On A Nightmare Scream

This is the RP and questions blog for one of my Megamind OCs. By day she's Violet Morgan, mild-mannered college student. By night she's Nightmare Scream, superheroine-in-training, currently on walkabout in the alternate realities of Tumblr. Ask her questions, message her, whatever you like - I'll do my best to answer! Info & Biography Music Playlist RP Tracker Fan Art

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[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet shrugged. “I know therapy doesn’t work for everybody. But when it does, I’ve seen it make a huge difference. Even when it’s just having a sympathetic ear while you sort out your own thoughts.

“I am glad you’ve already got a therapist who knows your situation, though.” She gave a small snort, remembering her own brief, unhelpful experience with therapy as a teenager. “It helps when you don’t have to explain a seriously weird situation from square one.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Sadly this isn’t the first time I’ve had extremely weird situations happen to me,” Harrison sighed dramatically.  “It may be the most bluntly traumatic, but sadly my life hasn’t been particularly easy.  If not for Lynne…. god, I can’t even imagine.”  He shuddered.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

For her part, Violet could easily imagine it. She knew the kind of hardships her own Megamind had faced, simply because he was a blue alien stranded among humans. Even if he hadn’t chosen to become a villain, and had tried to become a respectable civilian like Harrison, his life would have been difficult. Humans had a hard enough time accepting each other, let alone someone who was so obviously different. 

“It’s better not to imagine it. Just focus on what’s here and now. And hold on to the positive memories.” She chuckled. “I would say ‘think happy thoughts’, but I don’t think the copyright lawyers would like that.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

That got a wry chuckle out of the blue man.  “Thank you again Violet,” he said extending his hand warmly to shake though the gesture seemed oddly formal since she had literally just been inside his mind.  “Rest assured that a very large check is in the mail.”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet took his hand, and shook it with equal warmth. Now that she’d been so deeply inside Harrison’s mind, she had nothing to fear from intrusive thoughts. 

“I do appreciate that,” she said. “But mostly, I’m just glad I could make a difference.” 

It might not be the same as chasing criminals in the streets, or arguing for justice in the courtroom. But for a superhero, helping people in any way, even if it was just one person, was all part of the job. 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Oooh yeah,” the blue man exhaled slowly.  “I think…. I need to sit on this for a day or two but then I want to try it again.”  He let out a dry barking laugh.  “This seems like the kind of thing I might need to practice.”

He ran a hand nervously over his bald head.  “In addition to regular therapy.  So much therapy,” he sighed.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet shrugged. “I know therapy doesn’t work for everybody. But when it does, I’ve seen it make a huge difference. Even when it’s just having a sympathetic ear while you sort out your own thoughts.

“I am glad you’ve already got a therapist who knows your situation, though.” She gave a small snort, remembering her own brief, unhelpful experience with therapy as a teenager. “It helps when you don’t have to explain a seriously weird situation from square one.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Sadly this isn’t the first time I’ve had extremely weird situations happen to me,” Harrison sighed dramatically.  “It may be the most bluntly traumatic, but sadly my life hasn’t been particularly easy.  If not for Lynne…. god, I can’t even imagine.”  He shuddered.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

For her part, Violet could easily imagine it. She knew the kind of hardships her own Megamind had faced, simply because he was a blue alien stranded among humans. Even if he hadn’t chosen to become a villain, and had tried to become a respectable civilian like Harrison, his life would have been difficult. Humans had a hard enough time accepting each other, let alone someone who was so obviously different. 

“It’s better not to imagine it. Just focus on what’s here and now. And hold on to the positive memories.” She chuckled. “I would say ‘think happy thoughts’, but I don’t think the copyright lawyers would like that.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison nods.  “It makes sense.  Having something tangible to focus on instead of the panic…. it all makes sense.”  He twiddled his thumbs.  “Thank you Violet.  I mean it.  I… Well, I will be following up with my actual therapist, but thank you.“

[nightmare-in-violet]

“You’re very welcome,” Violet replied, sitting up straighter. “I’m really, really glad we found something that worked. And yeah, going back to your regular therapist a good idea. They’ll have more ideas for strategies you can use, and they’ll be able to help you in a much more long-term way than I can.”

