You'd heard all about Mgamind from your cousin Roxanne. She'd call you after his latest kidnapping to complain about whatever cliche scheme he'd come up with that day. By the time you'd moved into your modest apartment in Metro City, you already knew all the details about the resident supervillain. So naturally, you were curious.

Your curiosity paid off one evening. You were locking up the cafe you worked at downtown when a black car skidded into a parking spot. The car was adorned in metal spikes, like the ultimate goth hotwheel. When a tall blue figure stepped out followed by a fish in a mismatched mechsuit, you realized who it was.

"Excellent work, Minion," he said cheerfully. "You broke me out in record time."

The fish did a happy circle in his tank. "No problem, Sir! You can always count on--" They both paused at the sight of you. You were watching them with wide eyes, the keys still clutched in your hand.

Megamind fumbled over his words before pointing at you. "And who are you?"

"Oh," you quickly snapped out of it. "No one. I was just looking at your car."

Minion squinted suspiciously, "What about our car?"

"Nothing!" you said defensively. "It's just... different."

Megamind's shoulders seemed to slump. He huffed and crossed his arms, looking away. "Yeah. Not the first time I've heard that one."

You couldn't help but feel a little bad. You couldn't imagine what growing up looking like him was like, especially since Metroman seemed so perfect. "No, no.. Different is good."