A/N: Hey guys! Here's the new chapter. BTW, I'm kinda worried that my story is missing an element. If you agree, will you let me know what you think it is in the reviews. Anywho, thanks for reading, and shoutouts go to , TheTrueQueenofice, and psychokic, for reviewing.
Disclaimer: I still don't own BH6.
Hiro was currently frustrated. His arms were tied behind his back, and he was being forced to watch a machine manufacture his microbots for some creep in a mask that kidnapped him. The guy probably had some big take-over-the-world plan. Curious as to what the plan may entail, Hiro tried to nonchalantly get information out of him.
"Planning on taking over the world huh?" Hiro said.
"No, just the world of one man," he replied.
"Seriously? You need all this to kill a guy?" Hiro raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not just going to destroy him. I'm going to take everything he's worked for from him, and then I'll kill him."
"Why exactly are you mad at him?" Hiro questioned.
"My own reasons," the man said evasively.
"Who are you?" Hiro asked.
"Who I am is none of your concern. Your only concern is how you're going to make me a headband that controls these bots using my brainwaves. Because if you mess up, the consequences could be painful."
Tadashi had upgraded Baymax's scanner, and was working on armor for the large robot, when Honey Lemon came into the garage.
"Tadashi it's late," she said. You should come inside and sleep. You can finish in the morning."
"I've almost figured out the structural weaknesses in Baymax's armor," he protested.
"It's late," she replied. "You need to get rest, or you won't have any energy to find Hiro."
"It's just so hard to go to bed wondering where Hiro is, and not knowing if he even has a bed. That's not a recipe for a mental lullaby, you know?"
"I'm worried about him too," Honey Lemon said. "But working yourself to exhaustion isn't going to do him any good."
"All right," Tadashi sighed. He deactivated Baymax, and put away his tools. He then shut down his computer, making sure to save his work. He started to walk into the house when Honey Lemon stopped him by wrapping her arms tightly around his middle. Recovering quickly from his mild shock, Tadashi returned the hug.
"We'll make it through this together," she murmured.
"Thank you," he replied. "I needed to hear that."
"Now go to bed mi amor."
"Yes Ma'am," Tadashi replied, a soft smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
Inside everyone worked out sleeping arrangements. Tadashi had tried to tell them all that they didn't have to stay, but no one had listened to him. While Tadashi had been busy in the garage with Baymax, they had all gone to their separate homes to get other clothes. Now, they were all piled in the living room with blankets and pillows.
"It's like a giant sleepover!" Fred exclaimed, somewhat quietly in respect of sleeping neighbors. Everyone, including Fred was more subdued in comparison to other nights, simply because they were all worried about Hiro, and it was almost 2:30 in the morning when everyone was finally asleep.
Hiro was also asleep. He was still sitting in the chair, and was still bound tightly, but had somehow managed to drift into peaceful oblivion. Peaceful, was relative, and momentary. Hiro often struggled with nightmares. Often, they were flashbacks, construed to something of a far greater proportion of evil than the original event. Sometimes, they were of events that never happened. Either way, they were horrific, terrifying, and Hiro was lucky to share a room with Tadashi who could wake him up and calm him down in a matter of minu This time, Tadashi wasn't here, and his nightmare played itself out completely.
"Tadashi, no!" Hiro cried.
"Callaghan's in there. Someone has to help!" Hiro watched him run into the flaming showcase building. The building exploded, and Hiro was thrown back. The flames enveloped the building, and Hiro watched, devastated as the fire consumed his brother.
"No!" shouted Hiro. He jolted awake, sweating and panting. He tried moving his arms to wipe his face, but they were tied to the chair still. About the only part of his body that could move was his head, and it did, almost of its own accord. Feeling claustrophobic, Hiro began to thrash, and his breathing quickened. He felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and everything blurred and faded away, as he drifted back to peaceful oblivion.
