Part 1

Minion was sitting at the desk, wishing to be deaf and to not hear angry screams and sounds of breaking objects. The brainbots gathered around him, scared of the infuriated monster their "daddy" has become. Fish kept telling them that their creator just has to be left alone and that soon everything will be OK, but he was in fact as much scared as them.

Then the cacophony on anger and destruction stopped. Minion heard a small thud and crackle of swivel chair. And then came the sound of sobs. It echoed on the lair, almost making Minion cry himself. He stood up from the chair, ordered brainbots to stay there and walked into direction, where weeping was coming from. His steps was slow, careful, like he was going to come behind his master, cover his eyes with hands and ask: "Guess who?" But he knew it won't cheer up Megamind.

When he finally approached the man, Megamind was sitting on his swivel chair, surrounded by broken machines and torn apart blueprints and notes. However, Minion knew that the most broken, the most messed up was his beloved boss. Megamind rubbed his wet eyes and then buried his face in shaking hands, sobbing quietly.

It was almost ten years since Minion had seen Megamind so enraged, and almost ten more since the villain was crying. He was the shadow of his glamorously evil self. Minion wanted to change it, to make his boss smile.

"Sir…" He began, exposing his presence.

Megamind raise his head and looked at him. He rested his hands on the armrests and gazed at the floor.

"I'm pathetic excuse of a villain." He finally said, his voice quiet.

"No, sir! You were doing great during today's battle!" Minion reacted. He hoped that enthusiasm in his voice will cheer Megamind up, even only a bit.

"Great?" Megamind chucked with bitterness and looked at his helper. "I failed, Minion! Just like I'm always failing! Let's face it: Metro Man is superstrong, unbreakable, he can fly and has no weakness. No matter what I'm doing, no matter how deliberated my evil scheme is this Goody-Two-Shoes will always win." He burst into tears once again. For a few seconds he was crying in silence. Minion wanted desperately to do or say something to his friend, but he didn't know what. Before he could come up with anything, Megamind look at him and spoke again: "I'm tired, Minion. So horribly tired. I don't want to do anything."

"Come on, sir." Minion walked to his side and helped him stand up. "Let's go to bed. You need a lot of sleep."

When they were walking towards Megamind's bed…

"I'm pathetic, ridiculous idiot. Nobody needs me anyway."

"No, sir. It's just a small misfortune. Besides, I need you, sir."

…When Minion helped his boss change into pajamas…

"You know, my friend, I won't escape from prison this time. I will stay in my cell forever."

"You're upset, sir. Just take some rest. Tomorrow you will feel better."

"I don't think so, Minion. I want to die."

…When he covered the evil genius with sheet and stayed with him until he fell asleep, whispering that everything will be fine and no, he isn't pathetic, the anger was slowly boiling inside Minion's small body. Minion had always known that this moment might come one day. It was quite obvious that one can break down after so many failures. Still the look of broken Megamind brought to fish a heartache and really strong contempt towards certain Goody-Two-Shoes. Minion always wasn't very fond of Metro Man, but this time he felt a burning hatred he'd never suspect he possessed.

He wanted to go to the hero's headquarters and yell into his face how much he wished him to go and die for hurting his master. He sat at the desk and told brainbots that "daddy" needs a rest and he will be better tomorrow. However, the fish himself wasn't sure of it. He was contemplating the whole event from nearly moment ago and he still wanted to confront Metro Man with his crimes. The thoughts he had in mind was crowding and organize itself as a long, expressive speech and didn't want to leave Minion alone. He thought he will explode if he won't let them out from himself.

It was too late to go outside, besides he didn't know where Metro Man was anyway, still the space fish had an idea. Firstly he moved his sphere from his regular, gorilla body to the one of brainbot. It was easier to write something when his fingers were thin. Minion took from a drawer some sheet of paper and a pen that his master generally used to scribble another of his evil plans. The fish sat at the desk, helped himself with the light and started to write his letter to Metro Man.

Dear Metro Man,

So you think you are a hero? Everybody consider you as one. Well, everybody, beside me. Because you see, Metro Man, no matter how many people you will rescue from burning building; no matter how many kittens you will take off from a tree; no matter how many damsels in distress you will save, for me you will always be the jerk that hurt the most important person in my life.

Oh, if only Metro City could see what I have seen! If only they could see that their beloved superhero is in fact a heartless bully, who finds pleasure in taking everything from that one person I care about! One could think that he started it, but it was you. I've been there. I saw your mischievous smile, when you bumped Megamind's escape pod, causing him to rattle against the space rocks.

You did it again, making him land in that horrible prison for criminally gifted. Thanks to you, Metro Man, Magamind – my master, my charge, my friend – spent his childhood in a dark, filthy prison! Have you ever thought about the consequences of your selfish act? He did you no wrong, yet you've sentenced him to life behind the bars, with people, who could be dangerous for him – from plain pedophiles to psychopaths. How heroic was that, heh, Mister Goody-Two-Shoes?

But it wasn't enough for you, no! When he finally had a chance for some kind of normality in his sad life and has been sent to school, you had to destroy it too. You had to show off, making him feel unimportant and lonely. You were the teacher's pet. He was a troublemaker. You were a popular kid. He was an outcast. If he unintentionally did something wrong, failed in something, he was punished. You had the power to make others look at him as the one of them, to make them see a person, not a weird blue alien. One hand leaned to him, when he fell; one talk to him, when he was eating alone his lunch – was this too much to ask? However, you didn't use this power. You preferred to stay away from him. So did the other kids that were looking at you with awe.

It was because of you that he was later crawling in his bed and didn't want to go to school. He was often waking up in the middle of the night after a nightmare about you beating him up during lesson of PE or a break. Boy in his age should have friends. He should run with them around the park, playing tug or hide and seek. He should have a childhood filled with joy and happiness. He deserved it. Such wonderful, bright child like him deserved it more than a spoiled brat like you!

You're like a monster, haunting his every thought and every dream. And after today's battle you've finally managed to drive him to such despair that he want to die. But the saddest part of it is that nobody, beside me, would feel sorry for him if he actually did die. For anybody else he's just a blue alien with enormously big head, who's constantly fighting with their beloved hero and fails miserably. I can imagine Roxanne Ritchi announcing happily that horrible villain of Metrocity, Megamind had committed suicide. I can hear people laughing about his death and about him for being so theatrical. I can even see them celebrating his death. And this thought makes me wonder, who is the real monster here. He on them? He or you?

I will try to bring a joy to his life. I do not know, if I will succeed, but I do know that I will not give up. Because I cannot lose him.

Beware, Metro Man, because if he will kill himself, his blood will stain your already dirty hands. Even the strongest soap won't clean you from the crimes you've committed.

I hope you will die a long and painful death. I hope he will find your weakness and use it against you and one beautiful day you will pay for every pain you've caused to him; for every night spent in the darkness of a prison cell; for every failed battle and crashed brainbot. That is what you truly deserve after all.

Minion felt tired. All steam has faded away and fish didn't know what to write next. So he added a short note: "With burning hate: Minion", folded the paper in half and put into an envelope. He quickly wrote on it "Metro Man", left it on the desk and went to his bed.

The next day he has been woken up by a very excited Megamind, who had already another plan to defeat Metro Man. Eager to find out about this plan and happy to see his master in a good mood, Minion forgot about his letter and decided to make Magemind breakfast.

So I wanted some Megamind fic, which would be so touching it'll make me cry. The other thing is that there is no fanfiction with Metro Man and Minion and I thought that it would be nice to see our fantastic fish confronting Metro Man about his wrongs. In next chapter I will show you the reactions of others on this letter, so show some support and leave comments.