Disclaimer: I do not own Megamind. I went to see it though! And it was the best decision of my entire life! Probably. It was awesome.
A/N: So I usually don't ever write for anything that isn't Fullmetal Alchemist. For some reason I just can't force my fingers to do anything but. This is really short, yeah, but you know, the process of dehydration isn't that long of a thing. Anyway, popped into my head and it needed to come out. This might become a few odd one-shots concerning events in Megamind. So... Mmhmm...
I.
Dehydrate
The world was shrinking.
Or was I?
It was cold and icy and there must be snow. Was it winter here? Is it winter time? Everything's getting smaller and going slower and slower and slower and slower and slower and it's getting colder.
It felt like the world was evaporating. Like someone had set the sun loose and it was a wild animal, feral and out of control, feeding upon the water of my innards. It sucked the carbon bonded hydrogen and oxygen from my entrails and peeled each molecule away from my skin, and the world was shrinking and going slower and slower.
I couldn't remember my name suddenly, and in the same moment I must have forgotten everything else too. I knew that everything was too small and too slow and too dry, and I knew that I knew something more before, but I couldn't possibly know what that was. Could I? I knew who I was, didn't I? No? Well then who was I? What was I?
I'm in a pool of water though. It's swirling around me and above me and all around me, and I feel it against my skin. If I could feel my body enough to move it I would have reached out, grabbed it, drank it, embraced it. All I could feel was the dry. There wasn't enough water, surely, but still, here it was – it was all around me and yet it was nowhere near me – and I realized with a start that it was leaving me.
Suspended in this frozen moment and the water was fleeing from me when I needed it the most.
Why did I need it though? Why was I so dry and why was water the thing that cured that? That? There. That was what? Water? Where was it all going anyway? Why was it leaving?
Water, it was water, and it boiled and deconstructed and phased and it was steam, and then, after that, it was nothing. I was nothing too, and I felt some sort of strange panic in my mind telling me to hold on to something. Don't get swept away! I thought. Fight! I reasoned. Stop! I pleaded.
I didn't know what I was begging for, or what was happening, or why it was bad. Where did all the water go anyway, and why was it so dry, like ice and frozen air and burnt toast? It was dry. Why was the world so small? Or was it bigger then it had been before, was I the thing that was small?
My thoughts were tearing through my mind so fast that I almost was startled when they stopped all together and –