A/N: Wow two drabbles in one day (kind of). Well at the least they are really close together. You guys are getting spoiled. XP
Le gasp a drabble the dosen't mainly star my beloved Warden? What is the world coming to! Eh this particular drabble demanded to be told from Minion's perspective. And the little guy has been sadly neglected in my other chapters.
My sis was my beta. So hopefully less grammatical mistakes this time around. If there are any blame her. XD
Warning: Bit of strong language here. Blame the random prisoner. And it ain't fluffy for once.
~BR~
Now Minion wasn't usually a violent fish. If and when he got angry he tended to just walk away from the problem. Allow himself calm down and then return to deal with the problem. Not that he could actually solve most problems with violence if he even wanted to. After all he was just a fish in a bowl on top of a small robot with limited mobility. Granted he had a powerful laser inside his chest but still.
However, there were certain things which resulted in extreme anger within him. Tapping on his glass sphere really got on his nerves. Mainly because the humans seemed to fine this action extremely hilarious and repeated it over and over. Then he was tempted to laser their foot or something. Oh the disadvantages of being two feet and eight inches!
There was also the whole idea that watching a fish helps calm you down. Nothing ever startled him as bad as when an inmate just plucked him off the ground without any warning whatsoever. These apparently stressed men would take him back to their cells and just stare at him. Sometimes for hours on end. To say it was creepy, unnerving, and downright disturbing was an understatement. Really he wasn't like normal fish! He talked, had feelings, dreams, and the whole nine yards.
However there was one thing that drove Minion to an almost homicidal rage, was if someone hurt his charge. Most prisoners had learned early on that if someone got too rough with little Syx that Minion would get even. As the poor, deluded inmate in the cell before him was about to learn very soon; you do not mess with Syx. Ever.
~BR~
"Sir, I did not expect you to come back so-WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU'RE EYE?" Minion screeched as his young charge entered their cell. The boy was sporting a pretty good sized black eye. One of his large green eyes was swelled to the point where it was barley open. Traces of yellow and green fought for dominance against the black surrounding Syx's eye.
"Hullo Minion. I was just playing outside and fell. It looks much worse then it feels really. Now I have a headache so do you mind if use our resting apparatus? Thank you." Syx finished off this statement with a huge yawn and all but collapsed upon the bed.
"Of-f course Sir. I will just go out for a bit ok?"
Syx's only reply was a faint snore.
~BR~
Minion felt like a stranger in his own body. He watched, rather then felt his body walk up to the security room, in a kind of dazed wonder. Why was he here? He didn't remember consciously deciding to come up here.
"Hey Minion. What brings you up to these lonely parts?" the guard on duty cheerfully asked.
"Who… Hurt…. Him."
Wait this wasn't right. That wasn't his voice. His voice was light and cheerful. Not cold and certainly without the hidden promise of possible dismemberment that this voice contained.
"Wait… what? Who's hurt?" The guard was nervous now. To be honest Minion was a bit too.
"Someone hurt Six. I want his name and his cell number. If you do not tell me then I will simply hack the system myself. I thought I would be polite first." Well at least the voice had moved from dismemberment to maiming. That was good right?
"L-let me check? It happened here right?"
Minion's body simply stared back.
"R-right. W-what a silly q-question, right?" The poor guard babbled as he frantically looked through the day's records.
"H-here you g-g-go. It seems a p-prisoner with number 3-25-16 was the one who attacked little blue," the guard replied as the nervousness left his voice and was replaced with furious steel. "His room is 702 in block E. Are you taking care of this?"
Upon hearing the bastard's name and cell number Minion's mind had suddenly rejoined back with his body. "Oh yes I most certainly will," he promised with a grin.
~BR~
Minion gave a small smile as he entered room 702. The room was empty and therefore held no witnesses. That would require explanations and he simply had no time for that.
"Are you prisoner 3-25-16?" Best make sure he had the right man at least. It would be unpleasant to attack the wrong man.
"Why the fuck is there a talking fish in my cell?" the man rose up and ambled closer to Minion.
Minion didn't feel like replying so he simply activated his laser and shot the man in the leg.
The inmate fell screaming to the floor. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR! THAT MOTHER FUCKING HURT YOU BASTARD!" he screamed as he clutched his leg.
Minion walked over to the man and pointed the laser close to his face. "Please stop moving."
The prisoner immediately stopped moving and stared in horror at the "talking fish"
He gave a small smile and slowly stepped onto the horrified man's chest. "Now you are the one who hurt Syx, correct?"
"If you mean the weird blue piece of shit, then yeah I might have roughed him up a bit but he was asking for it! He…" The prisoner swallowed hard as the laser was suddenly pointed between his eyes.
"Please shut up. Now if you are finished I have some suggestions for you. First, I suggest you request a transfer. Second, I suggest you make it soon. Those sound like very reasonable demands. Do you have any objections?"
"Why the fuck should I listen to a damn talking fish?"
"Because you, Sir, are a bully. You couldn't find anyone small enough to pick on. So you found Syx. He was smaller and weaker than you. You attacked a defenseless child. Judging by your age and behavior it seems that this habit of preying on the weak will not change. However, this behavior is likely to make your life difficult if you continue to reside here." Here Minion paused to smile at the clueless prisoner.
"If you are stupid enough to ignore my warning, which is entirely possible, and continue to stay here then I will make you're life a living hell. I know how to hack into every computer in this prison. I can throw you in solitary for months on end. I can have you become the cellmate of a practically violent inmate. I can it make it so you never see the sun for the rest of your miserable life. Do you understand me?" he hissed.
At the man's frantic nodding Minion gave a small smile. "Good, I am so glad we understand one another. Have a nice day now!"
~BR~
Warden Blackwell frowned as he observed the transfer request before him. Why the hell did he want to leave? This particular inmate had only just arrived two days ago. Honestly, the prisoners planned birthday parties these days. These prisoners weren't exactly what you would call vicious. He shrugged and reached for the large stamp beside him. Pressing the stamp into the paper the Warden observed the large GRANTED blazoned across the page. Now this was some other prison's problem.
~BR~
A/N: Did you really think I could resist not sneaking Warden Blackwell in somewhere? XD
Number one rule at Metro City Prison for the Criminally Gifted: Hurt Syx and Minion will freakin mess you up man. Always thought Minion had strong protective instincts. He outright glared at young Metroman when they first entered the school.
I really hope you guys don't think this is too out of character for Minion.
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