Violet gave Harrison a curious, slightly uncertain look. While she was quite willing to step back and let a trained psychologist take over, she didn’t want to leave the blue man to face his demons on his own just yet. One session wasn’t going to be enough to make everything better. 

She cared about Harrison, especially after deep, personal memories he’d allowed her to see. This wasn’t like sifting through the thoughts of some stranger she ran across on patrol. Harrison had willingly opened his mind to her - something few people did. She wanted to make sure the trust he’d shown her was worth it. 

“Do you want to keep me on call?” she asked. “We can schedule another session whenever you feel the need for it.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Oooh yeah,” the blue man exhaled slowly.  “I think…. I need to sit on this for a day or two but then I want to try it again.”  He let out a dry barking laugh.  “This seems like the kind of thing I might need to practice.”

He ran a hand nervously over his bald head.  “In addition to regular therapy.  So much therapy,” he sighed.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet shrugged. “I know therapy doesn’t work for everybody. But when it does, I’ve seen it make a huge difference. Even when it’s just having a sympathetic ear while you sort out your own thoughts.

“I am glad you’ve already got a therapist who knows your situation, though.” She gave a small snort, remembering her own brief, unhelpful experience with therapy as a teenager. “It helps when you don’t have to explain a seriously weird situation from square one.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet perked up, surprised, as Harrison began to sing to himself. 

It took her a moment to recognize the song from his memory, but there was no mistaking the effect it was having. Sensory triggers could be very powerful - for good or bad - and it seemed this one was helping him shift his thoughts away from the attack. 

Violet was delighted (and not a little relieved). While she’d been prepared to psychically calm Harrison down herself if she had to, the way she had in the park, the point of this unique therapy was for him to learn to do it himself. If this was what helped him, she’d support it completely.

As the blue man continued to sing softly and focus his thoughts, she relaxed her psychic grip. Finally, she let go of his thoughts completely, and waited to see if Harrison would be able to keep himself calm under his own power. 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison’s voice was quiet and wavering, but the more he sang, the calmer he became.  He could feel when Violet let go of his thoughts, like a very tiny pop.  But instead of the panic rushing back in, he felt like he could hold the line.  Eventually he stopped singing and was able to take a few deep breaths.  

“Well.  Um… ahem,” he sputtered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.  “That was certainly…. effective.”

[nightmare-in-violet]

“It certainly seemed like it.” Violet’s smile was wide and bright as she watched him. It wasn’t hard to see that the blue man was a little embarrassed, and she tried to make it clear he had no need to be. “A lot of people with anxiety or trauma use some little trick to help them calm down. Repeating a mantra, relaxing scents, that kind of thing. Having a special song makes total sense.” 

[nightmare-in-violet]

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Harrison nods.  “It makes sense.  Having something tangible to focus on instead of the panic…. it all makes sense.”  He twiddled his thumbs.  “Thank you Violet.  I mean it.  I… Well, I will be following up with my actual therapist, but thank you.“

“You’re very welcome,” Violet replied, sitting up straighter. “I’m really, really glad we found something that worked. And yeah, going back to your regular therapist a good idea. They’ll have more ideas for strategies you can use, and they’ll be able to help you in a much more long-term way than I can.”

Violet gave Harrison a curious, slightly uncertain look. While she was quite willing to step back and let a trained psychologist take over, she didn’t want to leave the blue man to face his demons on his own just yet. One session wasn’t going to be enough to make everything better. 

She cared about Harrison, especially after deep, personal memories he’d allowed her to see. This wasn’t like sifting through the thoughts of some stranger she ran across on patrol. Harrison had willingly opened his mind to her - something few people did. She wanted to make sure the trust he’d shown her was worth it. 

“Do you want to keep me on call?” she asked. “We can schedule another session whenever you feel the need for it.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

His heart was racing and his palms were beginning to sweat as he thought about what Carnage had done….. but then there was a feeling of love.  Of calm.  Of being surrounded by people who loved him.  Harrison frowned as the two distinct sets of memories warred in his mind, tipping from fear to joy with wild abandon as he tried to hold onto the memory of his mate.  In the end, the only way he could shift himself away from the terror was to start to sing the song that had played when he proposed to his beloved.  Softly, under his breath, he began to mumble.  “Take my hand, take my whole life too….”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet perked up, surprised, as Harrison began to sing to himself. 

