So toxic-dreamer-2 suggested another post-battle one where Megamind is fixing Minion's suit and begins to reminisce about the times where Minion was always just in his little sphere.

So I tried that.

Failed epically. Like… you have no idea how horribly written it was.

But, once again, getting so into the flashback scene that I began to write, it sort of took on a life of its own. So I scrapped the first and final third of the document, edited the flashback, and this is what came of it.

An adolescent Megamind building Minion his very first real battlesuit. One that he could control without Megamind using some sort of remote.

Anyways, sorry Toxic. I'll see what I can do about your actual request, but I hope this fluffy P.O.S sates you until then.

The lair was small, and hardly evil. It wasn't dark and damp and terrifying like the lairs in the comic books they 'trained' from, it wasn't a towering castle of evil, or a fortress of intimidation.

It was an old abandoned warehouse that they converted into a workshop and a living space that was hardly a step above the prison cells they were used to.

His incredibly handsome blue face was plagued by tiny purple dots. By his best guess, these annoying little blemishes were the equivalent of human acne. Unfortunately, he'd yet to find a way to get rid of them with the humans' cleansing products. He was clad in a black AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of oversized denim overalls that ill-fitted his thin, gangly frame. He'd always been long-limbed, but in his teen years, it had gotten ridiculous. He was, by human standards, grossly disproportional, but he had assurance from Minion that this was a normal phase in his species' growth. It was similar to human adolescence, only more dramatic, and over far quicker.

His tongue pushed its way out between his toothy grin as he work, making final adjustments to the thought-to-movement command drive.

Minion watched with a mixture of nerves, curiosity, and eagerness as his master worked on the exoskeleton. He'd had bodies before, but smaller, single-functioning ones that weren't any use at all in his master's greater plans. He was left to sit idly by whenever his young master ran off to fight 'Metro Man'. Such a pretentious, egotistical, snot-nose pretty b-

"There!" He was startled out of his thoughts by his master's sudden declaration as the blue-skinned teen leapt down from the stool and took a few steps back. His shoulders hunched and his hands rubbed together eagerly as he surveyed what was undoubtedly one of his greatest creations to date. "That should do it, Minion!" He declared.

It was months ago, after he'd managed to break his master out of prison again (it had only really been by a lucky series of events this time that he'd managed to break the teen out. Their last remaining ProtoBot had been melted by Metro Man), that Minion let it be known how desperately he wished he was of more use to his master. Despite the young aliens fierce insistence that Minion was more than helpful, and was without a doubt one of the greatest minions to ever live, the space fish just glumly shook his head and bemoaned his lack of useful attributes. Like a body that had arms and legs. And oxygen-breathing lungs. Then he could protect his master and help fight Metro Man.

Still convinced that Minion was just fine the way he was, the teen nonetheless set to work building a body for his loyal companion. Hesitantly, grudgingly, and unwillingly at first.

He would never admit it aloud, ever, to anyone. Ever. But…

Having his Minion as… for lack of a better description, a helpless fish, made him feel less…

Useless himself.

It was him taking care of Minion, carrying his sphere around, protecting the fish from harm. It made him feel more powerful. Plus…

Well if Minion had a body, the teen wouldn't be able to hold onto the fish when he felt lonely or frightened. Something he felt hugely ashamed of.

Only children needed security blankets.

He shook his head to clear away these reflections and turned excitedly to the fish. "Are you ready, Minion?"

The fish's wide, toothy grin outmatched even his master's as his body bobbed up and down in his imitation of a nod. "Always sir! Your best work yet, I must say! It looks incredible!"

The teen let the glow of the praise wash over him for the briefest of moments before he eagerly bounced forward and snatched the sphere off the table, turning carefully with it and heading back to the step ladder. "Alright, now, it may take a moment to calibrate the controls to your mind, but I think I've finally perfected the drive. Well…" He paused and adopted a thoughtful expression. "It at least shouldn't explode again…"

Minion let out a very nervous chuckle, but his smile never dropped. "I have complete confidence in you sir!"

