This is my attempt at a 'characters' react/watch their movie, this is going to be a slowly updating story while I work on Omni-Piece, and when I finish with Omni-Piece I'll be doing; Characters React (Omni-Piece).
Here's the first chapter; oh before I get shouted at, as always I don't own anything but the words I type.
By the way, it will be the movie and some of the TV series. (If you want that)
Here are the Characters Watching Big Hero 6. Also known as What if they watched?
Chapter 2: Unseen Forces
As Baymax watched the image of Tadashi and his young charge Hiro stood back to back in front of the image of San Fransokyo flickering in his eyes. Baymax wondered if the figure that left could... Baymax blinked the thought away; the future couldn't be changed no matter what.
"Ah, My vinal friend. You may take a seat there!" The unknown voice says reappearing in the endless room of size, he points to a personally sized seat that Baymax took without a word.
The figure then darted forward showing off what he held in his hand... it was two strange objects; one was of unknown density and size... Baymax knew this... he scanned it. The other was a food substance that matched local searches as candy; but didn't look like anything made in San Fransokyo.
"You don't seem to match any of my scans as anything human... what are you?" Baymax asks the unknown figure who laughs, vanishes, then reappears with a book in his hand; he points to a page, Baymax scans the words... and feels more human.. somehow.
"Don't worry my vinal friend; I am a {}{(*^ we don't harm.. we only help. Now time to bring this show on the road... Wouldn't you agree?" The unknown figure states, some of his/her speech becoming garbled as if they told a secret that mortal/robot minds couldn't understand.
Baymax tilted his head slightly. "This environment is… unusual. My internal map cannot register it as part of San Fransokyo."
"Nope!" The being chirped, doing a spin in midair that left a trail of glittering particles behind. "You are currently somewhere between the folds of fiction and fact, story and storyteller. Neat, huh?"
Baymax processed this. "This does not compute. Yet… I am not in distress."
"Exactly! You're safe. Which is more than I can say for your upcoming emotional stability." The being chuckled as he snapped his fingers—if it could be called that. The sound was more like a chime unraveling.
In a blink, the void expanded. Or rather, it shifted—like folding origami outwards. One by one, seats appeared. Familiar seats. Ones made to match their owners.
Hiro appeared next. He stumbled slightly as he was gently deposited in a seat. Blinking. Confused.
"Tadashi?" he called out instinctively, even though something in his chest already knew the answer.
Baymax reached out a hand, gently resting it on Hiro's shoulder. "Hiro. Your heart rate has spiked."
"Yeah, I'm—what is this? Where am I?" Hiro asked, his voice a mix of sharp instinct and suppressed panic.
Before he could ask more, GoGo appeared with a pop and a distinctly annoyed scowl. "Ugh. Did Fred mess with teleportation tech again?"
"Nope," said the being, now seated upside-down in thin air, legs crossed. "But thank you for the compliment."
GoGo didn't answer. Her glare did.
One by one, the rest of the team began to appear. Wasabi blinked and immediately began checking for hazards. Honey Lemon gasped at the strangeness, already marvelling at the aesthetics of the space. Fred? Fred arrived mid-sentence as if in the middle of a conversation only he could hear.
"—and that's why I think Godzilla could totally beat Mega Kraken in a dance-off—wait. Whoa. Is this... a viewing party?"
The being grinned—if it could be called that. "Exactly, my dramatic friend! But not just any party. You are here to watch something very important. Something… illuminating."
He snapped his fingers again. The lights dimmed, and the screen flickered to life—soft and massive, shaped more like a horizon than a rectangle.
Baymax blinked slowly. The image appeared again—Tadashi and Hiro, back to back. The skyline of San Fransokyo shimmering in the light.
Wasabi inhaled sharply. Hiro froze.
The being's voice softened, echoing from everywhere and nowhere.
"This is not just a movie. This is your story. And sometimes, stories teach us what we already know… but were too afraid to feel."
As the screen shimmered to life, all eyes turned forward, some curious, others hesitant.
The first image flickered—a grainy handheld video clip.
"Tadashi!" Hiro's voice rang out from the screen, younger, livelier. "Stop recording!"
There was a soft laugh from the figure on screen. Tadashi. Smiling.
Real-time Hiro tensed. His hands clenched in his lap. No one spoke.
Behind them, unnoticed, the space shimmered again.
A figure stood at the back of the room, just beyond the edge of the light. Tall. Familiar.
Tadashi Hamada.
His expression was unreadable. Not quite surprise. Not quite pain. Something deeper. His eyes fixed on the image playing before him—his own face, smiling as if he had no idea what was coming.
Baymax shifted slightly in his seat, sensors flickering, but made no move to turn.