It took her a moment to recognize the song from his memory, but there was no mistaking the effect it was having. Sensory triggers could be very powerful - for good or bad - and it seemed this one was helping him shift his thoughts away from the attack. 

Violet was delighted (and not a little relieved). While she’d been prepared to psychically calm Harrison down herself if she had to, the way she had in the park, the point of this unique therapy was for him to learn to do it himself. If this was what helped him, she’d support it completely.

As the blue man continued to sing softly and focus his thoughts, she relaxed her psychic grip. Finally, she let go of his thoughts completely, and waited to see if Harrison would be able to keep himself calm under his own power. 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison’s voice was quiet and wavering, but the more he sang, the calmer he became.  He could feel when Violet let go of his thoughts, like a very tiny pop.  But instead of the panic rushing back in, he felt like he could hold the line.  Eventually he stopped singing and was able to take a few deep breaths.  

“Well.  Um… ahem,” he sputtered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.  “That was certainly…. effective.”

[nightmare-in-violet]

“It certainly seemed like it.” Violet’s smile was wide and bright as she watched him. It wasn’t hard to see that the blue man was a little embarrassed, and she tried to make it clear he had no need to be. “A lot of people with anxiety or trauma use some little trick to help them calm down. Repeating a mantra, relaxing scents, that kind of thing. Having a special song makes total sense.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison’s lower lip wibbles.  He really does not want to do this.  He knows it’s a good idea, but he viscerally does not want to relive that particular experience.  But what is that alternative?  Being terrified all the time? He needs to do something and even though he’s scared, he’s never been the type to give up before he really tries.  It takes him a few more deep breaths before he works up the courage to try again.

Finally mental movie starts in his mind with Carnage crashing through the glass and Wayne flying across the room.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

“Good, good,” Violet’s voice was barely more than a murmur. She’d closed her eyes to help her concentration, and she could see the mental movie playing through Harrison’s mind as clearly as if she’d shared the same memory. 

She let him continue to relive the event, until she could sense he was getting just a little too close to panic again. Immediately, she pulled the warm, positive memory of the proposal up slightly, and nudged the memory of the attack down, as if she were tipping the balance on a set of scales. 

“Do you feel that? Bring the good memory up the rest of the way,” she coaxed him gently. “Remember that you’re safe, and loved. Shift your thoughts.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

His heart was racing and his palms were beginning to sweat as he thought about what Carnage had done….. but then there was a feeling of love.  Of calm.  Of being surrounded by people who loved him.  Harrison frowned as the two distinct sets of memories warred in his mind, tipping from fear to joy with wild abandon as he tried to hold onto the memory of his mate.  In the end, the only way he could shift himself away from the terror was to start to sing the song that had played when he proposed to his beloved.  Softly, under his breath, he began to mumble.  “Take my hand, take my whole life too….”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet perked up, surprised, as Harrison began to sing to himself. 

It took her a moment to recognize the song from his memory, but there was no mistaking the effect it was having. Sensory triggers could be very powerful - for good or bad - and it seemed this one was helping him shift his thoughts away from the attack. 

Violet was delighted (and not a little relieved). While she’d been prepared to psychically calm Harrison down herself if she had to, the way she had in the park, the point of this unique therapy was for him to learn to do it himself. If this was what helped him, she’d support it completely.

As the blue man continued to sing softly and focus his thoughts, she relaxed her psychic grip. Finally, she let go of his thoughts completely, and waited to see if Harrison would be able to keep himself calm under his own power. 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

Instinctively Harrison winces and physically pulls back from Violet’s touch.  He doesn’t want that to pollute the beautiful memories he has with his mate… and he doesn’t want to think about what Carnage did to them and their home unless he absolutely has to.  He opens his eyes long enough to give Violet a look that says “do I have to?” as clearly as if he were shouting it.  Which is pretty much is mentally.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet could easily feel the force of Harrison’s reluctance, and it did make her hesitate. She wasn’t really trained for this, she reminded herself, and she still didn’t know for sure if this unusual therapy would help.

