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"I wanna help!" Hiro exclaims, fighting my protective grip on him. "Seriously, Dashi, let me go!"

"No, Hiro," I growl, finally managing to force him back into the bed. "You are not coming with me. You're literally in a hospital bed with a heck of a lot of stitches in a sucking chest wound and you're banged up all over and…"

I sigh. "I just don't want you to get hurt, Hiro. I couldn't live with it if you died because I let you come with me."

Hiro gives me a slight smile. "I know. But you know I couldn't live with it either if you died."

I give him a kiss on the forehead, just like our mother used to do—I started doing it after she and Dad were killed in the lab explosion. The very first time I performed the bedtime ritual was the night our parents died, when tiny, innocent, three-year-old Hiro lay curled up in a hospital bed. He was hurt and confused and upset, and the kiss caused him to burst into tears and grab my shirt like he always did as a baby. When I sleep in his bed with him on cold winter nights, to keep my baby brother warm, Hiro still snuggles against my chest, listening to my heartbeat and clutching my shirt. It's the most adorable thing in the world.

Those moments are what I live for. Because I would give up anything for my baby brother. That's why he's not coming with me.

"Be safe, Dashi," Hiro whispers. "Please don't die."

I almost laugh. This is not really a dangerous trip. All I'm doing is retrieving a few chips. Nevertheless, I give both Hiro and Aunt Cass a quick hug, then set off toward what could be my end.

The hallway is dark and quiet, and I feel like I need to tiptoe through it. I'm unbelievably clumsy, though, so that doesn't really help—I trip over thin air like three times.

Finally, I reach the room at the end of the hall and cross to the cupboards. Where's the button? Contrary to the rumors about it, I do not simply know things like that off the top of my head. Even so, I manage to discover the button on the side of a cabinet and press it.

The cupboards descend into the floor, revealing a door. I tentatively pull it open and step into the darkness, feeling nothing in front of me. I just hope there's a—

I plummet several feet to a hard surface and land on my side, getting all the wind knocked out of me.

—floor.

I push myself to my feet, massaging my ribs. Note to self: next time you step into a dark passageway, make sure the floor is on the same level you are.

After making sure that nothing is broken, I start to look around the burned-out lab. I inhale sharply as I realize that this must be why Hiro had small burns and smokestains earlier—I forgot to ask him, but I don't think I need to. What happened? Why did this lab burn down?

I see the tipped-over Bunsen burner on the table, along with a fallen bottle of isopropyl alcohol (rubbing alcohol for those who didn't major in chemistry). That's obviously what caused the lab to burn down.

Looking around the room, I spot a small button on the wall. I wish there was a convenient label that said "attention! secret compartment here!" or something like that. But I guess it wouldn't be very secret if it had a sign like that. Deciding to assume this is the compartment, I cross over to the wall and press the button.

Thankfully, I've assumed correctly. A small space opens in the wall, revealing the two chips—one red, one green. I scoop them into my hands, and my fingertips brush a piece of paper.

I shove the chips into my pocket and unfold the piece of paper.

It's some kind of diagram, detailing a tall, slender robot. Smaller drawings of different designs line the bottom. I recognize every silhouette, which is concerning. Each of these looks like a different member of Big Hero 6. The main drawing on the paper is obviously Honey, but I can see everyone else represented at the bottom. Including Hiro.

So whoever is really behind this has been designing robots. And they all look exactly like the different members of the team.

Are GoGo, Wasabi, Fred, and maybe even Dr. Armstrong and Ellie not dead? Could they be alive, only highly realistic robots buried in their graves? If so, where are they? And what about Baymax? Is he secretly hiding somewhere?

"This is hurting my brain," I mutter.

Suddenly, I hear a voice behind me.

"Excellent job, Tadashi. But I assure you, I think that will hurt your brain less than this will."

I spin around, ready to fight whichever supervillain it is, but I'm too slow.

I catch a glimpse of purplish light, and it's the last thing I see before something slams into the side of my head and the world goes black.

I wake up in a dark room, my head throbbing. I reach up to the side of my skull to find a bump that must be two inches across. Ouch. Pushing myself halfway up, I try to make out my surroundings, but it's too dark. I can't see a thing.

