I like giving Buzz human friends and I like giving him a temper.


Buzz Conroy felt his eye twitch. His knuckles were white. His jaw was clenched.

"Buzz, no!" his friend, Hilary Hashimoto cried out as she tried to hold him back. "He's not worth it!" She clutched his arm tightly, "Don't let him get to you!"

Buzz just snarled at the bigger kid, Dwayne, who simply smugly smirked at him in the middle of the playground.

Dwayne was bigger and burlier than Buzz and Hilary, but funnily enough, not that much older than them. Just a grade above them. He loved picking on the younger kids. ...And Buzz Conroy was so easy to rile up.

He got a kick from the look in the Buzz's eyes as they flashed with anger and his fist trembled with fury. He knew he was playing with fire by continuing to taunt him, but it was so fun.

Dwayne sneered, "You should listen to your little princess." His grin widened as he watched Buzz's cheeks turn red as he still had to be held back by his friend. He laughed loudly, "You're only eleven years old, Conroy, you shouldn't know what a girlfriend is."

Buzz was ready to punch Dwanye for reals.

Buzz had a temper, a truly legendarily explosive temper. It was known as The Old Conroy Temper, passed down through the generations like a cursed heirloom. It manifests in members in different ways. He had a cousin who would just suppress it, just to seem more aloof, until it just blows up. His own father didn't seem to have a temper at all until it turned out to manifest as a rare tranquil fury.

Personally, Buzz liked to fight. A lot.

And he was pretty damn good at it.

He began to draw his fist back, ready to strike. Hilary gasped in horror. Buzz's fist shook until he sighed, turning to his friend, muttering, "You're right, Hil..." He forced himself to breathe, "But he just... he makes me..."

"So mad you wanna punch his lights out?" Hilary finished, chuckling softly, "You're not wrong, but you're already on thin ice with the teachers." She shrugged, "So maybe there's a better way to handle this."

Buzz was known for getting into fights a lot. His supernova-like temper tended to get the better of him. He was a champion level martial artist- he learned martial arts as an outlet for his temper. He built Frankenstein Jr because he needed an outlet after his mother died. Even his heroism work was something of an outlet. He really needs to learn to rein in that temper.

The boy may be a fiery redhead, but maybe tone down that fire a little.

Hilary then told his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. She smiled ever so sweetly at him which caused his own forced smile to soften into something more natural. He'd look at her, and the way she looked at him, it made him feel something he couldn't understand.

He couldn't quite categorize what he thought of Hilary: kind of a crush, sorta girlfriend, his future wife. All feelings he didn't get but made since to him in a way. Though, as child prodigy, he did dislike not understanding something, but this he was content with keeping to himself.

Suddenly, the bell rang. Time to go back to class.

The pair began to walk away from Dwanye. "Let's go," Hilary said.

Dwanye called out, "See ya 'round, lovebirds!"

Buzz yelled back, "Beat it, Dwayne!" As they walked, Buzz said, shocked, "I didn't punch him."

"You didn't punch him!" Hilary cheered, her eyes twinkling, "I always believed in you!"

A blush spread across Buzz's face as he whispered, "Thank you."

With that, they entered their classroom.

The End


See ya later, dudes...