#13 First Day of Mutant Life

"Darn it!"

These were the first words Dibs uttered as he remained suspended in midair by his now sticky, gelatinous limbs. Ever cell in his body still tingled with residual pain as a result of his mutation. He tried pulling on his arms to free himself, but to no avail as he grunted with effort. The altered man then let out a long groan as he resigned to being stuck in his current position. You were finally going to make something of yourself Dibs, but you just had to fumble it didn't you? he criticized himself with a scowl. You should have just grabbed your loot and left, but now… He paused to look at himself in the dark light, seeing his new shiny, transparent body.

"Maybe it's not too bad. Maybe I just conked my head really good and this is a dream; I mean, what are the odds of this whole thing actually being real?" Dibs tried to convince himself and believing it for a brief moment. His hope was shattered though by his limbs finally detaching from the boxes and pipes, making him land on the floor in a wet slap and saying, "Ow." He then glared at his malleable mitts and simply said, "Now you let go."

The pink and purple man proceeded to try and stand, which took a couple of attempts as he unstuck himself from the floor. When he was upright once again, he looked himself up and down as the reality of the situation took hold, making him stare at whatever constituted as hands again. "I don't know what was in that purse, but clearly it wasn't filled with the usual phone or money. Oh man. How am I gonna fix this? I can't stay like this," he worried aloud as he put his hand to the sides of his head in panic. Dibs even tried to pace back and forth only to trip again, landing flat on his face. "I can't even walk now? My skill set has officially hit a new low," he complained as he worked to get up again.

"I've got to do something. This is not the way to live. Either to undo this or at least make it bearable, just anything. I am not going to reduce myself and make being a freak all that I'm known for," the gelatinous man told himself, although the feeling of worry and desperation were still very much present. He then looked around at the many boxes that filled the seemingly abandoned warehouse and contemplated. "Guess I might as well crash here for the night; it's not like I'd make it back home in a decent amount of time anyway," Dibs grumbled as he went to find a nice clear space to lay down; he did not want anything near him as it was likely to stick to him. On the upside, he found that his mutated form didn't seem so bothered by the cooler temperature of the vacant building.

As he stared up at the ceiling, his mind briefly wondered, Felony Carl's probably going to have a field day with this mess, won't he? The mutated man then closed his eyes as he attempted to fall asleep, which came only after a long period of tossing and turning on the bare floor.

After a long night of sleeping alone in the warehouse (save for a few rats that cautiously kept their distance), Dibs groggily awoke late in the morning as he gave a brief stretch on the floor. He slowly opened his now luminescent eyes to find himself looking up at the unfamiliar surroundings as a few beams of sunlight pierced the dusty air.

"What the…" he started before glancing down towards his body and giving a brief yelp as he tried to scoot away from his legs. When they moved with him, the memory of last night came back to him and he let out a defeated "Oh." The gelatinous mutant proceeded to get up off the ground as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. He looked down for a moment and saw the large puddle of slime he had left behind during the sleep. "Eh. I'm sure no one will notice," he told himself before sighing. I guess nothing to do now but get out there and see if there's anyone that I can talk to about this, he tried optimistically to think. Though Carl probably would be best if I'm being honest.

He started for the warehouse door by taking one slow step, and when he managed to lift his other gelatinous foot up, took another. There. Getting better at this already, Dibs internally praised. He was able to make it to the entrance where he grabbed the handle with a squishy mitt and gave a little pull to open it up. When he went to let go though, his hand was still stuck, so he grunted as he pulled himself free and inadvertently ripped the handle off. "Ugh," he groaned while trying to fling it off and causing it to go flying against a nearby dumpster. The loud clang made him wince as this was not a good start to the day. "Okay. No more of that," he stated, irritated and glaring at his hand once more.

The mutated man proceeded to leave the desolate lot as he went on his half-thought through plan to find help. When he reached the public sidewalk, he took a deep breath and let it out before saying, "You got this. Just act natural and don't get stuck on anything. You're just going down the street. No reason for people to think you're up to something." He then began his stroll down the way, trying to keep his walk-in rhythm and making sure the puddles that were his feet weren't adhering to the ground. Dibs was only able to make it past two stores before he heard the first scream. He turned to his right to find a young man in his mid 20s baring a shock face and shakily pulling out his phone to take a picture of him.

