Something to Talk About

By Ryuu (

Summary: Ever since announcing his plans to hunt down and destroy Our Heroes one by one, Megabyte has been under a lot of stress. Who does the resident viral overlord go to when the pressures get to be too much?

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own Megabyte or Phong, though I can dream, can't I? Both belong to Mainframe Entertainment and I'm grateful for their creation. I'm not getting money out of this and I'm not really worth much to sue.

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"I suppose I've always had a need to control others." Megabyte sighed and put a hand to his temples. "I just don't know how to interact with them on any other level."

"Really?" Phong nodded. "I can see how that would be hard for you, my son. Please continue."

"I'd like for people to see me as something other than their viral overlord. Yes, I like the respect, and the fear is nice too, but it'd be nice to not have people cower the moment I walk into a room."

"Um-hmm." Phong's eyes darted quickly around the room, searching for an escape route. "So, what you really want is a friend?"

"That's it! That's it exactly!" Megabyte sat up and gestured to Phong. "Look at you! You have friends and the respect of the system, and you never had to infect anyone to get it."

"Oh well, I-" Phong began.

"I've always been a victim of the anti-virus prejudice out there," Megabyte said sadly.


"There's so much more to me than an infection and some malicious code, you know!" Megabyte shook his head. "I've always been a patron of the arts. And I enjoy playing guitar. I believe the Guardian does as well."

"Well yes, he does, but-"

"But no one ever bothers to get close enough to me to find that out. They just look at me, think, 'oh, evil, nasty virus,' and…and…"

Phong handed over a box of tissues. Megabyte took one and blew his nose.

"Thank you."

"Of course, my son."

"So, what do you think I can do to get people to…like me?"

"Well…" Phong smiled nervously, "perhaps this 'hunt' could be called off? I think, perhaps, it only serves to drive people farther from you?"


"Oh, yes." Phong nodded.

Megabyte looked thoughtful. "What an interesting concept. I'll certainly think about it."

"You do that, my child."

Megabyte stood. "Thank you for this talk, Phong. I think it's really helping me to sort through a lot of my feelings."

"I…I am glad to hear that."

The virus left. Phong pulled his glasses off and sighed.

"Why could he not have just ripped my head off again?"