- Tied Together - Alpha Pennywise x Omega Megamind

The Emo Revolution...😔✊

====Megapenis's POV====

Megamind was discharged from the hospital three days later. He hadn't spoken at all during that time. His voice felt hoarse from screaming. Everything hurt from his injuries. But what hurt the most was his heart. He hadn't meant to hurt daddy Pennywise so badly.

After the argument, he'd received multiple calls from Pennywise, and five total voicemails. They all sounded the same.

Please take me back.

I'm sorry.

Please kitten witten woo.

Megamind had blocked him after hearing the last one. Hearing his old nickname made him feel gross, if anything. With a heavy heart and tear stained cheeks, Megamind slowly trudged back to his apartment. He opened the door, and felt a pang in his heart as he remembered the last time he had entered. Pennywise had been injured, and Megamind had treated the wound. A wound that he'd caused. It never would've happened if that bastard hadn't been in his rival gang. He could feel tears prickling his saddened orbs again, but fought back. He'd cried enough over this traitor.

Opening up his pastel pink fridge, he took out a bottle of wine and popped the cork. It wouldn't hurt to drink a bit, right? Just to forget the pain.

He noticed the magnets on the fridge as he poured a glass, which held up a picture of him and zaddy waddy pennywise smiling at a carnival. He sniffled. He missed his best friend/maybe lover. He took a giant sip of the wine, grimacing from the bitter taste. It had been a while since he'd drank. Maybe because getting into a gang made it too hard for him to have much free time, much less to get drunk. Drunk. Pennywise loved to get drunk with him. His dawgs curled at the thought, and he took another swig. Forget him. He didn't even realise he was crying until the hot tears made their way to the edges of his soft, uwu lips. Just then the coo coo clock on his wall cried out, making Megamind flinch and drop his wine glass.

"Aw, that was my favorite," he whined.

He glanced at his watch. It was 10 pm. Shit. If he didn't get ready he was going to be late. To what, you may ask? Well, once a month, the #omegalul gang members from across multiple cities meet up and have a meeting to discuss what accomplishments they'd completed. The group with the most tasks done would get bonus funding for future missions. He needed to be there because he had to atone for not killing Mayor Chucky. They still hadn't found the mole, and suspicions were fading. Oh, if only they knew what horrors awaited in just a few hours.

=======Pennywise's POV, right after the argument======

He was broken. He was emo. He hurt so badly somedays that even the Slipknot music couldn't push away his woes. He shouldn't have been so cross with daddy Megamind. Maybe if he'd waited until his anger subsided, they could've had a rational conversation. Who knows, they might've even kissed again... Megamind's uwu lips were so juicy, as if they'd gotten stung by a bee. Coincidentally, they'd tasted like honey too. He'd give anything to kiss him again.

Megamind hadn't been answering his voicemails, and desperately alpha Penny wenny tried to call again. But instead of it going to voicemail, it told him he was blocked from the user. Pennywise raged and almost became emo, but held back the urges to grow devil horns because he knew it wouldn't be what Megamind wanted. They could never have been together. It broke Penny's heart to even think about it. He clutched a photo of them together at a carnival, and mourned the loss of both a loving friendship, and something more.

Three days later, he heard that Megamind had been released from the hospital. He don't know why he bothered to check, he probably hated him anyways. Sighing, Pennywise took another sip of his coffee, before going back to reading the local newspaper. The #sigmanation gang typically put their secret messages in the top left column, and when Pennywise saw the jumbled words he began deciphering.

Meet...

At...

Crown... oops that was Town...

Square....

4 P M....

M. C.

M.C? Pennywise had never heard of an M.C... but yet the name seemed vaguely familiar. Almost as if this person had met with him before...

He checked the time and saw that it was nearing 3:30, and Time Square was far enough away that he realised he should get going if he were to make it on time. If he disappointed another client, he'd be killed for ruining productivity.

Upon arriving, Pennywise noticed three things that seemed odd. The place upon which he was supposed to meet the client was HEAVILY guarded with people in fancy black suits, the streets were bare, and only a few of the many electronic advertisements were actually playing. He was backing out slowly when he bumped into something hard. He whipped around to see one of the guards, who then grabbed him by the arms and easily lifted him off the ground. Pennywise hollered and kicked his feet, demanding to be released, but it was no use. The guard carried him over to the middle of Time Square, and then dropped him. Pennywise fell to his knees with a grunt, almost crying from the small scrape on his now bleeding hand. He looked up and his orbs widened to the size of golfballs from utter shock. In front of him stood...