The being in the air gave no hint that anything was amiss. But a faint glance flickered toward the back of the room. Not quite a smile. Not quite a warning. Something older.
Tadashi took a step forward—then stopped. His eyes fell on Hiro, hunched forward, glued to the screen, knuckles white.
And he smiled. Quietly. Sadly.
But he didn't speak. Not yet.
Night. Neon lights. The roar of a crowd.
On-screen, a younger Hiro Hamada stood in the middle of a dark underground arena, dwarfed by shadows and hype men shouting his name.
"Bot Fight!" Fred shouted in real-time, fists pumping. "I love this part!"
Hiro blinked. "Wait, wait—that's tonight. That was… a few months before—"
He trailed off. His voice faltered.
Baymax leaned forward slightly, scanning the image. "Hiro, your posture appears tenser than normal."
"Yeah, well," Hiro muttered, eyes still glued to the screen. "That's me about to get my butt handed to me."
On-screen Hiro's tiny robot scuttled forward—adorably unimpressive—and got crushed by a massive, spiked machine. The crowd laughed.
"Okay, not a great start," Wasabi admitted, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
GoGo crossed her arms. "This isn't exactly a shining first impression."
Honey Lemon gave Hiro a sympathetic smile. "But you had so much potential. Even then."
Fred, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh man, the hustle! This is classic underdog setup! Watch this, watch this—he's about to turn the whole match around!"
True to form, on-screen Hiro suddenly flipped the script. His bot zipped to life, dismantling the opponent with stunning precision.
The crowd in the movie erupted. So did Fred.
"See?! Genius!"
In the back, Tadashi's expression remained still. Proud… but pained.
He watched his little brother accept the winnings, that cocky smile he knew so well. The kind of smile that masked how far Hiro had fallen after—no. That hadn't happened yet. Not for them.
Back in the theater, Hiro squirmed in his seat.
"I wasn't doing anything wrong," he said suddenly, as if defending himself to someone who hadn't spoken. "It's not like I was hurting anybody. It's just… bot fighting."
Baymax tilted his head. "Illegal bot fighting."
"Details."
Wasabi sighed. "Hiro…"
But the screen kept playing.
And somewhere behind them, Tadashi took another step forward. Silent. Watching.
The screen flashed again.
Inside the police station, Hiro sat slouched in a plastic chair. A very annoyed-looking Tadashi slouched beside him, arms crossed, jaw tight.
Fred burst out laughing. "Wait—Tadashi got arrested too?! I forgot that happened!"
"He followed me," Hiro muttered, "after telling me not to go in the first place."
On-screen, the doors banged open.
"What were you two thinking?!"
Aunt Cass stormed in, the ultimate fusion of parental rage and panic. She flailed a little, arms waving, pacing in small circles before approaching the desk.
Baymax blinked. "Aunt Cass's stress levels appear elevated."
"She's always like that," Wasabi said, chuckling. "Even at brunch."
Honey Lemon winced sympathetically. "Poor Cass…"
On-screen, she scolded both boys before signing their release forms with a flourish that screamed 'I'm too tired for this.'
"You are grounded, Hiro. And you—" she turned to Tadashi—"You are extra grounded. You're supposed to be the responsible one!"
The Tadashi beside Hiro simply rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish.
Real-time Hiro snorted softly, a smile flickering onto his face.
"She still made me do the dishes for, like, a month."
In the shadows of the theater, the real Tadashi allowed himself a smile too. Brief. Quiet. Remembered.
He looked down at the projection of himself and Hiro walking out of the station together—bickering, nudging, laughing.
How little they knew.
The screen faded from flashing police lights to the dim yellow glow of Aunt Cass's café.
On-screen, Hiro slumped at the kitchen table, arms folded. Tadashi sat across from him, fidgeting with a napkin, clearly holding back a lecture.
Aunt Cass paced in the background, muttering to herself about "irresponsible boys" and "jail time at fourteen." She slammed a tea mug on the table, spilling just a little. "You two are going to be the death of me," she snapped before storming off upstairs.
"I was trying to help him," Tadashi called after her, but the door slammed shut.
"Real smooth," Hiro muttered.
The real Hiro cringed in his seat. "Ugh. I was such a brat."
"'Was'?" GoGo teased under her breath.
The screen held on the silence for a beat—just Hiro and Tadashi, stewing in post-arrest awkwardness. Then Tadashi stood up.
"C'mon," he said, grabbing his keys. "I want to show you something."
"Wait," Hiro on screen blinked. "Now?"
Tadashi gave a small shrug. "You're already up."
Real-time Hiro chuckled softly. "That's such a 'Tadashi' thing to say…"
The scene cut again.