Grinning, the teen clambered up onto the ladder, careful not to knock the suit over and gingerly placed his best friend's sphere into the hollow. Once the globe was in place, he set about twisting the clamps in tight around the sphere. Once that step was done, he carefully lifted the hinged cage resting on the machine's back, and slid it over the top of the sphere. It fell into the slots with a loud CLANK and after a few jimmies of the frame to make sure they were set right, the teen produced a screw driver and four specially cut screws that he proceeded to put into place.

With another quick jimmy of the frame to make sure everything was still set correctly, he leapt off the stool, grinning from ear to ear and clasping his hands together. "Oh… you look… Fantastic!"

Minion did a few flips in his sphere out of joy. "Thank you sir! This is exciting! Can we test it now sir, please?"

The teen nodded, just as excited as his best friend and reached forward to press a red button on the machine's chest plate. He'd gone with a design similar to a knight's suit of armor, with a few minor modifications to make it function more smoothly. And look cooler. "Alright Minion," He said when the button flashed green. "Simple commands for now. Try… try imagining yourself walking forward!" He decided, hurriedly stepping back a few feet to make room.

Minion, mirroring his master, stuck the tip of his tongue out between his teeth as he angled himself down to see his body. He made a quiet groaning sound, intensifying his stare and tensing his body until it began to shake. Then… then… THEN…!

Nothing.

Minion let out a frustrated puff of air before he snapped his eyes shut and concentrated with all his might on imagining himself with legs, taking one step forwa-

"You DID it!"

Minion's eyes flashed open to see his master hoot and jump for joy, grinning wildly at Minion's foot.

The one that was now slightly in front of the rest of the body.

Filled with new determination, Minion let out a joyful laugh and grinned down at his body, willing it to move forward again. This time, the other foot seemed to shake for a moment before it slid forward, passed the first.

The two hollered with joy as Minion continued to move forward, one foot sliding after the other until they began to actually lift into the air, taking real steps.

"You're doing it Minion! Look at you go!"

All those other bodies he'd had were remote-controlled, handled by his master. They'd never tried a body that Minion himself could control, and never one quite this big.

It was an incredible feat.

After nearly twenty minutes, Minion was practically prancing around the room as his master followed him, leaping from floor to chair to table to floor and all over again in his excitement. After nearly half an hour they were chasing one another at full speed through the improvised lair, playing some sort of tag game as they ran. Their laughs echoed back to them through the abandoned warehouse-turned-first-official-evil-lair as their glee and energy increased with each new movement Minion was able to execute. Pretty soon, he was even able to control his arms with near-perfect precision, even able to at one point pick up a wad of paper and toss it to his master like a baseball. His aim was perfect, and the teen batted it away with a wrench and a gleeful laugh.

Then it was back to tag, with the two of them racing around like maniacs until Minion in a fit of joy swung one arm out too far and too hard, and accidentally back handed his master.

He watched in horror, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream as the teen lifted off the floor, his back arching as he flew through the air to land nearly twenty feet away.

The fish let out a strangled scream of 'Sir!' as he ran to his young master's side. "Sir!" He yelled again, reaching out slowly with his new hands to prod his master's shoulder. "Sir? Sir! Can you hear me sir?"

A full minute passed as Minion panicked, unsure of what to do. He finally mustered up the courage and thought to carefully attempt to lift his master into his arms and carry him out of the workshop. In the other room was a small, dilapidated couch and a tiny TV from probably the early fifties. He lay the teen out on the couch and managed to make the body kneel. Without meaning to, or even realizing, his robotic hands began to wring together as he frantically called to his master, trying to wake him. "Sir! Sir please open your eyes! Boss, boss come on! Sir! Please sir, please don't be dead. Please wake up sir! Oh, Sir! I'm so sor-"

His master's eyes suddenly flashed open, a little confused for a moment before he shook his head and regarded the frantic fish with another wide, goofy grin. "That was incredible!" He cried, shooting up on the couch cushion and throwing his arms into the air. "That was amazing! Wow!"

