Disclaimer: No, I don't own Despicable Me right now but give me a few years to write show ideas, get an animation studio, find some funding for the rights then maybe I can say I own it.
A/N: I absolutely loved Despicable Me and went to see it three times in two weeks. All the adults, minus Fred and I kinda find Vector annoying, were full of awesome sauce. I adore villains and got to reconnect with some of my childhood loves as well being introduced to villains I never heard before while writing this story. This is the first time I ever written a major original character before and it took me a long time to settle on her looks, voice and personality, hopefully I won't change it and really hoping I will like her. I don't really like OCs because I find most of them lacking in personality and in fanfic a lot of them are cliche. Currently I have ideas for her hoping I'll like her half as much as I like the characters she based off of. If you're looking for romance then you came to the wrong place. I won't write a romantic story about my OC and Gru until I come out with a sequel for this story and it won't be among the Despicable Family title.
I wrote Gru's dialogue just using plain words because I really don't want to juggle different accents. Gru is going to have a Hungarian accent despite being of Russian descent. Why Hungarian? According to the Rolling Stone's review they pin pointed his accent as that. Plus on IMDB, Steve Carell describes his accent as a cross between Ricardo Montalban and Bela Lugosi.
As for updates I will be going by a weekly schedule, posting on the weekends. So please read, enjoy and review and I'll see you next week.
Chapter 1: Delilah DeBaucher
On a beautiful June morning in a regular suburban neighborhood – regular if you include dozens of 'For Sale' signs and a large black house sitting in between the rows of identical houses – there were three little girls playing outside with a dog. As they enjoyed themselves in the bright sunlight a tank-like vehicle drove down the street and parked in the driveway next door to the property the girls were playing in.
From the vehicle a tall, bald man with blue eyes, stepped out carrying a package of pastries. "Girls, I'm home," he called out, his voice had a distinct Hungarian accent.
"Morning, Mr Gru," the girls answered back as they abandoned the dog in favor of the large man.
Gru looked over the three girls, Margo, Edith and Agnes, and noticed how dirty they were. At fifty-one years old Gru had spent all his adult life on his career of choice: villainy. All of that had been flipped upside down a few weeks ago when he adopted three orphan girls to, unwittingly, help him further his latest plot: to steal the moon. It took them thirteen days to worm into his heart and now he is the proud adopted father of bossy Margo, tomboyish Edith and adorable Agnes.
"Wasn't Dr Nefario supposed to be watching over you?"
"He said he wasn't feeling very well…" The girl named Edith answered. Something about her manner suggested that she knew the reason why the doctor was incapable of watching them.
"Morning, Gru!" Gru's next-door neighbor, Fred MacDade, stepped out of his house and approached the fence dividing the two properties. In his hands he carried a tray with three mugs filled with hot cocoa and offered them to the girls who each took a mug with glee.
The ex-villain sighed. "Morning, Fred. I hope you didn't mind watching the girls while I was away."
"Heavens, no! The misses and I love watching these girls. Plus the dog has been getting much needed exercise because of them." The younger man laughed. Fred was your run of the mill suburbanite. He had dark brown hair, glasses and a mustache. Plus he had an unleashed dog.
Gru's hairy eyebrows lowered in a frown. He didn't like his neighbor's dog but he wasn't going to allow his girls to let their family…dog, Kyle, out. Kyle was an experimental creature Dr Nefario, Gru's right hand henchman, created for security reasons. Unfortunately, the two men were unable to tame the vicious beast until five-year-old Agnes had a hand in domesticating…it. Even though the grey hairball with teeth does listen to Gru and the girls, it was best to avoid any unnecessary questioning from neighbors and any potential situations that involved the presence of the police.
"Well, thank you, Fred," Gru said without a hint of gratitude. "Come girls, let's go inside."
"Where do you go every morning now? When we wake up it's always Uncle Nefario telling us to keep quiet and behave until you get back." Margo looked at her adopted father with a hint of concern. The younger girls were more interested in the box of goodies hanging from Gru's thin fingers.