Even so, she tried to hold her ground. “I know, it sucks. But this is the whole point of what we’re doing. You think about the attack in a safe, controlled place, so you can learn how to cope with the memories without panicking, and then you’re prepared when worse flashbacks come.” 

As she spoke, she concentrated, psychically moving the memory of the proposal further back in Harrison’s mind. He’d still be able to recall it easily, but he’d have space to think about something else too. 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison’s lower lip wibbles.  He really does not want to do this.  He knows it’s a good idea, but he viscerally does not want to relive that particular experience.  But what is that alternative?  Being terrified all the time? He needs to do something and even though he’s scared, he’s never been the type to give up before he really tries.  It takes him a few more deep breaths before he works up the courage to try again.

Finally mental movie starts in his mind with Carnage crashing through the glass and Wayne flying across the room.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

“Good, good,” Violet’s voice was barely more than a murmur. She’d closed her eyes to help her concentration, and she could see the mental movie playing through Harrison’s mind as clearly as if she’d shared the same memory. 

She let him continue to relive the event, until she could sense he was getting just a little too close to panic again. Immediately, she pulled the warm, positive memory of the proposal up slightly, and nudged the memory of the attack down, as if she were tipping the balance on a set of scales. 

“Do you feel that? Bring the good memory up the rest of the way,” she coaxed him gently. “Remember that you’re safe, and loved. Shift your thoughts.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison nods.  It’s a bit tough.  His gut instinct is to go for a memory of his parents holding him as a young child, but all those memories are bittersweet.  He may play it off, but their loss impacted him greatly as a child.  Frankly he’s just not close enough to Violet to be comfortable showing that much of himself and his private grief.  

So instead he takes a deep breath and tries to think of a happy memory with Wayne.  There was their first kiss, with Wayne so timid and gentle.  Or the day he took Harrison back, when he said “Goddamn it Harrison you know I can’t say no to you” - still the only time the blue man has heard his mate really swear.  But in the end he settles on something better.  It’s a memory of the night he proposed to Wayne, standing in the crater surrounded by hundreds of candles, in his mate’s arms, and knowing that he is truly and completely loved.   And knowing they will spend the rest of their lives together.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

The memory was a beautiful one. Violet couldn’t help smiling as she watched it rise up in Harrison’s mind. She just hoped it would be enough. 

“Good choice. All right, I’m going to hold it there for now.” She stretched her hand out, more for emphasis than anything else, her fingers not quite touching Harrison’s forehead. At the same time, her psychic touch gently gripped the memory, keeping it near the forefront of the blue man’s mind, the way a fisherman might keep one of his lures dangling as he waited for a bite. 

“Now, while I’m doing that, I want you to picture the attack again. You don’t have to send yourself into a panic, but I need you to feel at least a little of the fear.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Instinctively Harrison winces and physically pulls back from Violet’s touch.  He doesn’t want that to pollute the beautiful memories he has with his mate… and he doesn’t want to think about what Carnage did to them and their home unless he absolutely has to.  He opens his eyes long enough to give Violet a look that says “do I have to?” as clearly as if he were shouting it.  Which is pretty much is mentally.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet could easily feel the force of Harrison’s reluctance, and it did make her hesitate. She wasn’t really trained for this, she reminded herself, and she still didn’t know for sure if this unusual therapy would help.

Even so, she tried to hold her ground. “I know, it sucks. But this is the whole point of what we’re doing. You think about the attack in a safe, controlled place, so you can learn how to cope with the memories without panicking, and then you’re prepared when worse flashbacks come.” 