Rude. Doesn't he need my permission to use my image anyway? the pink and purple man internally complained as he tried to keep moving. A few seconds later, a middle-aged woman could be heard screaming "Monster!" so he searched and found her behind him running away. "Seriously?! I'm just walking here," he remarked out loud as he turned back around to continue his journey. Sadly (and predictably), the more he went down the way, the more people screamed, called him a freak/monster or just stared horrified; a few cars even swerved and crashed themselves as they became distracted by Dibs's appearance.

All the while, the gelatinous mutant did his best to be positive for he at least could hold out hope as long as he kept moving; surely not everyone would react to him this way. Admittedly, the insults started to get more creative and he couldn't help but offer some sassy retorts because monster or not, he was not going to let those remarks stand. It did hurt and make him feel alone though the more this went on, no matter how much he tried to deny it; this feeling did not improve his typically unpleasant demeanor. He thought he was getting into a good rhythm until once again, he found himself tripping over his own feet as one got stuck to the road. Dibs grunted as he tried to free himself, only to fall onto his back with an audible squish. As he laid there for a moment, the sound of rocket engines made him reform upright in order to try and find the source of it; what he saw was a set of four superheroes all posed together and ready to fight.

"What?" he asked, confused and clearly oblivious to their reason for being there.

The pink and purple man saw the green one point at him and say, "Baymax, can you scan it?"

"It!?" Dibs uttered in disbelief. Of all the things! "I'm still a person in here! I think," he added while saying the last part more for himself than anyone else.

The robot in red looked at him while he was trying to unstick his leg and stated, "Scan complete. The monster…"

"Hey!" All I've done today is walk down the street, but apparently my existence is so disgusting, everyone feels the need to tell me so! No one has even bothered to ask how I'm doing or if I might need help. Bunch of judgmental jerks, the mutated man internally complained.

"…consists of a mix of human DNA and an unknown chemical compound, which is controlled by an electronic device."

Huh? Dibs wondered as he heard Baymax's assessment of him, even looking up where his forehead used to be and looking at the rest of his goopy body.

The inflatable robot continued by adding, "It also contains fragments of Honey Lemon's purse."

Wait, what? the gelatinous mutant wondered as he found and plucked an orange bit of material out of his body.

Meanwhile, the tall girl in pink looked at him and said, "Oh, no, did my purse do this to you?"

"Purse?" Oh shoot, that was hers?! "Purse! Ha! Yeah, I don't know anything about a purse," Dibs denied as he tried to walk away, but found himself cut off by the one in yellow.

She pointed a finger at him and accusingly inquired, "You stole her purse, didn't you?"

Bad guy one-o-one, never admit to anything unless you're bragging to your friends who are also criminals. "Oh, I see how it is. Something goes missing and the first thing you do is blame the monster!" Good deflection and use of the profiling card.

Clearly Go Go didn't buy it though as she crossed her arms and stated, "Oh, yeah. He stole it. You should have listened to me."

Dibs turned back around as he heard Wasabi exclaim, "Oh, thank goodness. It wasn't a labeling error." This caused Honey Lemon's shoulders to sink in guilt, making the plasma wielder add, "I know this is terrible for you, but for a few minutes, I didn't know who I was anymore."

Well, this seems like the perfect time to get out of here while they're distracted. "You guys seem like you have some issues to work out. So I'll just…" the mostly transparent man started to say as he went to leave, but once again was cut off by the speedster.

"You're not going anywhere thief," she told him.

I'm not taking orders from the likes of them, he angrily thought. "Yes I am," Dibs retorted as he stretched his mutated limbs at Go Go and swung her into Baymax, hitting Honey Lemon in the process. A little bit of his slime also came off onto Wasabi, causing him to freak out. This display incited a panic in all those that were near, causing them to run and scream even more than before. The mutated purse snatcher didn't know how he managed to do all of that but right now, he was just steaming mad at the treatment he was being given (although the people's reactions were more justified now). Dibs was so focused on the four heroes in front of him that he didn't even notice the two behind him until the lizard-monster one called out, "Mind if we call you Globby?"

