With a franchising strategy that is trying to target all avenues and reinforce different mediums, Creed Entertainment has had a lot of involvement when it comes to making synergistic phenomenons.

This time, they didn't limit themselves to their products and services but also made sure to extend it to this area that Comic-Con has allotted for them.

With the accommodating venue, a huddled group of avid consumers, with products and services that cater to them... it becomes an ensemble that fits well.

More often than people think, things do come together to become more than the sum of their parts.

And in this 'exceeding of summation'... a conducive environment is made to benefit all parties involved.

Creed can sell and advertise, Comic-Con becomes abuzz, and attendees can enjoy themselves.

In any case, with the whole Creed offering finally laid out, 'Fanboy' already added everything up together in his head.

Sure enough! He didn't really need to quantify anything as he just needed to bask in all of it!

Just letting his deliberations go, he joined the excitement and got swept up like how this Comic-Con had always treated him.

From grabbing toys that his money could buy, procuring a costume that he didn't have, taking a Creed cover page-esque photo, and getting to meet people that shared his passions!

Over time, the Creed fanboy was finally in his element along with the Creed fans all around him.

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Of course, as he got swept up, his overall attention dropped while his clumsiness seems to have risen... and it led him to accidentally bump into someone.

It's a shame to admit but 'fanboy' had been bumping a handful left and right and he's already offered a lot of apologies. Granted, this may be happening since he purchased a detailed Predator masked that hindered his usual vision.

He had to put more thought into this bumping apology because this time around, he happened to rudely bump in between a little boy and a little girl.

It wasn't exactly that great of a force but the fact that he cut in between two little people was a testament to how much of a bumping clutz he is. Perhaps even without the mask.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention!" Fanboy was a bit scared this time around. Unlike the grown nerds that matched his same grown nerd body... little elementary students would feel different when bumped carelessly.

"Are you okay?" Of course, there was an off-chance that they have overprotective guardians as well... so he was doubly afraid.

"I'm fine." The boy didn't really look fazed as he replied with some understanding. "This kind of stuff happens when it's this crowded and wear that kind of mask. What about you, Milla?"

"I'm okay." The little girl shrugged it off as well as her eyes seemed more interested in the outlying televisions by the toy booths. "Alex, we should really explore this place some more?"

"Are you guys sure?" 'Fanboy' was relieved but he also felt dismayed. Was he so nerdy and weak that boys and girls didn't even feel a thing? Judging from how they were talking to themselves, it would also seem that they had already forgotten the incident.

"Yeah... I guess we're both fine." The boy appeased. "Just be careful next time around, Predator person."

"I will!" 'Fanboy' answered without thought... but why did he feel something was off.

Being chastised for his faults was fine but why was this chastising boy's face way too calm and way too indifferent? Fanboy felt more like the little kid in front of this little boy.

The boy didn't seem to see the need to interact any further though and simply walked away.

'Fanboy' tried to make sense of this intriguing interaction and he even removed his Predator mask to introduce himself. "Oh right. My name isn't Predator person. It's..."

"Haha! Don't bother, Predator person." The little girl just laughed off his attempts though. "Alex isn't that big into names. Oh right... he's leaving so I have to catch up. Bye-bye, Predator person!"

"Bye." That was all that he could awkwardly say as the little kids already left.

"Well, that could have gone worse." Since it seems that no harm was done... it was just best to focus on the Creed atmosphere around and try his best to stay away from more awkward interactions.

Of course, his thoughts lingered some more on those little kids for a bit. It is quite rare to see 'real' children in this convention... aside from the many child-like adults that are present and accounted for.

Still, he couldn't help but find the little girl's face to be quite close to Cybertronian Chronicles’ Charlie, and that 'Alex' kid had a different air around him.

Fanboy didn't think any further about it though and just went on his merry Comic-Con way.

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Perhaps he'll get back to this moment at some time in the future and palm himself from a dawning realization.

Would he be stunned and frozen? Would he act crazy? Would he kneel down and cry happy tears? Would he stutter as he tries to introduce himself?

Milla found herself imagining the Predator person's possible reactions and she can't help but let out laughs at how funny they were.

"What are you laughing at, Milla?" Alexander asked as the little girl caught up to him with more "fun" than she already had.

"I'm just thinking of how that Predator guy would react if he knew who you really are." Little Milica found that to be interesting. "Also, if these people here know, wouldn't it even be more fun? Alexander Creed in Comic-Con. They'll probably be even more excited than they already are."

"As if it that would even happen." Alexander wasn't going to entertain that notion in any way. Even as Milla said his name out loud... he looked left and right whether there were people who could overhear it.

If there was someone suspicious, he'd order an assassination with his money. That was how jesting-ly paranoid and serious he was.

"Maybe you should wear a Yautja mask so nobody will find out." Milla advised. In fact, she just wanted the no-fun Alexander to be in costume. After all, she was in costume... even though her cosplay was barely noticeable because it was just her young face and Charlie-like clothes.

"Like I told already told you and grandpa, I don't want to look silly."

"Isn't that contradictory?" Milla had some big words in her arsenal as she rebutted. "You're the one that advocated the sale of costumes and you wouldn't even wear one and call it "silly". Isn't that having no confidence in your own product and bad for bizness."

The peculiar way of saying business aside, Alexander was impressed. "It's not that I have no confidence in the product. I just have more confidence in my target audience's silliness."

Even as a blatant plunderer of iconic franchises that formed nerd history, Alexander didn't really want to embody all their quirks.

He was also considered a fan of these shows and pop culture staples but that didn't mean that he'll dress up, do cosplay, and attend Comic Cons.

"It still contradictory... but if you say so." Little Milica nodded at what he said. She knew that Alex had reasons for almost everything he does and does not do.

Of course, she also knew the reason why he went to this Comic-Con even though he doesn't want to.

Compared to his balance of reluctance and necessity, she was much more looking forward to it! After all, something special was brewing in this convention.

The Creed splash was happening but her splash was also on its way!