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[subjectnopowers]

((It takes him a moment to realize that anything is different, but when he does his reaction is immediate and extremely violent. There's a loud crash in the lobby as the small boy panics, feeling lost and terrified and helpless. He darts desperately for some place, any place, small enough to make him feel safe (need to get out of the open, can't

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[blueboobs]

[For a few moments after that bizarre display, Megamind merely stands and stares, because she quite clearly remembers what Wayne Scott was like as a child and it was most certainly not that.

Of course, then she has to decide what to do about it. She can't just do nothing; for all that she attempts to kill him on at least a weekly basis, she considers Wayne to be a... Well. Friend is perhaps the wrong word. Friendly rival? There's definitely some level of feeling there, otherwise she'd... well, she'd put more effort into killing him, to be perfectly frank. As it is, her inventions are designed to test his weaknesses, occasionally his problem-solving skills, but never to actually do him any lasting damage. After all, where would the game be left if the hero died?

She ca--she has an interest in making sure Metro Man survives, so she has to help this little Wayne. With this decision in mind, Megamind makes for the reception desk, ignoring the staff that are looking anxiously at a chair. Or, rather, something under the chair

[subjectnopowers]

((Under the cloud that smothers his thoughts and makes it hard to think, a small part of him flinches at the sound of the familiar name that he hasn't heard in so long. Steeling himself though the tremors, he cracks open his eyes to look at the source of the voice, and for a moment, pure curiosity opens up his face and relaxes him, because he's never seen a blue person before (what is this, is this another test?, why--). He stares at her, eyes wide, hands still covering his mouth, his panicked breathing slowing down.

But the moment passes and he recalls that, blue or not, she's still a stranger, and strangers are bad. His eyes snap shut once more and he curls up further, trying to make himself as small as possible under the chair.

At least he's past the worse of his panic attack now, and his tremors are merely from natural fright instead of terror.))

[blueboobs]

[For a moment, she thinks she's gotten through to him - that he recognises her despite whatever is happening to him; it looks like some sort of panic attack, though why he'd be having one is beyond her - and she smiles at him encouragingly. It's not good, to say the least, to see Wayne like this and she wants to snap him out of it sharpish. Parallels are one thing, but this is something else entirely.

Just as she's getting her hopes up, though, he shuts down again and her smile falters and fades, leaving a sense of panic. What the hell is she supposed to do, if she's meant to do anything at all? Roxanne would know what to do here, or even Minion, but her? She hasn't the faintest idea where to so much as start.

Remembering the way her uncles used to act when she was a kid, Megamind decides to try brash humor first. It could work, right?]

Oh, come on, there's no need for that. I'm not actually going to kill you, especially when you're that size.

[subjectnopowers]

((And just as suddenly, the terror is back. Through his hands there comes a muffled noise that sounds almost like a sob and the boy starts scrambling back, bringing the chair with him. The metal legs screech along the tiled floor until he's stopped short by a wall, and he does his best to ignore everything in a vain attempt to disappear.

It's so hard to understand some of what she's saying, but he remembers very well that one of the most-- invasive-- tests was when They were trying to find out what would harm him, what would damage him.

This blue person is an unknown, a stranger. Maybe she's found something that actually will.))