It just never ends, he bitterly thought. "Of course I mind!" the pink and purple man shouted before groaning, "Could this day get any worse?" As if on cue from fate itself, a city bus drove through the intersection and rammed into the shapeshifter, carrying him away from the superheroes while he screamed in surprise and pain. Seriously?! Ow! I will need to get the license plate of this bus, he internally complained as he remained stuck to the windshield.

The bus driver looked at the giant, slimy mark on the front with curiosity as he continued to move along the street. It wasn't until he was several blocks away from where he started that Dibs managed to orient his body so he was looking in and sassily yelled, "Hey! Do you need your eyes checked or something? You drove into me!"

This caused the driver to of course scream in shock at seeing the mutant actually talk as well as slam on the brakes. The momentum of the sudden stop caused Dibs to fling forward onto the street, but he wasn't completely removed from the window as some goopy tendrils still adhered to the glass. The bus then sped around him and causing his still attached parts to stretch a good deal until finally, they snapped off and whipped back to his body.

"Ow," he grunted as he righted himself up. "Jerk," the pink and purple man added aloud to no one in particular. He had fortunately been let off at a spot free of people, and in light of just encountering Big Hero 6, decided to move to the alley before he figured out what to do next. Hmm. If it was a normal day, I'd either be attempting another robbery or seeing what Felony Carl is up to, Dibs pondered before letting out a sigh. Would he even want to see me like this? Carl's a pretty accepting guy, but I don't want to scare him off. Guess I better ease him into it. Yeah, that'll work. Now I just need to find him, the mutated thief thought as he tried to figure out his friend's whereabouts. He put a gelatinous hand to his chin before remembering, If he's got that bouncing job in Good Luck Alley tonight, he'll probably stop off at Joe's before it starts, unless he wanted to mix it up, in which case I've got nothing. Dibs decided to wait in the alleyway for another 20 minutes or so, both to figure out what he was going to say as well as make sure he wasn't followed. Okay, moment of truth, he said to himself.

After poking his head out and checking that the coast was clear, he started to head for Joe's Diner (or rather the alley next to it). The mutated man went as fast as he could, although he still stumbled from his foot getting stuck every now and again. Unfortunately, the screaming and names came predictably once people saw him, so he did his best to brush it off as he continued his journey.

As he walked down the sidewalk, Dibs did have time to process what all happened during the fight and afterward. To think, I actually managed to dish out something instead of taking it. Don't know how it happened, but that doesn't really matter. And I can't believe I survived being hit by a bus! It still hurt but if I was normal, I'd still be splattered over the window and couldn't live to tell it.

When the pink and purple thief finally found his target was within range, he heard the characteristic sound of a motorcycle nearby. Darn it! That's probably him, Dibs rapidly thought as he quickly ducked into the alley. As he peeked out from behind the dumpster he was hiding behind, the gelatinous mutant found Felony Carl driving by in his newly painted bike, complete with glitter. He soon found the sound stopped, indicating his friend had turned off his ride. Well, now or never. "Hey Carl!" Dibs called out before ducking back behind his hiding space.

The motorcyclist heard his friend's shout, although he was perplexed as to why he was down an alley instead of just coming out to greet him. He took a few steps down the one-way strip when Dibs yelled out, "That's close enough! I uh, need you to stay right there for a moment."

Felony Carl raised part of his unibrow up in curiosity and asked, "Are you in precarious situation again or does this pertain to something else like an injury?"

The mutated man let out a small nervous laugh before replying, "It's a definitely…unique problem. I wanted to I guess show/tell you some things, but I've had a heck of a time just getting here and people have been absolutely horrible to me today!" He paused as he took a deep breath (how that was possible he didn't know). "With the way I've been treated today, I was…anxious to see your reaction to some news I have since if you act like a jerk too, then what hope do I have of someone actually being decent to me ever again," Dibs admitted rather sullenly as he leaned against the dumpster; had he looked up, he would have seen Felony Carl leaning against the same dumpster with one arm as he stared down at the pink and purple being.

The reformed criminal gave a small cough to get Dibs's attention, who turned his head and eyes went wide with shock as he rapidly stood; he still found himself trailing some slime on the giant trash bin despite hoping he would cleanly come off it. "How long were you there?" he inquired in a genuine panic tone.