Worried he'd somehow scrambled his master's brains, Minion stared at the teen with a completely baffled expression. "Amazing? Sir!" He reached out, grabbing the teen's shoulders in an attempt to quiet his victorious declarations. "Sir I knocked you unconscious! Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you feel nauseous? Are y-"

But the teen batted his hands at the fish. "Puh-shaw, my dear Minion, I'm perfectly unharmed! A little winded, yes, and I'll most likely develop something of a headache but that is unimportant!" He mirrored his friend's position and reached out to grab the robot's shoulders. "What we should do now is test out exactly how strong you are and-"

"No. Sir." He finished after a beat. When his master looked up at him, startled by the outright refusal, Minion sighed. "I don't think it's a good idea sir. I hurt you! I knocked you out!" He stared glumly downward. "I could hurt you even worse next time. Such an act is unforgivable and I-"

The teen let out a joyful laugh and shook the robot slightly. "Oh don't be such a worry-wart Minion! It was an accident! Nothing to worry about, as I am perfectly okay!" He grinned hugely at the fish until Minion returned a hesitant little smile.

"Are you sure sir? Because… well…" He glanced down at the body again, still grinning. "I really did enjoy the test run."

The teen nodded eagerly. "I'm fine Minion! And besides, this is what tests are for! I declare this one an absolute success!" He scrambled to untangle himself from his friend's embrace and after nearly tripping on a loose floorboard, dashed for the door. "Come on Minion! Let's-" The teen suddenly paused, frozen in the doorway as Minion carefully righted himself and went about concentrating on moving his legs forward. When his master remained silent, Minion finally looked up, expecting to see that the teen had already run ahead.

But the youth just turned, his expression carefully guarded as he looked up at Minion. Worried that he'd said or done something to upset his young master, Minion froze. "Sir?" He asked.

The youth looked down, his brow furrowed. "Well… It's just… I mean… now that you can walk and protect yourself…" The youth sighed and his face twisted into a pained grimace as he looked back up at Minion. "Well… we're still going to become the World's Greatest Supervillains of All Time… together. Right?"

Understanding, Minion smiled at his young master and reached out to pat the youth's thin shoulder. "Of course sir! And we will be the most terrifying, awe-inspiring villains ever to be evil, anywhere!"

The teen's face lit up and before either of them knew it, his thin blue arms were around the tank, his toes just barely touching the ground as he gave into his instinct to grab the sphere. But as quickly as he'd hugged Minion, his arms disappeared behind his back, his hands clasped together as he looked hurriedly away. He was almost an adult, at least by human standards now. He couldn't go around hugging people that weren't females he was attracted to. According to his uncles.

He shook his head and grinned up at his best friend. "Well, shall we my main man?" He asked.

Minion nodded eagerly and lumbered after the young alien as the boy dashed down the hallway. "Right behind you sir!"

The teen stopped again, his hands out to his side and his fingers spread as he spun to face Minion, his smile a little more devious now. "I almost forgot, I thought of an official villain name for myself while I was unconcious, now that that goody-two shoes has one!"

"Really sir?" Minion asked delightedly. "And what would that be?"

The teen grinned manically and stood straight, jabbing his finger into the air. "From this day forth, until the end of all good vs. evil, I shall be known as-" He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes gleaming. "Megamind." When Minion's eye widened and he grinned hugely, the clearly positive reaction prompted the teen- Megamind now- to continue. "Incredibly handsome criminal genius and master of all villainy!"

I couldn't help myself. I had to add the scene where he first picks out his name.

Rofl, I did love describing teenage Megamind. I can totally imagine this awkward, gangly, nerdy-looking young Megamind in like workman's overalls working on a shoddy prototype version of Minion's suit. I might even force myself to draw something for it when I get my new adapter.

As much as I hate it, I do really miss my paint dot net program.

Anyway, ta-ta for now. And I do read all your reviews, and would like to respond to them but the computer I'm using sucks, and responding to each of your reviews takes FOR-ever.

Damn lagginest P.O.S.