Hello all, once again I come bearing a gift of an update. Funny story, as I was writing this, I accidentally hit the enter key and posted the unfinished chapter. Luckily, I took it down quickly enough that I suspect only Ignis fatuusm, our resident Lurker, got any kind of peak at it, but hey, still a little embarrassing.

And, regarding the name of this chapter vote, that was actually a little error of my own, but I thought that the whole, 'Part two' ending should clue in anyone about which memory, or rather, continuation of a memory this was.

Now, let's not waste any time, and enjoy some times with Nǎinai.


Your mind struggled to comprehend the words that came from your Nǎinai's mouth.

Villain? Like, someone who faced the heroes while laughing in the background like in your cartoons? What did they have to do with anything.

Apparently your confusion showed on your face, given the way that Nǎinai's eyes seemed to soften as they looked down at you, though losing none of their shining flame.

"Oh, Little Sprig, You are still so young, and so naive. Don't worry, we will teach you." She said in a kind, almost maternal way.

Though a little uncomfortable with having such a stare being squared right at you, you still felt a little hit to your growing pride.

"Hey! You don't need to teach me Nǎinai! I know what a Villain is!" You cried out in indignity.

Where did she get off, doubting your brain? You were a Boy Genius, Everyone said so!

But it seemed your attempt to convey that point only served to amuse your Nǎinai.

"Do you now, my Little Sprig? Then tell me..." Your Nǎinai began before trailing off, suddenly focusing both eyes sharper than you had ever knew was possible. It was made especially intimidating by her scar now being highlighted against the last lights of the sunset behind them.

"What is a Villain?"

You gulped a little, now feeling even more unnerved than you did when you first showed Father and Mama your inventions, but you tried to soldier on as best as you could, as was only right for a Spicer.

"Ah-A Villain, is s-someone who f-fights the Good guys? O-or causes pr-problems? I-is that right?" You finally stuttered out under the watchful gaze of Nǎinai.

Compared to the reactions you were imagining, you certainly didn't expect your Nǎinai to begin chuckling in a manner you were quickly beginning to associate with her at your answer.

"Dofufufufu! Oh, Little Sprig, that was more of an answer than what I expected from someone of your age, but you are missing quite a few things in that thought." Nǎinai said as she giggled into her hand.

As her giggles, which you still weren't sure what about your statement was so funny seemed to have caused, died down, she soon returned to her ordinary stance, though this time with her head raised just a bit higher, as if trying to look down at your small form, as if a hawk hunting a mouse.

"Allow your Nǎinai to... dispel your Ignorance. Follow me, child." With those cryptic words, Nǎinai suddenly turned around and began walking.

You let out a squawk at the sudden change in tone and action, leaving your small legs to scramble to catch up to your surprisingly fast Nǎinai as she continued to walk.

After the fifth minute of walking, and now wondering they were actually going anywhere, you finally worked up the courage to ask where you were heading.

"Umm, Nǎinai? Where are we going? And are we close?" You questioned hesitantly, wondering if this was perhaps the thing known as 'senility'.

As your Nǎinai turned around, she flashed a wide, tooth bearing grin at you, showing you the complete collection of missing, sliver, and even gold teeth filling her mouth.

"Do not worry Little Sprig, we are already here." She said before turning back around.

As you tried to figure out what THAT meant, you caught view of your Nǎinai reaching towards one of the many weapons adorning the wall beside them, but you couldn't see what exactly it was she was touching, due to a combination of your short height, and her shielding the object with her body.

Then, all other thoughts left your head as you heard the tell tale click of gears moving, before the floor in front of you suddenly rose up, startling you from your feet as you backed away, allowing you to see that the new addition was an old fashioned Elevator with a gate keeping it closed. Spoiler: Going Down?
You felt your jaw drop a little at that unexpected turn of events. Why did your grandparents have a secret elevator in their mansion? Could it be...

Your thoughts were cut off at the sound of the metal cage squealing open, having thrown them aside without any care, and stepping inside.

"Well Little Sprig, are you just going to sit there all night gaping, or will you follow your Nǎinai and learn something new?" Nǎinai questioned from within the elevator, on eyebrow raised as if this were a regular occurrence.

The choice was simple, so you got to your feet as quickly as you could, and made your way to the elevator, trying your hardest to keep any excitement or jitters under raps. But how could you, if you were right...

Again your thoughts were cut off by the elevator, but this time it was due to it suddenly lurching downward, as if cut from its lines.

You screamed your little heart out, sure this was the end, while your Nǎinai laughed loudly all the way.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you felt the elevator stop, sending you solidly on your butt, where you proceeded to stay as you tried to get your breath and heart rate back under control after what had to be at LEAST a solid minute of screaming and terror.

As you finally approached normalcy again, you caught view of your Nǎinai looking at you again, and quite frankly could NOT find it in yourself to censor your thoughts for a minute.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" You shouted as you said the word you knew not to use. You were a Genius, of course you knew what the 'Bad Words' meant, but you just didn't like using them usually. They were less of a challenge to use than other words, but for the moment, they fit your needs just fine.

This only seemed to amuse your Nǎinai even more.

"First young man, Language. Secondly, THAT was a cheap scare I like to do to whoever comes down here. A little excitement does the heart good, if you didn't know. Now, let us move forward, it is nearing your bedtime, and there is still quite a lot to show you."

With that, Nǎinai moved out the elevator and down the corridor you had found yourself in, which you quickly began to follow as well, not really trusting the old woman nearly as much as you did previously.

However, any doubt or disbelief was quickly torn away, as you both finally entered a room you could have only dreamed off.

It was a Laboratory, in the same way an alien spaceship was technically a flying object. Everything you saw looked too fantastic to ever be real.

In one corner was an actual pillar of LAVA, but it was running upward, into some kind of device that was emitting an eerie blue light.

Across the way was a pile discarded tools and parts, but even they were insane, consisting of things like giant blades, claws, almost cartoon-esce bombs, and so much more you couldn't even begin to describe.

The entire ceiling of the place seemed to be made of some kind of crystal as well, casting rainbows and light in equal measure all over the place, but somehow never shining in your eyes.

The most normal thing about the place was the quiet almost library-like brackets and shelves of books and other knickknacks making the last corner, but even they gave off a sense of wonder, mystery, and something you just couldn't place.

Oh, and the one thing that absolutely blew your mind?

The Robots.

Thousands of them, flying too and fro, mixing chemicals of ever mixture, moving materials of every state, and filling the air in volumes and coordination that Bumblebees could only WISH for.

As you struggled to find words to comprehend the sight in front of you, you felt the touch of your Nǎinai's hand on your shoulder, and looked up for a moment, tearing your eyes up to meet her own.

As you did, you saw that the flames from earlier had only grown larger, and could only assume your own were just the same.

"Welcome, my little Jack, to MY Laboratory."

END OF CHAPTER

CHOICE: Choose One of the Below for our Second Recollection

[] Everyone Started Somewhere Part 3

[] Science in Action

[]Sister Sister

[] That's What it's All A-Bot

END OF CHOICE

And there we have it. As you can plainly see, we have a LONG way to go before we reach the same levels of Badassitude as our Nǎinai. And let's not even get STARTED on Grandpa.

Also, I now have an Apocrypha section for this Thread! So now, whenever someone writes an omake, I can add it right to the story, helping us all stay neat and tidy! Hooray for OCD Satisfaction! Welp, that's all I had to say, so with that..

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