Metro City: somewhere which had been chosen to play host to two young otherworldly beings who had been jettisoned from their destroyed home planets. As they grew older, the duo became rivals and while one fell into the role of hero, the other adopted the mantle of villain. Their misadventures made newspaper headlines all throughout the city over the years.
But, when the hero disappeared and the villain came to miss the witty banter and heated battles shared between them, he invented a replacement who quickly switched sides. While his entire life and everything he had known began to fall apart around him, he was forced to put his creation back in his place and set things right. He reluctantly became the hero, got the girl, and realized his destiny. Everything felt perfect again.
That however, isn't the end of the story
You had come to this city a few months ago, hearing of the new era of peace ushered in by its new champion: Megamind. Secretly, you had hoped to meet him, but 'join the club' is what you're sure anyone would tell you if you said as much. Maybe you wish you could say he wasn't the only reason you chose this town as your ideal place to live. But, that would be a huge lie, wouldn't it? You aren't particularly ashamed of it, but some of your new friends like to tease you about it from time to time. Even now, downtown as you lounge in your apartment, your mind wanders and you begin to think about what the hero might do with his time when there isn't some crisis for him to be called on to avert.
Megamind had spent many of the days following his role shift with Roxanne Ritchi, the self-proclaimed 'girl of his dreams'. Everybody had been happy to see them get together, from what you'd been told (you came along afterward). The televised hostage situation with Roxanne had tugged at everyone's heartstrings, and when she cried out for Megamind's help, apparently everyone's hearts had collectively melted. You catch yourself wishing you could have been here then, sometimes. But, once you remember the level of destruction inflicted to the downtown area you quickly reconsider. It had taken him a while, but he eventually developed his own style. He had realized that mirroring the old hero wasn't the right way to go, and instead decided he could save the city as himself. He successfully disposed of the first big threat since he accepted his new position, and only got better at the job as time passed.
While he went on with the repair and defense of Metro City, Roxie also continued with her job as a reporter. From the outside things seemed to be going well for them both, but some say that they had a falling out not too long after the inauguration of his new museum. Even though you couldn't begin to fathom what they might have fought over—what with all the good things people were always saying about their relationship—that is what you had been hearing through the grapevine. What is obvious at the very least, is that they never appear together publicly anymore.
Even if that isn't enough evidence, you have your own reason to think that there might be some truth to the rumors. In the few solo appearance you had seen them in since those stories began circulating, neither of the two seemed to be in particularly good spirits. Their energy levels were low, and anyone with eyes could see that they both had something on their mind that nagged at them; so clear that it didn't even seem like they were trying to hide it—like they were tired of hiding it.
From what you can figure, if he isn't with Roxanne anymore, he probably just squabbles with Minion between jobs, now. After all, you had seen the two of them interact on television a few times and they seem so much like brothers. It makes the both of them feel an awful lot more relatable and down-to-earth. The thought actually brings a smile to your face if you're being honest with yourself. But, sitting in your room pondering these things isn't really how you had planned to spend your day. Productive as you are, you hadn't had any plans to begin with, truthfully. Since the weather outside is actually really pleasant though, you feel compelled to take a walk.
As you step out, you breathe deep of the warm, Spring air. You hear the singing of birds on the wind and take a look up at the clear blue sky free of clouds. Things are usually very peaceful now, and today isn't looking to be much of an exception. At a leisure pace, you start forward with no set destination in mind, and every once in a while as you walk, you manage to spot a brainbot zipping past on its rounds. The mechanical barks they make have come to be a welcome sound by now. It wasn't long ago that Megamind had hatched the idea of deploying them to serve as his eyes and ears on the streets. It took him a while to iron out all the kinks, but they bite a lot less often, now. Ever since they were put to work, criminals have been having a really tough time getting anything past the hero, and most have stopped trying. People have almost forgotten the town has a police department. They've mostly been relegated to petty crimes and clean up.