As she spoke, she concentrated, psychically moving the memory of the proposal further back in Harrison’s mind. He’d still be able to recall it easily, but he’d have space to think about something else too. 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Does it matter what kind of thought it is?  Or who its with?” Harrison asked, already trying to come up with a suitable example.  “Do I want a specific memory or just a feeling?”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet shrugged. “Whichever you think would help the most. The point of this is to give you something to counteract the traumatic memories. So when the fear and helplessness comes back, you can remember that you’re loved and safe, and focus on that instead.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison nods.  It’s a bit tough.  His gut instinct is to go for a memory of his parents holding him as a young child, but all those memories are bittersweet.  He may play it off, but their loss impacted him greatly as a child.  Frankly he’s just not close enough to Violet to be comfortable showing that much of himself and his private grief.  

So instead he takes a deep breath and tries to think of a happy memory with Wayne.  There was their first kiss, with Wayne so timid and gentle.  Or the day he took Harrison back, when he said “Goddamn it Harrison you know I can’t say no to you” - still the only time the blue man has heard his mate really swear.  But in the end he settles on something better.  It’s a memory of the night he proposed to Wayne, standing in the crater surrounded by hundreds of candles, in his mate’s arms, and knowing that he is truly and completely loved.   And knowing they will spend the rest of their lives together.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

The memory was a beautiful one. Violet couldn’t help smiling as she watched it rise up in Harrison’s mind. She just hoped it would be enough. 

“Good choice. All right, I’m going to hold it there for now.” She stretched her hand out, more for emphasis than anything else, her fingers not quite touching Harrison’s forehead. At the same time, her psychic touch gently gripped the memory, keeping it near the forefront of the blue man’s mind, the way a fisherman might keep one of his lures dangling as he waited for a bite. 

“Now, while I’m doing that, I want you to picture the attack again. You don’t have to send yourself into a panic, but I need you to feel at least a little of the fear.” 

[every-sinner-deactivated2020073]

All the children fathered by a Psycho Delic. Cat, Maxwell, Harley and Shiloh are fathered by the same one. Violet and Dahlia are fathered by two different ones as well. So three different Psycho Delics made six children.

[nightmare-in-violet]

[[ Aw yissss :D I love how they all have the same shade of purple somewhere, tying them all together. Awesome art is awesome! ]]

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Thank you,” Harrison replied horsely.  The bond he has with Minion, well, there is nothing like it on earth so it has sometimes been hard for humans to understand.  He’s dealt with everything from confused servants to jealous lovers to cut throat businessman who just don’t understand that pushing Minion away would be like cutting off a limb.  

“I’m glad you understand Ms. Morgan,” the fish adds politely.  

Violet’s explanation has at least provided a distraction for the blue man from reliving his trauma, and he’s feeling more relaxed with Minion in his lap.  “So what should I do now?” he asks her, sitting up a bit straighter.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet considered it. “Like I said, I want you to try focusing on positive things. Think about the people who love you, and support you. If you can bring those positive thoughts up to the forefront of your mind, I’ll see if I can help you hold them there. It’ll be like what I did in the park, but not as intense.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Does it matter what kind of thought it is?  Or who its with?” Harrison asked, already trying to come up with a suitable example.  “Do I want a specific memory or just a feeling?”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet shrugged. “Whichever you think would help the most. The point of this is to give you something to counteract the traumatic memories. So when the fear and helplessness comes back, you can remember that you’re loved and safe, and focus on that instead.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison shook his head as he wrapped his arms around Minion’s ball.  “I don’t think it’s ever come up….”

[nightmare-in-violet]

“Well … yeah.” Violet tried not to look awkward. She hadn’t meant to turn this into a conversation about her, but if ever there was a time Harrison should know, this was it. “He adopted me as his ward when I was sixteen. And his Minion and I are really close friends.”

And if things had been different, we might have been more than that, she thought to herself. But, there was no point in dwelling on those long-ago feelings now. She pushed them aside, and tried to get back to the point. 

“What I’m saying is, I understand how important your Minion is to you. The kind of support he gives.” She turned to the fish. “And I understand how much your Sir means to you.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

“Thank you,” Harrison replied horsely.  The bond he has with Minion, well, there is nothing like it on earth so it has sometimes been hard for humans to understand.  He’s dealt with everything from confused servants to jealous lovers to cut throat businessman who just don’t understand that pushing Minion away would be like cutting off a limb.  

