Globby's so good at this, he almost can't contain himself. It was impossible not to laugh when the one on wheels went down so easily—I mean, really? Throwing a disk at a bull! Haha! It's like frisbee!
It was the simplest thing in the world. In one motion that came more naturally than breathing, he snuck behind her and bucked her into the far wall. He didn't watch long enough to see her crumple against the vault—he didn't have to.
Globby turns, cackling. Why did it take him so long to think of this? Man, is he glad Obake struck up that deal with him. He grows more confident, more giddy, with every strike his ‘hooves’ make on the floor.
THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD—running, charging, the bank peels into a tunnel vision of blurred color around him—faster, faster, and oh, wow! Wow, does it feel good! Hah! Haha!
The leader of Big Hero 6 at the end of the hallway flails awkwardly. He's nothing more than a goalpost at the end of the stretch. Globby grins, wild.
“Hold on, Hiro!” The tall girl tosses a chemball at Globby. It's so funny!
He slides to catch it without thinking. Did they think this would slow him down? Hah!
“Really? I'm made of this stuff, you idiot!” he shouts. And he is, he really is! So, so easily, he passes it through his hand to his other, all actions, not even having to think. Sharper, stronger, precise. He throws the spike into the air and catches it just because he can, and hurls it, straight, powerful, whistling through the air, like pitching a baseball.
The bubble the tall girl forms around her leader appears a split second before Globby's spike finds its target, and he can't find it anything but hilarious. He loves his job, even if he doesn't get why his boss is so particular about it.
He's still grinning dopily when his spike shoots out the other side of the bubble. Like it wasn't there at all, like a bullet, start to finish, uninterrupted—it shatters against the far wall in a splinter of scarcely audible shards.
His expression hardly falters. “Hah?”
And the intoxicating rush he's been riding twists, sharply. Easily.
“Hiro?” Tall Girl calls out once, wavering. “Hiro!” Again, panicked.
She's at the bubble's side immediately. Through its foggy pink, Globby sees the hazy outline of a figure teeter, and crumple, and slump. The bubble rolls limply awry at the weight of him collapsing. Tall Girl catches it.
It isn't funny anymore.
Big Hero 6's other members surge forward. The laser hand one dispels his namesake and runs his hands stutteringly, anxiously, across the surface of the bubble.
“Get Baymax,” he says, terse.
Wheels spins on her heel. “Don't just stand there! What did you do?!” It takes Globby's mind several thick, agonizing seconds to register she’s talking to him.
Before Globby can even consider moving, the vault's door is wrenched open.
Big Red barrels forward. Globby jolts out of the way just in time. His mouth feels fuzzy.
Tall Girl dissipates the bubble, and the kid falls into her waiting arms. He doesn't move.
“Baymax, scan him. Now,” Wheels snaps.
The lizard guy leaps out of the vault with far too much gusto. “Did we win? What's going—Hiro?” He stops.
Everything stops. Big Red looks down at the kid, and Globby guesses it's scanning him.
Tall Girl carefully removes his helmet.
There's a hole in his head.
Nobody dares to speak. Globby can feel the weight of everyone's held breath but his. He can't breathe.
Big Red—no, Baymax, looks up. “My patient is: deceased.”
'Darn it’ doesn't cut it.
Shit.
Tall Girl heaves a choked sob and buries her head in her hands. Lizard Guy stands, expressionless with the costume on, and hesitantly rests a hand on her shoulder.
Laser Hands is breathing heavily. “Scan him again. Please. Please, Baymax.”
Wheels punches the glass wall, hard. Fractures spiderweb across its surface.
“I detect no signs of life,” Baymax intones. “Hiro is deceased.”
Wheels rounds on Globby. “What the fuck did you do?!”
“I–I—” His insides feel slippery.
She goes to grab him by the shoulders and her hands sink into his slime instead. He could move. He doesn't. Her hands are shaking, and he can feel the tremors rippling through his gel, down his arms. The remnants of his spinal column prickle.
“If you can kill someone, you can at least admit to it! You can at least say why! You can at least say anything!” Wheels’ hands close into fists. She's screaming. Globby notes, dully, that the kid—that Hiro can't hear it.
Lasers puts an equally shaky hand on her arm and she jerks it away.
“This wasn't supposed to happen,” Globby manages to croak.
He messed up. He really, really messed up. He was only supposed to scare the kid a little! Plant doubt, or whatever Obake said! He feels awful immediately after thinking it.
Oh, man. Oh, shit. What has he done?
Globby feels sick.
“Oh, it wasn't?” Wheels snarls. “It wasn't supposed to happen, huh?”
Globby mutely shakes his head. He's numb.
He looks over at the kid—Hiro, he looks over at Hiro—being cradled by Tall Girl. She's crying. He's dead.
Globby killed someone. Globby killed a kid.
Wheels looks at Globby like she wants him dead. He can't blame her. This close, he can see her face through the visor. It looks like Tall Girl isn't the only one crying.
“Go Go,” Laser Hands says. He sounds far away.
“If you impale someone through the head, they die! You idiot! You didn't mean for it to happen?! It happened! It fucking happened!” Wheels—Go Go—shakes Globby, violently. She lets out a strangled noise and shoves him away. He doesn't retaliate.
“We have to call Aunt Cass,” Laser Hands tells her. He's barely holding it together, Globby can tell.
He had an aunt.
Wheels—Go Go—scrapes goo off of her hands angrily. “Sorry. I know. We can't…” she trails off. “Not now.”
She glares at Globby, and he's never felt more worthless.
Baymax is trying to console its teammates. Lizard Guy rocks on his heels. Tall Girl brushes Hiro's hair out of his face, wiping away blood.
Hiro. He killed a kid and he didn't even know his name. Hiro.
It was so easy, too.
It had felt good. Throwing that spike had felt so good. He was good at it. He'd been having fun. Oh, god.
He's going to jail. He's going to jail for murder! Oh, god!
They're all looking at a kid's corpse. They're all looking at Hiro's corpse. This wasn't the mission. This wasn't the plan.
Globby can't stand to be here anymore.
He ropes onto the caved-in roof to a cacophony of shouts. He can't take it.
He's a monster. He's a murderer.
He swings away, and he's a coward.