You have to admit, it's a lot easier to just get out and do things when you don't have to be worrying about fending off some mugger every time you turn a corner. You weren't here before Megamind took the reins, but you've become a lot more outgoing since moving here, and his regimen seems to have been nothing if not beneficial. In fact, the streets are usually bustling with activity thanks to this newfound security, but... when you actually bring it to your attention and take another good look around, you realize there isn't much of anybody nearby. Is something going on?
As if to answer your internal question, an explosion rings out from down the street. You can feel the vibrations in your bones, and you almost lose your footing. Of all the times for you to decide to go out, you left when you did, and now you're caught up in... you don't even know what. Once you gather your bearings, you turn to lay eyes on a mushroom cloud of billowing, black smoke rising from the bank to taint the bright blue above. You know that things like this occasionally do still happen despite the relative peace, but it almost feels surreal that it's happening now with you actually being a factor in it. Yet, here it is, and here you are.
"Seriously?" you find yourself asking in disbelief. "A bank heist?"
Cliché as the crime may be, you're pretty sure that hanging around to watch wouldn't be the wisest decision for you to make. You have no doubt that Megamind will show up and everything will be fine, but if you don't get some distance between the scene and yourself, there's no telling what might happen in the meantime. Unfortunately for you, the explosion is followed up by another one of equal magnitude, and this time your legs give out from under you and you crumple to the cement. The tremors slowly come to a stop again, and you do scramble back to your feet as quickly as you can, but...
it isn't quick enough.
You take a few staggering backward steps away from what's going on and your gaze settles on a group of thugs making their way out of the building, sacks of cash slung over their shoulders. Immediately, your eyes widen as one of them looks right back at you and it's too late to look away. Beads of cold sweat course down your temple. They know you're a witness now—they won't just let you go. Why, then, aren't you running?
Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you about-face and set out at a sprint. A pair of the thieves is hot on your tail; you can hear their footfalls behind you. You just need to vie for time. Adrenaline is pumping through your system, but will you really be able to outrun them? Well... it soon proves not to matter, regardless. You barely make it halfway down the block when everything suddenly goes quiet. You stop, giving your breath a moment to catch up with you. Upon apprehensively glancing over your shoulder to assess the new situation...
you see him there. Megamind. He saved you just in time.
Now sure everything is under control, you make the full turn, spotting his famous de-gun which sits poised in his hand as he kneels to scoop up the steaming, bright blue cubes that had once been men. It takes a moment for it to register that the dehydration process isn't fatal. Megamind doesn't kill. Even so, you swallow a lump that you didn't even realize had formed in your throat. This is the closest you've ever been to him.
Once the ringing and blood rushing in your ears dies down, the sound of ACϟDC playing in the distance is carried to you on a soft breeze. A concert's worth of laser lights are dancing through the air and along the pavement. It's such a spectacle that you can't help laughing despite yourself. Megamind is of course known for his grand entrances, and he isn't pulling any punches this time either. It makes all the fear from a moment ago just melt away.
You're so lost in it that before you can even realize, he's right in front of you with concern in his large, green eyes. "Are you alright?" he asks you as he spins his trusty gun and fits it back into its holster. The sudden sounding of his voice gives you a start, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's glancing idly behind himself, seemingly to make sure there aren't any stragglers he might have missed.
"I'm fine," you respond, brushing yourself off before giving a sheepish smile. "Just a little shaken up, I guess." Perhaps the understatement of the year, but you aren't physically hurt, at least.
He looks straight at you and returns your smile with a wide, confident grin. "Lucky for you I came along."
The music increases in volume and he starts dancing in place, Minion approaching from down the street with a boombox on his shoulder and the rhythm in his step. You realize that you're laughing again. It could have been under better circumstances, but you're really glad that you finally got to meet Megamind in person. It's true that he may have been a villain at one time, but he really does make a great hero. Something about him just makes you feel safe and content.
"Yeah..." you murmur then, more to yourself than to anyone else. Watching as Megamind pulls out some more elaborate dance moves, you chuckle. "Yeah. Lucky me."