"Don't worry about it." Gru opened the front door and ushered the children in. The sight of Dr Nefario face down on the ground greeted them as they entered the hall. Kyle, the 'dog,' was gnawing on the man's left leg. Lying on the floor just out of reach for the old man was the mace Gru uses for home security. As Gru moved closer he could hear the old man say 'why me' over and over again.
"Ah, bad, pretty puppy," Agnes stated as she grabbed the sadistic creature. Once in her arms Kyle quieted down.
The new father sighed again; this wasn't going to be a good morning. "Girls, go wash up." He wasn't going to bother asking what happened right now.
As the three walked away with Kyle he heard his eldest daughter say, "I told you so, Edith."
Grabbing the older man's arms, Gru pulled his good friend up resulting in a nasty sounding snap that came from the doctor's spine. "Ow!"
"Are you alright, Dr Nefario?" He watched as his assistant crack his back into shape.
"How long is this going to last, Gru? This 'disappearing for hours' every morning? I'm not getting any younger!"
"I just have a lot on my mind, chillax," the villain said dismissively as he began to walk away. "Did you finish with my order?"
"Don't change the subject!" Dr Nefario scowled as he dusted himself. He looked up to see the taller man's retreating back. Satisfied with the quick job on his clothes the scientist rushed to his employer's side. "But if you must know, yes I did," the doctor then handed a bottle of scotch to the surprised man.
"Wait. What is this?" Gru asked as he opened the bottle. Sounds of birds were heard from inside the glass container. Turning the label Gru's blue eyes read the description, 'Hawky Squawky Scotch.' He screwed the lid back on and sighed for the third time. It was barely half an hour since he returned home. "I had said 'Walkie Talkie Watches. Look, I better get back to the girls. I'll talk to you later." He handed back the bottle to the shorter man. As he walked away he muttered under his breath, "Another reason to add to the list."
Although his hearing has been going recently, Dr Nefario was able to catch that. He knew what it was about; it was time to make that call.
Later that evening Gru was tucking in his daughters into their bomb beds.
"Girls, did you wash up before bed?'
"I, uh, washed my face."
"…"
"Agnes, why is your hair full of knots!"
"Quit it!"
"Margo, your hair is also tangled"
"Hey Gru. I'm thirsty."
"Edith, you shouldn't drink before beddybye."
"Can you read this book to us?
"…Where is the book I wrote for you?"
"…Can you please read this one tonight?"
"You always read your book to us!"
"Edith!"
"Sorry Gru, but can't you read something else for a change?"
A long sigh rang out from the room. In a monotone voice he quickly read through the book keeping his complaints ("Where did you find this? In a dumpster?") to a minimum. He was able to get the girls tucked in with a hug and a goodnight kiss.
Afterward the exhausted man dragged his aged body to the living room to find Dr Nefario standing there in person, waiting for him. Behind him the entrance to the secret lair sat waiting to bring people down. "What is the matter?"
"Gru, there's someone I want you meet." Just then the doorbell rang.
Gru pulled out his Nova Blaster (used at the carnival) and aimed at the door as he looked out the peephole. Dr Nefario followed closely not wanting Gru to kill his acquaintance. The older man pushed the other aside to see who it was.
"Password?"
"Juan Ponce de León is in Florida."
"Ah, Delilah DeBaucher I presume?" Gru lowered his gun as Dr Nefario greeted the late guest.
"Right on, old man." In walked a very thin and tall twenty five year old woman. She had wavy shoulder length strawberry blonde hair tucked behind her ears. Make up was piled on her face, hiding her green eyes and giving her a creepy red smile. Her outfit was a full-length leather jump suit that was open on top showing the yellow top underneath. The collar of the black jump suit was turned upwards giving the woman a rebel without cause feel. Around her small hips hung a large belt with a whip hanging off from a clip. To the other side she carried a large black bag and she held a black clipboard in her hands. She looked up to the taller man and offered her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Gru."
The instant Gru saw her he knew what the other man was thinking. "No."