A/N: Eeee, nervous! Ehem, so, hello - it's Lex again, except this time with a multi-chaptered fic! Naturally, that means it will be completely and utterly ludicrous in nature. Hehe.
This is a Heroes, Sylaire-style adaption of the movie 'Megamind'. I'd recommend watching it if you haven't so that you 1), catch all the callbacks to the movie canon, and 2), can simply enjoy a cute, funny animated movie that's a little more geared to adult humor than most animated movies ;)
Alright, now a little note about how this work has been adapted from the movie:
The first major shift of canon divergence happens after chapter 3. If you've seen the movie, you'll notice I kept mostly near-verbatim scenes from the movie up until that point.
This work will focus more on the relationship of Sylaire (or, Roxanne/Megamind, I guess) than it did in the movie. Like, a lot more. This is written as a Sylaire story with the crack-y benefits of a Megamind AU.
Sylar isn't blue or possessing a large head but he does have an equivalent feature of mocking - his eyebrows. I explain Luke's differences from Minion in the story.
Aaaand everything else of relevance will be put in later, probably at the end of its related chapter, because SPOILERS! *rubs hands together* Now on with the fic!
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Oh and leave a review/critique, perchance? This is my first AU adaption so feedback is hiiiiighly wished for! Like, I will give you a virtual hug. Which is, you know, virtual, but I mean, a stranger coming up to you and hugging you is a little weird, right? Yeah ;)
(This is also being cross-posted at AO3, by the way!)
Disclaimer: I live vicariously through other people's works and have no shame in admitting that. That pretty much sums up all this disclaimer needs to be.
I had a fairly standard childhood. I came from what you might call a broken home. Literally broken. My home planet was destroyed by a black hole, force already beginning to crush it by the time I was beamed off. I was eight days old at the time and still living with my parents. Hah, how sad is that? Clearly it was time to move on, no matter if the black hole came or not.
My mother, a dark-haired woman with gentle eyes, swept me up from my crib in a hurry that day. I didn't know her very well but I knew my father even less. I saw him, what, two days of my life? My memories of that instance are more focused on him than anything else. Pathetic.
"Here is your minion. He will take care of you," I recall my father saying. My mother didn't seem particularly pleased at the metal ball with an electronic voice coming out of it sitting in my lap, at least not until my father said it was supposed to take care of me. I was moving on — I didn't need a babysitter! Especially not one that seemed to be just a machine.
"And here's your binky," my mother had said with a pat on the head. My father pressed a button and the protective shield over the pod lowered. "Oh, my sweet boy, you are destined toward—"
I didn't hear the end of that last part, but it sounded important. Nevermind. I was off to discover this so-called destiny, anyway.
It turns out a kid from the Rock squadron, a series of planets behind my own that were also being destroyed, had the exact same idea. That was the day I met Mr. Eagle Scout — and our glorious rivalry was born!
It wasn't long before we both reached and entered Earth's atmosphere. Mr. Eagle Scout's pod was faster than mine but he took a different route and for a minute, I was relieved. He was insufferable! Minion's ball form rolled in my hands a bit as he spoke, alerting me to an exciting prospect ahead. A gigantic, sprawling mansion that was lit up like a beacon.
Could this be what I was destined for? A dream life filled with luxury and the best of everything that one could ever have?
Mr. Eagle Scout appeared out of nowhere then, his stronger pod hitting mine out of the way as he slid smoothly into the house. Well then! Apparently not! Even fate picked its favorites, but that was no big deal. A much different fate awaited me, one where I would fit in perfectly.
It turned out to be a lovely little place to call home. Its official name, though, was 'Mercy City Prison: for the criminally gifted' and no matter where I went after, I would continue to return to it.
I guess if my home planet wasn't destroyed, I would probably go back there too. Anyway, we're getting off track.
That place had some of the most honest people inside of its walls that I have ever known. They taught me the differences between right and wrong and encouraged me in all of my inventions. A few were used to test escape attempts, but when the Warden took away all of my tools, they all signed a piece of paper saying they wouldn't try that again. And so the experimentations were allowed to continue and oh was it fun!
Mr. Eagle Scout, on the other hand, had life handed to him on a silver platter. Everything he wanted was an ask away. Even things he didn't have to ask for that were simply innately him, like the power of flight, invulnerability, and great hair. It had a mind of its own, that hair.
It was after a few years and with some time off for good behavior that I was given an opportunity to better myself through learning at a strange place called school. It was also there that I once again ran into Mr. Eagle Scout and learned of that nickname to give him. Unfortunately, he had already amassed a large army of soft-headed groupies that adored that particular insult and backed him up in any way they could.
He bought their affection with showmanship and extravagant gifts of deliciousness, like popcorn. So I decided that I too would make this popcorn pop and win over those mindless drones. I stayed up into the early morning hours for a week straight perfecting another robotic suit for Minion, who had since adopted the name Luke and, with the camera eyes I managed to make him, was now trying out various hologrammed faces.
But back to the main event. This time, the suit was completed with a laser!
Things at the demonstration of it, however, went... less smooth than I had hoped. The school nearly caught on fire. But then Mr. Eagle Scout jumped into action with the fire extinguisher and got a gold star on the chest for it.
That's when I learned a very hard lesson. Good receives all the praise and adulation while perceived evil is sent for quiet time in the corner.
As you can see, fitting in wasn't really an option. While they were learning the 'Itsy Bitsy Spider', all smashed in beside one another on the reading time cushions, I learned how to dehydrate animate objects, like cockroaches, and rehydrate them at will over at the craft table with only Luke for company.
Some days it felt like it was just me and Luke against the world. No matter how hard I tried, I was always the odd man out, the last one picked. The one deemed a screw up, black sheep, bad boy. If I tried to defend myself from, say, those hard red rubber balls that were thrown around as a 'sport', I got in trouble. It's not as if I intended for the forcefield to bounce the balls into the windows of the school and hit the teacher!
But back to the corner I went while Mr. Eagle Scout got yet another gold star. They practically made up his whole shirt.
It was on a similar day to that when I found myself in the corner again, only this time with a new thought. Was this my destiny? As if a lightbulb went off in my head, I rapidly thought over the idea, intensely considering what the rest of my life was like. Maybe it was. Being bad is the one thing I'm good at and the one thing I am expected to show.
Then, it hit me. If I was the bad boy, then I was going to be the baddest one of them all!
I was destined to be a super villain and Mr. Eagle Scout and I were destined to be rivals. The die had been cast and so began an enduring, epic, lifelong career; and I loved it!
Our battles quickly became more elaborate. He would win some; I would almost win others. He took the name Mercy Man; defender of Mercity. I decided to pick something a little more humble, and named after my favorite watch — Sylar; incredibly handsome criminal genius with normal- sized eyebrows!
But, nothing stays the same for forever. That too was another lesson I would have to learn the hard way.
