Hi! I'm Buzzy!

It was a normal day in this large city, and Syndrome had made sure he was under the radar for now. It was completely fine for him to go out in costume since most haven’t heard of superheroes since a decade ago. The only ones that were dressed up like superheroes were the ones that cosplayed as them. Syndrome had the perfect excuse to wear his custom suit. He tinkered with his wristband, trying not to set anything off on accident. He had some custom tech on him that was invented himself. Things seemed fine until he felt a force bump against him. The caped supervillain stepped back, his masked brows furrowing. Who was this small child? He didn’t know, nor would he really want to. His tone wasn’t rude, but more of a stern way as he barked at the younger male.

“ Hey, watch it. ” “ Don’t you know to look up from the ground sometimes? Might help you know- ”

Buzzy looked up at Syndrome, mildly confused.  After all, Halloween was over, so surely the outfit wasn’t for that.  He cocked his head to the side with curiosity

“Gee Mister, that’s a really nice costume!  Are you going to a costume party?”  He asked, forgetting the fact that he was dressed somewhat unusually as well.

The giant garden abacus never caught on.

when the fanfiction turns into angst and you end up causing more problems for your favorite character

when your fanfiction causes more damage to your fave than the canon does but you publish it anyway so others can suffer with you