Dracozombie

Noele Lalinde's 46th birthday was next week, but she knew it wasn't a coincidence when her daughter suggested an impromptu excavation in the California mountains—but really, she spotted Tempo's plot even before that. The earthen Robot Master had strolled around their rock collection, casually mentioned she had, by dumb luck, discovered a new gem and suggested that maaaaaybe one day soon-ish they could go dig it up? And name it after themselves? They had amassed a collection that made Geoworks International proud, but the world was big and there were always new geological samples to collect—but certainly in no rush. But Noele cave

Had Elecman known that this would be the last day he would consider Rock his brother, he probably would have put those remaining hours to better use.  Perhaps he could have used them for one last hurrah to get back at him or spend the rest of the day knowing his time with him wouldn't last.  He could have even just punched Rock in the gut and get it over with.  The only thing stopping him was that Thomas and Albert would lynch him for doing so. Dr. Wily: Maybe Dr. Light would lynch Elecman—I'd congratulate him. Megaman: Dr. Light wouldn't lynch anyone. Quickman: He also wouldn't be criminally oblivious to what's happening with his ow

If it was possible for things to get worse at Elecman's job, it did.  It all started when someone sent him to go fix a problem, as usual.  Elecman's temper had reached boiling points earlier in the day and he was only a few steps away from punching someone's lights out.  He never resorted to violence before, but the temptation to give into those urges became sweeter as time passed.  Elecman didn't bother hiding the fact that he was now pissed off and he walked as fast as he could while still keeping under the regulation of “no running except in emergencies.”  If it kept up, there was going to be an emergency, and he would be the o

During the next few months, Elecman's life became rather simple.  After breakfast, he would always go down to the lab to assist Albert with his work.  The teleporter was nearly complete, and Albert and Thomas were more than excited.  Of course, Elecman couldn't do that much to help, but just being around Albert, watching him work, and helping him when needed was something he took pleasure in.  Albert gave him permission to take apart various electronics to see how they work.  Elecman had learned a lot and, with some help, could probably build something simple of his own.  He could, but he didn't.  Albert and Thomas were the inventors.  Not hi

“Y'know... you didn't have to yell at him like that,” Cutman said as he treated the gash in Elecman's hand. Elecman winced when Cutman dabbed a cotton ball on his wound with a substance that stung.  Cutman gripped his wrist so he couldn't break away and wrapped a white bandage over the wound. “I know.  I just... snapped, I guess.” Quickman: And later on, you completely shatter and create a Silent Hill city in your head as a coping mechanism and then your brother almost ass pillages me. Megaman: … Excuse me, what? Elecman: You're better off not knowing. “There!  All better,” Cutman announced when

Quickman: Now for the remaining chapters, we'll have a very special guest sporker with us.  Say hello! Megaman: Hi, guys! Dr. Wily: WHAT.  Why is Megaman here!  Why is he not destroyed!  Why is Megaman here and why is he not destroyed! Megaman: Because they want me to help them do this sporking… thing.  What's a spork?  I mean, I know it's a utensil, but… Crashman: It's pretty much where we make fun of bad writing for other peoples' amusement. Megaman: That's not very nice. Elecman: The author gave us permission to do it. Megaman: Well, I guess if they say it's okay… DR. WILY: MEGAMAN IS NOT DEAD AND THAT SHOULD N

And then everything got weird.  The moment he touched it, the room began to ripple and distort and spin around.  The images of the shard, the table, and even Iceman all began to fade away and collected into a single torrent that spiraled down a drain of oblivion.  This continued until absolutely nothing remained.  Just... blackness.  It wasn't dark, though.  Quickman could still see himself.  There wasn't anything.  Nothing here for him. Crashman: “And then everything got weird.”  Ladies and gentleman: the writing of a college student. “Iceman?!” Quickman called out, walking through the black nothingness.  He expecte

(Snip.  Quickman walks out of the labyrinth and replaces the batteries on his flashlight.  Come to think of it, wouldn't a Robot Master have some kind of built in lights or something for a just in case scenario?). A light within the darkness...it was true that even a little light could make the darkness brighter, but what were to happen if that light ever ran out?  He would be fumbling through the dark, desperately trying to get it back and failing, and that would be the end.  Dr. Rhea was probably the only person in the Medical Research Institution who thought of Elecman as more than just a robot and an experiment.  Even Dr. Wily treated hi

Quickman: So for this sporking session, we have a guest! Shadowman: I have no idea what's going on.  And who are you announcing that to? Quickman: The readers!  Duh. Shadowman: Readers?  What? (Looks at you) Who the hell are you?  Get out of my face. (Brandishes a Shadow Blade) Crashman: Easy.  You'll be too busy focusing on this to care. Elecman: As for what's going on, we're currently ten chapters in and we're still not completely sure.  Something to do with souls and Silent Hill and evil vacuum cleaners. Shadowman: … Dr. Wily: (Glares at Shadowman) You blackmailed me into doing this.  I'd say this is karmic justice. Shadowma

“Don't worry, Cutman already filled me in,” Bombman said to Quickman, who was still staring at the  Robot Master's Mr. T haircut. “There's a mirror shard inside that house.  I'm not sure where it is, though, so you're gonna have to find it yourself.” Crashman: (Facepalm) Yup.  As useless as the rest. Quickman: Where is Cutman, anyway?  Leaving me alone while I'm passed out, it'd better be important. “Gee, it's nice to know you're so helpful...” Quickman said sarcastically. “I got into an automobile accident and was nearly eaten by some...mutant...dog...thing, and you're not even gonna help me?&rdqu