Wasabi was OCD. It was a simple fact. Everything had its place and everything should be in its place. It was practically his motto. He hated messes, or anything out-of-order. So, maybe it was a little more than weird when he signed up to be a superhero. He'd done it for Tadashi, one of his best friends, and Hiro, a kid who'd been through too much as it was.

Still, it was more than a little surprising when Hiro tried to get Baymax to kill a man. Sure, Callahan was a terrible human being, but killing him would be too much, especially with the robot Tadashi had made to heal people. He didn't like the look that Hiro had on his face when he told Baymax to destroy. It was the same look Callahan wore when he said Tadashi had died of his own accord. It was cold and calculating, filled with unseen rage. Baymax became a pawn, like the rest of them were to Callahan, but Baymax was forced to kill. The red eyes a product of Hiro's control over him, and the chip he made that gave Baymax fighting skills. Like the king moving the pieces around, Baymax was used to bring the other king into checkmate. It sickened him. They, Honey Lemon, Fred, GoGo, and himself, tried to stop Baymax, but failed, only to have Honey Lemon reinsert the chip Hiro had taken out. Hiro, being the sullen and hurt teenager he was, yelled at them and flew away.

Wasabi finally remembered that he was on a radioactive island, now stranded, and covered in dirt and scratches.

But, none of that mattered now.

Fred knew he wasn't smart. After all, he wasn't a student at the college, just a mascot. He joked around, supported the school, and made funny nicknames. He'd always found a fascination in super-heroes, and science was the biggest cause of them in his comics, so it was natural to want to mascot there. His parent pulled some strings to get him the job, with them being rich and all (something he hated to mention). He never really showed his emotions, being laid back and content all the time.

He had never been happier when he got to be a superhero. After all, it was his dream. His suit was sweet-looking. Unfortunately, every hero story has its ups and downs, and the fact Hiro tried to kill the bad guy was one of them. The way he yelled at Baymax wasn't right, especially when he tore out the chip Tadashi had made. The eyes he'd grown accustomed to disappeared into a fiery red that bore through him. It was just like when a villain took control of the hero, but Hiro was the mastermind, which didn't make any sense. He tried to save the day, but was only thrown to the ground. Honey Lemon saved the day by putting in the chip. Baymax apologized and helped him up, but he was still apprehensive. This confused him, but then he realized, this wasn't in a comic book. There was no good or evil. Sometimes lines between them blurred, because this was real life. Just like there was darkness, but it wasn't always bad, like how the black eyes of Baymax were kinder than the burning red. There wouldn't always be a happy ending, and sometimes the heroes lost. And, after Hiro left them behind, he called his family chopper to pick them up. He felt hollow and hurt.

Fred wasn't a deep thinker. His mind flew with ideas, but he never focused on them.

Fred wasn't ever sad. In fact, he was always happy and found the brighter side of things.

But, now he couldn't see the light at all.