Why?

I’ve been working on this project for years. A few more days, and it’d finally be complete. It’s been so tense trying to get this finished up before someone finds me. If one of the heroes manages to track me down… well, my anti-hero golem isn’t ready yet, and I’m sure my fame from my last attempt will ensure they won’t stop trying to find me again, after I escaped from my last lab.

Thus, when I learned someone was destroying my golems and invading my facilities, I panicked. I began activating every defense I’d built over the years. Every prototype, every failed experiment, and all my best successes… yet still, a young woman managed to break into my main work room. 

Staring at her strangely casual looking outfit as she jumps down from the remains of my largest and most powerful creation, I had only one thing left to say…

“I give up.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Who are you?”

“You… don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“Then… why are you here?”

“Well, I was going to have a picnic on a nice grassy field I’d found, when I got attacked. So, I wrecked that thing that attacked me, and another thing attacked me. I’m not even sure what they are, but I just keep getting attacked by new things as soon as I took one down. Eventually I ended up in here. How did you get here?”

“... I work here.”

“Oh. Then… are these things yours?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you need to make them behave better. If I’d been a normal person, I coulda died! Alright, I’ll be going now. Still gotta eat my lunch.”

… God must hate me. All my creations destroyed by a mere coincidence? … is this a sign? Am I being told to retire and give up? 

*thud*

“Huh? Why’d you fall to the ground like that? Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright. I just need some time, and I’ll get better though. Could you just leave me alone for a while?”

“Sure. I was planning to already, but hearing you fall as I was heading out made me worry. You sure you’ll be alright?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“‘Kay. See’ya”

I’m just gonna lie here for a while… crying. Such a ridiculous thing. So much work lost over someone wanting a picnic on my deserted island base.