A voice penetrates the darkness, one I know well. "Dashi?"

"Honey?" I whisper. "Is that you?"

"It's me," she says quietly. "I'm so sorry…I promise, it wasn't me. I would never try to kill Hiro, and I'd never try to hurt you. Are you…are you okay?"

I sit all the way up, rubbing my head and wincing. "I'm okay. Just a little sore."

"Are you sure?"

I nod, then remember Honey can't see me. "I'm sure. What about you? Have you been here for the past week?"

"Yeah," Honey whispers. "I don't know who kidnapped us. I was coming to visit you in your hospital room, but he—I think it's a he, based on the voice?—tranquilized me with something and brought me here. It's been completely dark for a week." Honey's voice trembles, as if she worries she'll never see light again.

"Hey," I say softly. "It's gonna be okay." I reach out, and after some floundering in the dark, my hand brushes Honey's cheek.

"I'm here."

—HIRO—

As soon as Aunt Cass falls asleep, I try to get out of bed. I have to go help Tadashi. He's been gone for almost an hour and he said it would only take twenty minutes, so I've decided I have to save him.

Getting out of bed proves to be difficult, though. The wound in my side aches and stings when I move, and my stupid sprained shoulder isn't making it any easier. I finally manage to maneuver myself into the wheelchair, which can be hooked up to my IV and oxygen. I take the finger clip off, though. It's super annoying.

I wheel myself down the hall and into the elevator, heading to the lab exit I escaped out of. What am I thinking, going to possibly confront a murderer in a wheelchair with an IV and an oxygen tank? I couldn't tackle a guy even at the best of times. And like this? Maybe not the best idea.

Nevertheless, I keep going. I have to save Tadashi—whatever it takes.

Finally, I reach the emergency exit of the lab and quietly roll in, hoping I don't trigger any alarms. I don't, so I begin to study the place, looking for Tadashi.

"Dashi!" I call. "Are you here? Where are you?"

My wheelchair runs over something, and I stop, looking down to see what it is. I gasp.

It's a blueprint and two chips, one red and one green. I pick them up and tuck them into the wheelchair next to me. These are what Tadashi was asked to find—but either he didn't find them or something stopped him from taking them.

I hurriedly wheel myself out of there, resolving to get back to my room and call Tadashi. Wherever he is, I hope he still has his phone.

I roll into the elevator and press the third-floor button. As I go out onto my floor, though, every light in the hall suddenly flickers and goes out. And then I hear a voice.

"Hello, Hiro Hamada. It seems we meet again."

I know that voice. Too well for my liking.

"Obake," I say, trying not to let my voice shake. "What did you do with Tadashi?"

Obake laughs. "I simply…took him out, as you may call it. He is not dead, I assure you. And he is not alone. I have the rest of your team as well."

"You can't. They're—they're gone."

"On the contrary, Hiro, I think not. They are very much alive—even your beloved robot."

I hope he's telling the truth. I want them to live. I need them to live. I need Tadashi to live.

Obake speaks again, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine. "I want you alive too, Hiro. But I will not hesitate to use force. Even so, I won't kill you. I want you to help me. I know you can and you know you can. So—join me, and your brother will live. Your friends will live. Even if I must take you by force, if you agree in the end, they will live. If you refuse, though…" He laughs. "None of you will. Now, what is your choice? I ask respectfully for your help in building a better world."

"No," I say quietly. "No, I can't. We might live, but thousands of civilians are going to die. I can't let you do that."

"Is that your final answer?" Obake asks, and the tone of his voice scares me. I still can't see him, only hear him, and that makes it so much worse. Still, I respond, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, Hiro. On your own head be it."

And suddenly, I see a glow of red eyes.

My whole body tenses up. Oh no.

It's Baymax.

And he's on kill mode.

I turn the wheelchair around and start rolling as fast as I can, trying not to scream. Kill-mode Baymax is not a good thing. I have to get away from him or somehow get his healthcare chip back in. But I'm not tall enough, and besides, I'm in a wheelchair.

My arms are burning from trying to move the wheelchair faster, but I can't slow down. I can't let Obake take me. But the hallway is dark and I'm only moving forward by feel, I don't know where our room—

The ground under my wheelchair disappears.

