BH6 - The Favorite

Hiro Hamada loved his robots.

He loved Baymax as a family member, relied on him, trusted him. Baymax was his rock when he needed him, treated him when he was sick or injured. Kept him healthy mentally.

He had a love hate relationship with Kokoro if that robot wasn’t going to work he was going to shoot something. He would have to find a gun, find bullets and make it past Baymax and the entire team before unloading hot lead into the robot’s CPU but he would find a way.

And then there was his “baby” the robot that never seemed to fail him, never seemed to aim to tick him off or diagnose him with anything.

Just destroy. Come back. Destroy.

Hiro doted upon and spoiled Megabot from the time the tiny robot had become active. Megabot’s world came alive at the beck and call of Hiro.

The robot appeared to not have ANY emotions, or intelligence. Just search, destroy, kill. Appease Master. Come back to master.

But with time that went on, Hiro had given up bot fighting. Megabot at times served as a painful reminder. “If I had just quit bot fighting the first time… Maybe he’d still be alive.” And other times served as a comfort used in replacement of Hiro’s old stuffed forklift that he claimed he got rid of but secretly kept in his sock drawer. Being nestled in Hiro’s arms, as he slept or held tightly when he was crying and didn’t want anyone else around.

As time went on Hiro always went back to tinkering with his first robot. Even as he got older, Megabot still served a purpose.

It started off with changing the servos. No more magnetic bearings. Repainting both faces except replacing the painted eyes with legitimate optics. Megabot’s world came alive at Hiro’s beck and call but it was blind. It didn’t NEED to see because Hiro was it’s eyes.

Then programming finer tuned as Hiro tried to struggle through projects, class… His PTS flaring up.

Baymax felt his own version of apprehension seeing Hiro meticulously work on the fighter. The fighting bot that on record had pretty much been sole cause for Hiro to break a finger once when he was working and mis-worded earning himself a taste of Megabot’s destroy mode.  The robot that made Hiro’s blood sing with adrenaline as it won every single fight it ever was in.

The robot that Tadashi had gone muttering nights about how he was going to break it, burn it and then kick the ashes and make Hiro watch.

He never did.

It was when Hiro was downstairs in the cafe that something started.

Tiny green optics lit up, it’s vision greenish as it slowly peered around the room. Master was gone. This was not right. What was this place?

A large… Blob with a strange face waddled in front of it. It gave a mechanical shriek as it tried to scamper away but it found itself paralyzed.

No, run, flee. Kill, destroy, maim. Find Master, Master will know what to do. Give the orders.

“You are distressed.”

Another mechanical shriek met Baymax’s audio sensors as Megabot flailed uselessly on Hiro’s work table. “It’s alive, IT’S ALIVE!” Flashed in Baymax’s memory banks. There was a sense of disturbance as Baymax realized Hiro’s work table for his robots was much like the operating table for humans. You would never know how you turned out once you left it. Or in the obsidian robot’s case, flailing uselessly screaming even though words couldn’t be formed yet.

Screaming, flailing as it tried to get up only to be able to move it’s tiny stubby arms.

It was a sad and pathetic sight..

Baymax picked up the robot as it gave it’s version of a whimper. He cradled it gently like a newborn rocking it. “There, there… It is alright Megabot. You are safe. Hiro will return soon.”

Hiro, Master, MASTER. He will return, he will have answers. Victory. One bot left.

Megabot’s shrieks reduced to clicks, and whirrs. After a short while Baymax set the robot back down on the work table. “You are calm.”

Click. Whirr. Hiss.

“You are being immature.”

This continued as the odd exchange went on. In Megabot’s own sense, it was still very much mindless and yet had some sentience. New programming that was taking hold and taking it’s toll on the tiny robot.

It was like watching an infant learn to crawl. Or in this case, watching a new program start to gain some sense of being.

When Hiro returned the now sixteen year old was thoroughly confused as he watched Baymax and Megabot.

Whirr, click, hiss.

“Stop that.”

Click, squeal…. Snicker?

“You are very rude.”

Click, click, snickering.

“I am disappointed.”

Hiro slowly approached. “Baymax? Megabot?”



Megabot’s head snapped to Hiro as Baymax nodded to the boy. “Hello Hiro.”

“Hey uh… Why’s Megabot active?”

“He has awoken.”

Megabot excitedly squealed and clicked trying to scuttle to Hiro as he was identified. Master, he would have answers. MASTER. MASTER.

But still he was unable to move. “He has also proven to be a….Pain in the servos.”

Hiro frowned a little nervously wishing he had been there to see it. Part of him felt guilty, part of him felt proud of Baymax for putting up with it. “Hey uh… Megabot… And you weren’t such a ray of sunshine on Tadashi either Baymax.” He replied as he went over to the desk sitting in his chair. “Your awake…”

Megabot flopped giving a pathetic mechanical whimper optics dimming. Saddened, defeated.

“I know you can’t move much right now… But that’ll get better okay? I just gotta reactivate those parts. Do you know who I am?”



The robot gave a mechanical squeal as it’s confirmation.

“May I translate?” Baymax offered.

Hiro nodded.

Megabot clicked and chittered letting out squeals as  Baymax gave the response to Hiro.

“You are Master Hiro, you will have answers, you will get this-....Fat… Blob… Of… Fat out of my...Face.” Baymax looked at the tiny robot with newfound dislike. He was now understanding why Tadashi had plotted it’s demise many times.

If it could have Megabot would have sneered.

Hiro was silent before he cracked up. “Oh man he takes after his creator that’s for sure!”

“That was rude. Bad bot.”

Megabot just tried to scuttle towards Hiro again. The teen lifted his bot up into his arms, hugging him gently. “No more being mean okay? Baymax is family too… And so are you…” He told him pulling back giving a smile.

Megabot reached his arms up squealing. “That’s right… Your family too now Megabot. No more bot fights-”

Instantly Megabot’s arms dropped as he began to shriek anew. Despair. Useless. Obsolete. Replaced by that blob of FAT.


Hiro yelped dropping the robot as he covered his ears yelping when Megabot hit the floor colliding with his foot.

Baymax shook his head as he scanned Hiro but decided this once to let HIro have a taste of his own medicine. “Allow me to recommend you do not do that with your human children when they are born.”

“Gee ya think!?” Hiro yelled over the shrieking.

This was going to be interesting.

What kind of monster have I created!?