They arrived at the campus. Quiet. Peaceful. The moon hanging over the glass-paneled tech buildings like a watchful eye.
"Why are we here?" Hiro muttered as they walked.
"You'll see."
The screen transitioned again—inside the Nerd Lab. All at once, colour, invention, chaos.
GoGo zooming across the floor on her wheels.
Wasabi's lasers sparking dangerously close to his sleeve.
Honey Lemon bubbling with chemicals in shades science hadn't even named yet.
Fred waving enthusiastically in a monster suit.
"Okay," Hiro on screen said, a little more interested. "This is… kinda cool."
Real-time Hiro smiled again. "I forgot how insane it all looked at first."
Baymax turned. "Your facial expression now matches your recorded response."
"...Thanks, Baymax."
Then the moment.
Tadashi led Hiro to a quiet corner of the lab, tapped a small panel, and stepped back.
With a soft fwoomp, a white vinyl balloon began to inflate.
"Hello," it said. "I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."
Real Hiro inhaled sharply.
On-screen, he blinked. "What is that?"
"A healthcare robot," Tadashi said proudly. "He's designed to help people. That's what I've been working on."
In the darkened theater, the real Tadashi watched that moment—his moment—like it was frozen in time. The night he stopped being just a big brother and started trying to save Hiro in the only way he could: through purpose.
Hiro on screen looked back at Baymax, then at the lab, then at his brother.
Something changed in his face.
Not a smile. But not a frown either.
Hope. Just the beginning of it.
Back in the present, Hiro wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve and quickly played it off. "It's dusty in here."
Honey Lemon smiled gently. "Sure it is."
Fred leaned in toward the screen. "This is where the movie really starts, folks."
GoGo elbowed him. "Shut up, Fred."
In the shadows at the back of the room, the real Tadashi stood still. Eyes fixed on his brother. A quiet pride in his gaze.
Even now.
The screen flickered for a moment, then transitioned.
Hiro's voice broke the silence.
"I can do this."
Inside the Lucky Cat Garage, the hum of the overhead lights filled the air, blending with the clink of tools and the faint buzz of machines. Hiro stood hunched over his workbench, papers and blueprints scattered around, surrounded by pieces of inventions and ideas in motion. His hands moved quickly across the table, sketching the designs for his Microbots—tiny, programmable robots that could build anything and reassemble at will.
The music swelled as a montage began.
Hiro rushed from one station to the next, moving between his cluttered workbenches. 3D printers buzzed and whirred as he scanned his designs, welded pieces together, and fine-tuned his prototypes. Time seemed to slip away as he dove deeper into the work. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his tools and the sharp focus in his movements.
Through it all, there was only Hiro—his mind locked on his creation, and the world around him fading into the background.
The door creaked open, and Aunt Cass stepped in, holding a steaming plate of food. "Hiro," she called gently, "I know you're working, but you have to eat sometime." She set the plate down on a nearby table with a soft thud. "Take a break, okay?"
Hiro glanced up for a moment, distracted but grateful. "Thanks, Aunt Cass." He didn't say more, already turning back to his work.
She smiled softly, her eyes filled with both pride and concern, before stepping quietly out of the garage. "Just don't forget to eat, alright?"
Hiro barely responded, his focus shifting back to the Microbots as he started to eat the food quickly, his mind already racing back to his invention. He barely tasted it, but the brief moment of nourishment was enough to keep him going.
The montage continued. Hiro testing the Microbots, refining their design. Each one moving more smoothly than the last. The excitement built. This was it. The breakthrough.
Finally, Hiro's first Microbot successfully came to life, moving across the table in a fluid, near-perfect motion.
The screen cut to black.
A long, heavy silence filled the room. The theater was quiet, everyone reflecting on the moment of triumph.
The mysterious figure raised his hand with a subtle flick of the wrist.
"More company," he murmured, and with a flicker of light, Aunt Cass appeared—lie she was already there.
She blinked, startled, as if the world had shifted beneath her feet. "Wait, what? Where am I now?" She looked around, confusion written all over her face. "Hiro? What is this place?"
GoGo leaned forward, her eyes wide. "What the heck? She's really here?"
Fred blinked rapidly. "Whoa. This is… weird."
Baymax, standing off to the side, simply observed. "Hiro's guardian, Aunt Cass. She seems disoriented."
Aunt Cass rubbed her temples. "Where's my café? What happened to everything? Is this some kind of dream?"
She glanced around nervously at the unfamiliar faces, clearly feeling overwhelmed. "What's going on?"
The mysterious figure, seated in the shadows, observed silently. His presence unspoken but undeniable, as if he controlled the ebb and flow of everything happening in the room.
=T.B.C= (What do you think?)