"Not long, but I continued approaching for fear something was wrong," Felony Carl answered before pointing to the small globs that were speckled along the path. "Those also seemed like an interesting clue I should follow."

The shapeshifter slapped his forehead in frustration and feeling stupid for not noticing those. He then bore a worried expression as he gave another nervous laugh, scratched to back of his head and said, "Well uh, I guess surprise. Heh, yeah."

Felony Carl gave sly smile as he crossed his arms. "'Surprise' is a massive understatement. Clearly an extensive explanation is needed. You want to come inside and enlighten me?" he asked while pointing a thumb at Joe's.

The mutant's face went from being a little more relaxed (from seeing Carl's reaction to him) to "Are you insane?" in a split second. "What?! I told you people have been rude to me all day! Calling me 'monster' and 'freak,' then running away screaming," he exasperatedly informed Carl. "These people won't be any different," he added with a scowl and crossing his arms.

His friend offered him a look of sympathy before stroking his goatee in thought. When he came up with a clever idea, he stopped and said, "It sounds to me like only a brave person would be willing to go up against such adversity as societal ridicule. I hope you change your mind because I am quite interested to hear about your physical transformation. I will be inside waiting." The motorcyclist then turned back to the alleyway's entrance and gave Dibs a reassuring nod before walking out of sight.

The pink and purple man just stood there for a moment and blinked at what just happened, both on what Felony Carl said and whether he was actually going to go in. I do want to tell him everything, with some spiced up details, and he doesn't seem bothered by me, Dibs pondered. He then gave a little smirk as he thought, May just be one person, but I guess I'm officially not alone now. Ehh, I'll go inside in a minute; besides, I'm not going to let him think I'm a coward or let these judgmental jerks ruin Joe's for me.

The gelatinous mutant waited as planned before walking confidently out of the alley, turning the corner and pushing the door open to Joe's. He gave a quick glance to find Felony Carl in their usual spot (already with a blueberry scone) and proceeded to stroll across the floor to his seat, doing his best to ignore the wide-eyed stares he was getting.

Once seated, he started to tell Felony Carl his story, but only got "You see…" out before everyone's panic reflex finally kicked in. There was a fair amount of screaming coming from the diner patrons as they scrambled to get out of their booths and ran for the door. The wait staff opted for hiding in back and cower for the time being until they were sure it was safe to leave. Dibs proceeded to turn back towards the motorcyclist and raised a gelatinous eyebrow in an "I told you so" expression.

Felony Carl shrugged and simply said, "Am I not still here? Please continue with your story."

The mutated man gave a small scoff and started again. "Fine. So, after you left yesterday, I saw another primo purse to steal. It was out in the open, but there were a few people moving around it, so I expertly snuck up to my target and stealthily stole it right out from under them," he excitedly informed the husky biker as he leaned on one arm and nodded.

"I then made my escape as I quickly got out of sight and went to hideout in a warehouse off Toho Blvd to check my loot; I of course did a lengthy process of making sure I wasn't followed first. As I'm about to get to the good stuff, I hear something and hide close by so I can eavesdrop and who do I see? That rich guy Krei who makes all those phones and what not there along with some woman doing something weird and shady," Dibs continued as he got an annoyed face. Felony Carl merely went with "Uh-huh" as he listened attentively.

"The rich guy then pushed a button and boom, super-secret invention revealed and it's worth a fortune! Once he's done going over it, he and his girl Friday leave, giving me the chance to steal it and thus prove my amazing thievery skills," he regaled as he got a smug expression.

The unibrowed man proceeded to raise part of said unibrow up as he knowingly asked, "This is where something went wrong, am I right?"

Dibs's face fell a little as he looked to his left and replied, "Well, you see…through no fault of my own, remember that purse I stole?" Felony Carl nodded in response. "Yeah, I don't know what was in that thing, but it was not cash or a phone; instead, this gooey gunk came out of it when it broke, all on its own mind you, and got all over me." He then let out a sigh as he gestured to his mutated body, "And this is the result."

The husky biker crossed his arms now as he contemplated all that his friend said. "Truly, the most improbable of circumstances have befallen on you and you should count yourself lucky to have survived such an ordeal," Felony Carl remarked to the mutated man.