“I’m glad you understand Ms. Morgan,” the fish adds politely.  

Violet’s explanation has at least provided a distraction for the blue man from reliving his trauma, and he’s feeling more relaxed with Minion in his lap.  “So what should I do now?” he asks her, sitting up a bit straighter.  

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet considered it. “Like I said, I want you to try focusing on positive things. Think about the people who love you, and support you. If you can bring those positive thoughts up to the forefront of your mind, I’ll see if I can help you hold them there. It’ll be like what I did in the park, but not as intense.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[nightmare-in-violet]

Minion didn’t have to ask. Violet recognized the fish’s expression and posture in his bowl, and the feelings of love, concern, and protectiveness radiating from his mind. The Minion she knew back home had the same body language, and she nodded, beckoning him to come over and comfort Harrison. 

“That part, I can’t say,” she admitted. “I don’t know this guy, so I don’t know how he really felt, or what he was thinking. I know how it feels to be betrayed by someone you trusted, though.” Her tone grew gentle again. “It’s one of the worst things in the world. But you’ve still got people you can trust.” 

Violet looked up at Minion as she continued to speak. “I’d like you to try thinking about them. Think about the people who love you. Who’d do anything to protect you. If you can bring up those thoughts, I’ll help you focus on them.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison was still crunched around himself when Minion’s robotic hand touched his shoulder.  He opened his eyes enough to look Minion right in his, trying and failing to keep his lower lip from wibbling.  “Minion?” he asked in a strained voice.

He doesn’t need to elaborate.  As if the fish can read his mind, Minion rubs Harrison’s shoulder soothingly with a robotic hand and swims down into the lower part of the suit.  Soon a hatch on the torso opens and the little fish is in a small round ball, perfectly suited for holding.  As soon as Harrison takes the ball out, Minion’s robotic suit steps back, sits on a chair and powers down.  

He looks at Violet awkwardly.  “You must think I look ridiculous,” he says.  “A Fortune 100 CEO and I still need my minionfish as a security blanket….”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet shook her head, with a soft smile. “It doesn’t look ridiculous to me at all. And not just ‘cause I think it’s fine for you to need comfort. Harrison … did I ever tell you, I was raised by my dimension’s version of Megamind?” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison shook his head as he wrapped his arms around Minion’s ball.  “I don’t think it’s ever come up….”

[nightmare-in-violet]

“Well ... yeah.” Violet tried not to look awkward. She hadn’t meant to turn this into a conversation about her, but if ever there was a time Harrison should know, this was it. “He adopted me as his ward when I was sixteen. And his Minion and I are really close friends.”

And if things had been different, we might have been more than that, she thought to herself. But, there was no point in dwelling on those long-ago feelings now. She pushed them aside, and tried to get back to the point. 

“What I’m saying is, I understand how important your Minion is to you. The kind of support he gives.” She turned to the fish. “And I understand how much your Sir means to you.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[nightmare-in-violet]

“Hey,” Violet spoke up, losing her calm air, “you are far from boring. You’re super-intelligent, and you’ve accomplished a hell of a lot since you came to Earth. Your work, your inventions - they help people. This threat might be outside your field of experience, but it doesn’t make you weak, or change what you’ve already done.” 

She got up from her chair, and took a seat on the couch, still leaving some space between herself and Harrison. “Also, speaking as someone with superpowers? There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to kill. I was always taught to avoid it unless I had absolutely no choice. Sounds to me like this guy was just trying to justify it to himself.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison nods, his head bobbing wildly as he purses his lips tight and his eyes closed.  A pair of blue arms slowly make his way around his middle and he holds himself like that for a long moment, like he needs to literally hold himself together.  

Minion looks over at Violet with concern.   Usually when Harrison gets like this, Minion comes over and holds him or lets the blue man hold him in his small ball like he did when Harrison was a child.  He’s not sure if he should let Violet do her thing or step in to comfort his beloved Sir. 

“I trusted him,” Harrison finally says quietly though his teeth are still clenched tight.  “I thought he was my…. friend…..”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Minion didn’t have to ask. Violet recognized the fish’s expression and posture in his bowl, and the feelings of love, concern, and protectiveness radiating from his mind. The Minion she knew back home had the same body language, and she nodded, beckoning him to come over and comfort Harrison. 