I let out a yelp of terror as I fall jerkily down the stairs, the chair remaining mostly upright until the very end, at which point it tips over onto its side and throws me out. I land sprawled on the hard floor, which sends jolts of pain through my whole body. Ignoring this, I try to get up, but my foot gets tangled in my oxygen tube and I fall over.

I frantically untangle myself and right the wheelchair as the killer Baymax storms down the stairs, rocket fist aimed directly at me.

Quietly, I limp forward into the darkness, heading for the next flight of stairs. I'm dragging my oxygen tank and my IV, but I'm gonna have to leave the wheelchair behind. It's my best chance.

Walking, however, presents some difficulty. My legs aren't hurt, except maybe a couple bruises, but my side stings whenever I breathe or move and I know I shouldn't be exerting myself this much. But I have to get away from here and save Tadashi.

I make it to the stairs and tiptoe down them, then the ones that lead to the ground floor. I stumble into the waiting room, collapsing into a chair, and flag down a passing nurse. He listens to my story with wide eyes, grabs me a new wheelchair, and then calls the police.

Almost as soon as they arrive, I get a call from Aunt Cass.

Oh my gosh. I forgot about her—she's still up in my hospital room! And there is legit a killer Baymax on that floor!

My hands shaking, I answer the call. "Hey, Aunt Cass…"

"Hiro!" she explodes. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine…listen, keep that door locked and see if you can get out the window. Baymax is up on your floor. He…he's on kill mode. Be careful."

"I will—but where are you?!"

"Relax! I'm just on the ground floor!"

Aunt Cass lets out a sigh of relief. "Okay. Be safe. Don't do anything stupid."

I laugh. "I never do anything stupid."

Aunt Cass makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a snort. "Alright, Hiro. Last hug—air style."

"Last hug."

I hang up and decide I need to try and call Tadashi next. I don't know where he is, but he's definitely in trouble. And Dashi has gotten me out of many a sticky situation, so I owe him for that.

Actually, I owe my big brother a lot more.

I owe him everything.

—TADASHI—

My phone—how do I still have that?—buzzes in my pocket. Over and over again. I hurriedly press the answer button, realizing that it's Hiro. He's probably worried sick.

"Hiro!" I whisper-shout over his frantic exclamations. "Shh! I'm in some kind of cell—it's pitch-black, but I'm with Honey. Some guy knocked me out and kidnapped me—where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine—Obake came after me, he tried to kidnap me too, but I got away—Dashi, he's got Baymax on kill mode!"

I inhale sharply. "So that's who it is! I should have known! And Baymax is still around?"

"Yeah…he's kinda messed up, though. On the bright side, I have the chips," Hiro says, his voice brightening. "Where do you think you are?"

I think for a moment. "I…I have no idea. I don't know how long I was unconscious, so I could be anywhere." I turn to Honey. "How long was I out?"

"About twenty minutes after he brought you in," Honey replies. "I don't know how long it was before that."

I subconsciously reach up to the goose egg on my head. "I guess that explains why it hurts so much." I massage the bump, wincing. "It could be worse, though. I don't get why you guys got to be tranqed and I had to be forcibly knocked unconscious."

"You could have fought Obake," Hiro points out. "You're strong enough—he probably wanted to put you in pain in case you woke up and decided to fight. That's my guess, anyway."

"That's actually logical. Unlike most of the things you say."

Hiro makes a small, injured noise. "Hey, aren't I supposed to be a genius?"

"Yeah, of course. You just don't have much common sense. But that's okay, because I'm here."

"But you're not," Hiro mumbles. "I need to find you. I…I can't do this without you, Tadashi."

"Hey," I tell my baby brother. "I know you can do it. You can do anything, Hiro, and this isn't any different. You'll be okay. Be safe. Protect Aunt Cass. And—" My voice cracks. "If I don't make it…if we don't make it…we'll be together in heaven. Okay?"

"Okay," Hiro says, sniffling a little. "Bye, Dashi. Love you."

"Love you."

The call cuts off, and I sit back against the wall, hoping against hope that we'll all make it home safely.