Right, lucky, Dibs internally scoffed before continuing. "Anyway, despite the situation, I took it in stride as I went out into the world, just being me as I walked down the street. Sure, the general public seems to find my appearance on the horrifying side, but what do they know?" he downplayed while trying to appear unfazed by the ridicule. "It was going well until those new colorful superheroes showed up and thought that I was the one bothering people," he annoyingly remarked and making the buff man across from him lean forward on his left arm.

"They were looking to start something, but I showed them I'm no pushover as I taught them a lesson. Soon, their backup arrived because I was clearly too much to handle. Those do-gooders then called me names like 'Globby.' Rude. And then I made a totally preplanned escape by getting hit by a bus," Dibs finished his story as he leaned back in his booth.

Felony Carl now stared at him with part of his unibrow raised in skepticism as he sarcastically said, "Yeah, that's smooth."

While the wait staff finally felt brave enough to try and leave, the pink and purple man leaned forward again as he added, "So, things are goin' pretty great. Ah, but the one little hiccup is I can't really control my mutated body. Here, watch me try to grab that spoon." He then demonstrated by taking his right arm and accidently stretching it out the window for a few seconds before reeling it back in. In his possession, he did not have a spoon, but a white cat with one blue eye and one green eye, who then began to screech and claw at his face.

"Nice kitty! Nice kitty!" he exclaimed as it attacked him. Dibs's salvation came as Felony Carl plucked the feline off of him, making the cat immediately calm down and begin to snuggle the motorcyclist.

With a smirk, Felony Carl bluntly told the man across from him, "You're even worse at being a monster than you were a thief."

Seriously! I'm already in a bad spot. Why do you got to rub salt in the wound? You are so lucky you mean a lot to me or so help me…, Dibs angrily thought as he glared at Carl, causing the stolen neurotransmitter to become active.

"What's that thing with the blinking lights where your forehead should be?" the reformed man asked all perplexed while he petted the white cat.

"Oh, that? It's a billion-dollar invention that's supposed to control stuff," the gelatinous mutant answered. Was he not paying attention to my story? I thought it was obvious, Dibs pondered.

"Could it control your amorphous and yet still repulsive body?" Felony Carl wondered as he continued to stroke the feline.

Ignoring the last part of his friend's statement, Dibs looked at himself and unsurely said, "Maybe, I don't know how it works." He then rested his head on his malleable mitt, making an audible squish as he tried to figure out what to do next. An idea came to him when he peered outside the window to see Alistair Krei's face on the side of a bus advertising the new Krei-book. "But he does," Dibs pointed out and feeling an inkling of hope return.

Felony Carl was admittedly more interested in the new cat he was feeding and who he was definitely going to adopt, but he still paid enough attention to his mutated friend to cheerfully say, "Cool. You wanna split a scone?"

"Tempting, but no. Sorry Carl, but I've got no time for that now. I've got to go see a guy about this darn thing on my head. Raincheck," the shapeshifter replied with determination as he tried to get out of the booth. He pushed against the table with increasing strength as he found his stuck backside stretching more and more off his seat with more effort. After a few seconds, he was free, but he still managed to face-plant it on the diner floor. Dibs quickly righted himself up and tried to stay face by saying, "Meant to do that."

Felony Carl just responded with a small, teasing smile, "Sure you did."

Dibs made another scowl at him as he went for the door to leave, ready to commit to his desperate, impulsive plan. Felony Carl stared down at his new cat before simply stating, "This will not end well."

It's almost over, it's almost over. Then, you'll be able to go back to some semblance of control, Dibs anxiously thought to himself as he tried to climb the San Fransokyo Broadcast Tower with his hostage. In his barely laid-out plan to figure out how to work the neurotransmitter, he kidnapped Alistair Krei and was going to get him to reveal what he knew; as for climbing the tower, he wanted to be somewhere that they wouldn't be interrupted either by the heroes or the screaming townsfolk.

The further he got up, the more Krei obviously complained and was in fear for his life. "I can't believe this is happening. This is unacceptable. I'm rich! I'm connected," the rich man whined until he looked down and switched to panic mode. "This is high. This is very high! Are you crazy?"

