Time for myself. Not bad. The sun’s shining, a light breeze which doesn't blow my hair around, fairly nicer people today. I look down at my favorite finger food.

“And my favorite finger food that I can eat without no one judging me.” I go to take a bite, but it seems I jinxed myself.

“Hello~ Mystriss Kitty.”

Richardson.

Oh why couldn't the universe send Hiro instead….or a villain.

“That was a one time cosplay and Mystriss Kitty is my favorite anti-villain of all time.” I feel myself stress eating.

“Note taken.” Richardson grins.

I just walk away because I did not want to hear what he had planned for “our date”. I scoff. As if.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

I scream and run down the sidewalks, accidentally dropping my food. I continue to run away and realize I'm on the street by Fred's home. I zoom over and press the doorbell multiple times in desperation.

Heathcliff opens the door.

“I need Fred's help!”

“Mystriss (Y/n)!”

I squeak and Heathcliff raises a brow, but steps aside as I run in. He leads me to Fred's room and the first thing I see if Baymax. Thank the heavens above!

“Baymax!” I smile in comfort as I hug him, feeling his arms hug me back.

“You are distressed. What seems to be the trouble?” Baymax blinks at me, tilting his head.

“Whoa, (Y/n). Did you get chased or something? Freddie is ready to protect!” Fred heroically stands up on his couch.

“Kinda. It was Richardson.” I hum and snuggle Baymax, then pout. “I dropped my food!”

Fred scoffs, “Ugh. Richardson.” He grins, “Well mi casa es su casa. That is what Honey Lemon taught me.” He sits back down and pulls out a comic.

I smile and notice the towers of comics around the couch. Fred lays his head on Baymax’s leg while I'm leaning against Baymax's side.

“You know, Baymax. An underrated part of any superhero story is his or her alter ego.”

Baymax blinks, “What is an alter ego?”

I giggle at Baymax's innocent question, “It's who you are when you're not a superhero or a supervillain.”

Fred nods and shows Baymax a comic of Captain Fancy. “Like when Captain Fancy isn't driving down crime. He's driving a cab.”

“Or when Superhero Hiro isn't fighting crime, he's Hiro Hamada the Boy Genius.” I smile shyly.

Baymax looks between both Fred and I, then blinks, “I am Baymax.”

“Yes and when you're not fighting crime?” Fred pushes on.

“I am a personal Healthcare Companion.” Baymax states.

“You're right. The big huggable marshmallow.” I hug Baymax again, though I think Fred had other ideas.

“Hm….that's a little dry. Uuuh let's see if we could, you know, SPICE it up.” Fred laughs and holds Baymax’s head, “When I'm done with you, you're going to have the greatest alter ego the world will never know.”

That made sense.

Fred is Iooking off in the distance then turns Baymax's head to look as well.

“(Y/n)! Ideas!”

I stare at the pen and papers that Fred shoved in my hands. “Uh….okay?” I begin to write down ideas, though I think I can have a little fun with this. I grin and hand the papers to Fred.

“Heathcliff! I need these right away.” Fred hands the papers to his butler.

It didn't take long to get the outfits and I take out my phone to record this. I giggle because the others have to see this.

There's tiny clanks and Baymax steps up in a cowboy costume. The hat, the vest, the boots, lasso, and a sheriff badge. “Howdy, I am Baymax. When I am not fighting crime I can be found on the range with my trusty horse, Neil.” He holds up a small toy horse in his hand.

“Aww.” I giggle.

“Nah. It's a little too old timey.” Fred flips the page.

Now Baymax is dressed as a biker. The vest, fake tattoo on his chest, boots, and bandanna on his head. “I am Baymax. Motorcycle enthusiast.” He holds a small toy motorcycle in his hand.

Oh gosh, this the best thing ever!

“Like it, but don't love it?” Fred says unsure and flips the paper.

Baymax is dressed as Santa Clause now and….where is that snow coming from?

“Ugh! Yikes, that's-that's too seasonal, Baymax.” Fred takes a bite of a cookie and turns the page.

I laugh in hands at Princess Baymax. He wore a pink dress, blonde hair and a tiara. “Princess Baymax.” He takes a curtsy.

Fred shakes his head, “Uh-uh. Too…..princessy?”

Next page.

Heathcliff stood next to Baymax, who was dressed as a butler. They both held a towel over their arm and Baymax had a small mustache. Heathcliff fixes the bow tie on Baymax.

So far, all my ideas were awesome!

“Well...I don't need two of them.”

“I don't mind a marshmallow butler.” I laugh lightly and smile as Baymax hands me a smoothie. “Ooo!”

Another page turner.

Baymax the Pirate. The pants is a little tight and so is the hook on his hand, though the captain hat is adorable and… .where the hey did that parrot come from?

“Nah!”

My eyes widen and I nearly go over the couch. “AH! CLOWN!”

Baymax wore big colorful pants, a fluffy red wig, round red nose, and a handful of balloons. The balloons pop.

“Ah, not your color.” Fred smiles nervously and flips another page.

Baymax wore a green leprechaun costume. Green top hat with a clover on it, orange beard and a pot of gold in his hand.

“Seriously? How does a rainbow appear over that gold?” I ask as a rainbow slides down into the gold. I'm guessing this was Fred's idea.

“I don't know. Seems like a good idea at the time.” Fred flips to the next page.

Mochi meows in Baymax's hand. He was dressed as a firefighter with the hose in his other hand.

“Mochi!” I get up and take Hiro’s cat, while sitting back down.

“Definitely not.” Fred says.

Mochi purrs and curls up on my lap.

Soon Fred flips passed all the ideas a bit quickly.

Baymax the Lumberjack.

“No way.”

Baymax as a baseball player for the San Fransokyo Ninjas.

“Nah-ah.”

Baymax the Wizard.

“Why?”

Once Fred gets to the last idea, I knew he was going to get too happy about it and he is. “I'VE GOT IT! SUMO-MAX!”

Baymax stands there as a sumo wrestler.

I look at Fred and stare at him confused. Since when did he put on a sumo wrestler costume.

He smirks, “That's it. Forget that alter ego stuff. We. Must. BATTLE!!” He slips on a sumo wig. “AHHHHH!” Fred battle cries and charges at Baymax.

Mochi and I flinch as Fred bounces off Baymax's belly, launching into some of his stuff. Honestly, I couldn't help but laugh because Baymax didn't even move at all and Fred took himself down.

Fred groans.

“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” Baymax asked.

I get up and stop recording. “Thanks for letting hide here, Fred. And entertaining me.”

“No problemo.” Fred lays in the stuff he crashed into.

I smile and cradle Mochi, scratching under his chin. “Let's get you back home to Cass.” Mochi purrs. I pull out my phone and send the video to Honey, Wasabi, Gogo, and Hiro.

Baymax's Alter Egos by Fredzilla and (Y/n).