out of it.' It was funny that everything Tighten had done so far only served to anger the villain, and not take him down a notch like the wannabe desperately wanted. It were those brown eyes flickering ablaze that had broken Megamind, who had screamed into his rag and had pulled at his bounds. His agony must have shown on his face because Tighten had actually looked shocked, but all Megamind could do was plead as best he could to let the brainbot go.
It was as though Tighten was going to kill Roxanne herself.
To Megamind it felt that way at least.
She was all that he had left.
'Bowg.'
Pinky places her metal arm over his hot forehead, drawing him out of the feverish memory.
For a little while the villain lies on the ground, breath barely a shallow gasping, gaze unfocused, the room is spinning. There's stars twinkling softly in his vision and the edges are permanently black. The smell of blood is thick and it's probably his and he doesn't know where it's coming from. He knows he needs to move. Needs to assess the damage. Needs to fix what he can.
He can't stay here on the ground. If he falls asleep now he might not wake up.
The villain brushes his fingers over Pinky's frame and closes his eyes.
He's not sure if he cares.
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Sometimes nothing comes out and sometimes the plotbunny strikes a homerun. I hope this was ok, not sure if this is something people want to read. Let me know what you think, comments help out a ton. Love you~~~