I wouldn't say crazy. Maybe desperate, forceful or unconventional, Dibs grumbled internally as he concentrated on climbing and actually glad his stickiness was working to his advantage. "Just tell me how your fancy headband thing works and I'll let you go," the mutated man told him as he plucked Krei off his back and dropped him on top of the tower.

Once he too was up there, Krei saw the outline of his prototype and realized that must have been what his kidnapper was talking about. "Hey! That's my neurotransmitter! It's worth billions! Give it back," he exclaimed as he reached for it through Dibs's gelatinous head, unaware that it was now part of him.

"Hey! Get outta my head," Dibs yelled at him. Seriously rude! Just because I inconvenienced you with this abduction and stole your device, does not mean you can cross this boundary! A moment later, the wind rushed by them as the Channel 7 News helicopter flew by, clearly finding them and covering the report.

Darn it! I thought I chose someplace where I'd have some privacy, the gelatinous man silently cursed. The rush of air and Krei pulling on his head momentarily caused Dibs to fall back, dangling the rich man and most of his body off the side of the tower before he focused and pulled both of them back onto the flat ledge. "I might drop you if I can't control my body with your invention!" the mutated man informed Krei as he tried to shake him off.

"There's nothing to learn, just think - can you think? - And it will naturally work," the tech CEO told him right back.

"Yeah, but nothing comes naturally to me," Dibs sullenly admitted as he realized this meant there was no one who could help him learn how to work his new body. His depressed thought was interrupted as the sound of rocket engines alerted him to Big Hero 6's arrival. Is it so much to ask for one thing to go my way today? he grumbled.

The next moment, Wasabi stepped up with his plasma blades ready with a vengeance and yelled, "Your disgusting reign of terror stops now, Globby!"

Dibs, who was still seething, managed to fire off some slime balls (and to his surprise no less). Wasabi was able to cut them down or block them, but his actions resulted in Baymax's helmet getting covered with purplish goo. After the physicist turned back to the shapeshifter, he pointed at him and declared, "Nobody does that to Baymax and gets away with it!"

Is there anything I'm not going to get blamed for today! The gelatinous man let rage take him over as he stretched and swung his arms in Wasabi's direction, making the hero get dangerously close to the edge of the tower.

"So high," the plasma wielder whimpered as he backed away and proceeded to hug the tower's giant antenna in fear. As Honey Lemon attempted to get her anti-sticky ball out, the Channel 7 helicopter swooped in again, causing the heroes to be knocked around by the wind.

When the chemist finally got it out, she stepped forward as she presented it and said, "Globby, this'll make you not sticky."

What's she thinking? That won't solve anything. I'll still be this freak that everyone yells and screams at, Dibs bitterly thought as the situation spiraled further out of control. He then grabbed Krei as he moved the blonde man to the platform's edge and yelled, "Stay back! You're upsetting the monster!"

Hiro stepped forward now and ordered, "Let Krei go!"

"Wording people!" Krei chimed in as his life was very close to possibly ending.

"Everyone just be quiet!" the transparent mutant barked out as his panic and desperation were peaking.

Wasabi, still holding firm to the antenna, then uttered, "Can we just do this? Some of us don't want to splatter all over the ground!"

"Oh, I've been making a lot of bad decisions lately," Dibs finally admitted in despair as he saw no way out of this. Darn it! Darn it! Darn it! I just had to keep making things worse. I couldn't just leave well enough alone; I just had to keep escalating things. Oh, I wish I'd never seen that stupid purse or that stupid device! I'm stuck like this and I can't get this goopy body to listen to me. I couldn't steal anything right, I couldn't avoid attention, I couldn't get this kidnapping thing right, and I can't get out of this. I'm just a failure no matter what I do, Dibs lamented internally as he failed to see two heroes talking to each other.

His attention snapped back to them when Honey Lemon addressed him by sunnily saying, "Listen, Globby, I know things look bad now, but there's always a silver lining. You can make this work!"

Why would she say something like this? Has she not seen me today? She's got to be pulling my leg. "Oh, come on. Nobody believes in me! Why would you? You don't even know me," he sadly retorted.