“That part, I can’t say,” she admitted. “I don’t know this guy, so I don’t know how he really felt, or what he was thinking. I know how it feels to be betrayed by someone you trusted, though.” Her tone grew gentle again. “It’s one of the worst things in the world. But you’ve still got people you can trust.” 

Violet looked up at Minion as she continued to speak. “I’d like you to try thinking about them. Think about the people who love you. Who’d do anything to protect you. If you can bring up those thoughts, I’ll help you focus on them.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison was still crunched around himself when Minion’s robotic hand touched his shoulder.  He opened his eyes enough to look Minion right in his, trying and failing to keep his lower lip from wibbling.  “Minion?” he asked in a strained voice.

He doesn’t need to elaborate.  As if the fish can read his mind, Minion rubs Harrison’s shoulder soothingly with a robotic hand and swims down into the lower part of the suit.  Soon a hatch on the torso opens and the little fish is in a small round ball, perfectly suited for holding.  As soon as Harrison takes the ball out, Minion’s robotic suit steps back, sits on a chair and powers down.  

He looks at Violet awkwardly.  “You must think I look ridiculous,” he says.  “A Fortune 100 CEO and I still need my minionfish as a security blanket….”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Violet shook her head, with a soft smile. “It doesn’t look ridiculous to me at all. And not just ‘cause I think it’s fine for you to need comfort. Harrison ... did I ever tell you, I was raised by my dimension’s version of Megamind?” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Extra Sensory Perception

[dark-blue-mondays]

“I can’t be this person who could…. who could kill.  I know its stupid and weak, I know it.  I’m surrounded by all these people with amazing strength and powers but I’m not like that.  I’m never going to be that,” Harrison spat out, his words practically a sob.  “I’m not strong like that, physically or mentally.  I’m not, I’m just not.  It’s all magic and demons and superpowers and I’m just a boring businessman.  I can’t….”

[nightmare-in-violet]

“Hey,” Violet spoke up, losing her calm air, “you are far from boring. You’re super-intelligent, and you’ve accomplished a hell of a lot since you came to Earth. Your work, your inventions - they help people. This threat might be outside your field of experience, but it doesn’t make you weak, or change what you’ve already done.” 

She got up from her chair, and took a seat on the couch, still leaving some space between herself and Harrison. “Also, speaking as someone with superpowers? There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to kill. I was always taught to avoid it unless I had absolutely no choice. Sounds to me like this guy was just trying to justify it to himself.” 

[dark-blue-mondays]

Harrison nods, his head bobbing wildly as he purses his lips tight and his eyes closed.  A pair of blue arms slowly make his way around his middle and he holds himself like that for a long moment, like he needs to literally hold himself together.  

Minion looks over at Violet with concern.   Usually when Harrison gets like this, Minion comes over and holds him or lets the blue man hold him in his small ball like he did when Harrison was a child.  He’s not sure if he should let Violet do her thing or step in to comfort his beloved Sir. 

“I trusted him,” Harrison finally says quietly though his teeth are still clenched tight.  “I thought he was my…. friend…..”

[nightmare-in-violet]

Minion didn’t have to ask. Violet recognized the fish’s expression and posture in his bowl, and the feelings of love, concern, and protectiveness radiating from his mind. The Minion she knew back home had the same body language, and she nodded, beckoning him to come over and comfort Harrison. 

“That part, I can’t say,” she admitted. “I don’t know this guy, so I don’t know how he really felt, or what he was thinking. I know how it feels to be betrayed by someone you trusted, though.” Her tone grew gentle again. “It’s one of the worst things in the world. But you’ve still got people you can trust.” 

Violet looked up at Minion as she continued to speak. “I’d like you to try thinking about them. Think about the people who love you. Who’d do anything to protect you. If you can bring up those thoughts, I’ll help you focus on them.” 

[sixpenceee]

Skeleton Rings. Obtained from here & here. (Creepy/Morbid Jewelry Part 1 & Part 2)