But the optimistic chemist told him, "Before, you were just a common purse thief. Now, if you dedicate yourself to making the best out of this situation, you can truly be special."

"Hmmm?" Could she actually be right? I could actually be special and good at something?

"Nobody else has your…abilities," she added with a sincere smile.

"You think?" Dibs asked as this new hope and ambition began to fill him.

"I know," she answered right back.

All day, I've really only been thinking about the negatives that came from this incident and listening to the hateful things people have been saying, not on what I could actually become because of it; plus, it has only been a day, so who knows what all I'll discover about my powers if I keep at it and keep getting better, the mutated man thought as he pulled Krei back to safety. "You're right. This is a new beginning for me," he said out loud, looking noticeable happier as he released the billionaire.

Krei on the other hand, still had unfinished business as he stated, "It's very touching, but I want my prototype back." He proceeded to try and grab the anti-sticky ball Honey Lemon made, but was knocked off-balance when the news helicopter swung in for a closer shot. The blonde man stumbled until he finally fell off the tower's ledge, screaming as he rapidly approached the ground.

Without a second thought, the mutated man attempted to catch Krei, stretching the upper half of his body while emphatically shouting, "I am special!" Within a couple seconds, he managed to grab his former hostage and stop his descent a matter of inches off the ground. "Gotcha," Dibs exclaimed right before he began reeling Krei and the rest of his body back up to the top of the tower. Once the shapeshifter was back in his standard form and cradling the rich man, they both were silent for a moment. How'd I even do that?! That was insane! Wow, I guess belief did play a factor in using these powers.

Krei then broke the silence by stating, "This is a little awkward. Thanks…I guess."

Dibs set him down and with a grateful smile, pointed to Honey Lemon and said, "Thank her. She believed in me." The chemist gave a sweet smile at her accomplishment at making him feel better. Looks like I really can do something right with this body. This means there's no going back to the old me. Time to make something of myself and I guess I'll start with Krei here. The gelatinous mutant proceeded to step forward and declared, "My days of being a loser, small-time purse snatcher are behind me."

Honey Lemon smiled brightly at his epiphany and told him, "That's right! You're better than that!"

"I am! And that's why I'm going to be a supervillain," the mutant who no longer would go by "Dibs" announced to the others' dismay, especially Honey Lemon who tried to tell him, "No! That's really not-"

"The world will come to fear the name 'Globby,'" the shapeshifter boldly shouted as he proceeded to jump off the broadcast tower and swing away in victory. He laughed evilly out loud as he went, for he had sneakily gotten away with Krei's wallet and was reveling in the fact he had succeeded, both at that and learning to stretch his arms on command; however, Globby's moment of villainous joy ended when he failed to see the office window he slammed into.

"Ow. Darn it!"

Meanwhile

A red light was blinking inside a dark, foreboding lair, where its sole occupant approached the alarm and casted it onto the giant green monitor before him.

"Unknown Monster Sighted in San Fransokyo!"

"'Globby' Kidnaps Krei Tech CEO Alistair Krei!"

"Hmmm," the pale man pondered as he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "How interesting," he remarked as the left side of his face glowed purple.

"Looks like I may have some potential help after all."

NOTES

I made this story because we were missing huge chunks of Dibs's day as well as just how this how ordeal must have been like for him. Given how distraught Dibs was by the end of the episode, I figured he has done a lot of self-criticizing while displaying his extremely confident/cocky persona. :/ Hopefully you enjoyed the added scenes as well as my take on it because I love Globby, but I hadn't really written anything from his villain times, so it was a little harder mainly because I know he becomes so sweet and selfless later on. Also, up to the point the he was confronted by Big Hero 6, it seemed like he wasn't doing anything, so I felt the fact that everyone just automatically seemed to scream and insult him would add to his demeanor. I understand where his looks would cause a panic since the citizens weren't used to him yet, but feeling like people instantly hate you for doing nothing except walking (to a certain degree ;) ) would create that alone feeling Globby mentioned in "The New Nega-Globby." ;_; Lastly, I hope you enjoyed the Obake tease at the end since it couldn't have been too long after the episode that he reached out to Globby for employment. O_O

The next story will be about Fred having a talk with his dad (or otherwise, the end credit scene of "Big Hero 6" ;) ).