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The sound of the rain hitting against the window, was certainly putting her to sleep. Usually rain drew the customers in, but today it was like everyone was avoiding the diner. It was mostly an elderly crowd that came in anyways, so she imagined that all of their regulars might have some sort of joint pain or something from the air pressure. It just made the day seem to go by even slower than usual. The sound of the bell which usually a everyday annoyance made her actually for once! Lifting her head she watched as a small child just casually walked in and made himself at home in one of the booths.

She blinked towards him, and blinked rapidly and just confused. It was a child, with no adult accompanying him. Weird. She hummed, and picked up a menu and quietly approached the kid and blinked towards him.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeey…kiddo. What’s up? You…you doing ok? Can I get you anything? Uhm…maybe hot chocolate? That’s what kids like right?”

---- There was something calming about rain. At least, when you’re not standing out in the pouring stuff, that is. It was funny how the sound of drops splattering on windows caused the mind to clear up, and enter a state of peace. Emotions were... certainly something. But, Blues is the type that didn’t like having spare time to think. All he could think about, staring outside as water slides down glass, was his own mortality. He’d been dying for ages now, but that was always... ‘later’. ‘Eventually’. But, more and more internal alerts popped up with each passing minute. His core would give out sooner than anticipated, and, as much as he wanted to go out with dignity, he-...

      His thought train was interrupted by a waitress. Or, what he assumed to be one, anyway. She was carrying a menu and everything, and was asking if he needed anything. Though his eyes were obscured by his dark sunglasses, the kid’s face did read surprise as she approached and spoke up. But, once that initial ‘conversation shock’ ended, he gave an insincere, awkward looking smile, and responded.

      “ I'm... fine, for the most part. ” His voice was... very laid-back sounding, and there was a very faint gruff to it, but still quite childlike.

      “ And... I don’t- can’t drink that stuff. I... uh, I doubt you have what I take. I appreciate the offer, though. ” He raised a hand and gave a lazy-looking wave, a quiet whirring sounding off as his joints moved. Blues was doubtful they had E-Tanks here, but man could he go for one right now. Anything to prolong his power leakage...

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---- Sleep for ages. Wake up. Never enough power. The more he tried to prolong himself, the worse he felt. Blues knew he was dying, but... when faced with his own mortality, he found it difficult to accept. But, that was something to worry about later. For now, he did still function, and was concerning himself more with what was in front of him as he trailed down the sidewalk, whistling without much of a care for who could hear. It was pouring outside, and he saw fit to get out of the mess before he started rusting at his joints, or something.

      He found himself entering the first available building, a small diner that seemed to be open at the moment. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind if he stood around for a while, waiting for the storm to pass. But, he didn’t want to seem... suspicious, either. So, he moved toward a booth and sat down, proceeding to look out the window with a sigh. 

To the onlooker, however, it just looked like some random, no-older-than-13 or so kid was sitting at a diner booth alone.

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---- “ Light’s making another set of models, I hear. ”

     From a nearby fire escape, the red striker looked down on his ‘brother’, armored red hands resting on the metallic bars as he spoke to Rock from above.

      “ Are you tamper-proofing them? Wily hasn’t been a problem in years, but... if I’ve heard of the new models, then he might have caught wind too. ”

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❥ It was a bit funny to think about- but a few months ago this situation would never have been a problem for her. The robot wouldn’t need to worry about her emotions over flooding his system because she just didn’t have any back then. At least- nothing else than a yearning to be near a savior that didn’t exist and rage towards the very people that would later help her become human. And yet, here she was- as far removed from the person she once was as she possibly could be. She had been too wrapped up in her own thoughts earlier to notice the anti-virus alarms all around her, maybe because she had gotten used to them after being chased by one of its programs for so long- but the sound was starting to give her a headache. 

“I..I know.” she replied, knowing that the robot had no logical reason to want to keep her alive after causing something like that. If there was anything that was keeping her safe, it was this stranger’s sense of humaity. “I just don’t believe in lying. I think I’d have actively try to cause something that drastic, though…and I really don’t want to hurt you - or anyone else!”

She was so tired of hurting people. Even when she had tried to protect the ones closest to her, she had only ended up killing them too…but what else could she have done? It had to end. It had to be done. 

“Okay….okay.” she breathes a sigh of relief at his reassurance that he wouldn’t kill her right away, knowing how big of a risk he was asking him to take by trusting her. In reality, she had no experience with these systems, not enough to cause real damage on purpose- but he didn’t know that. 

“Yes, I just need to get to a phone or a computer, that’s all. I’ve…I mean, I’m not as emotional anymore. I just got scared. Sorry again about that…”

She really was starting to sound like Oka now, wasn’t she? That strange girl always got so scared every time she thought she had hurt someone’s feelings. 

She scanned the white void around her as she became more aware of her situation, not quite having the same pencil vision she did when she first had arrived. A lot of these alerts…they weren’t new. Was he seeing this ? This poor robot  was in desperate need of repairs…

“A-ah! No! Don’t get the wrong idea!” she resisted the urge to wave her hands around in refusal at the accusation, afraid of accidentally shifting anything else around. “I didn’t dig anything like that up! I didn’t know you were a robot until you started talking, honestly…I don’t know anything about this level of technology! I..I wouldn’t touch anything about where your personality or personal information is stored I mean- w-what if I messed something up? I wouldn’t wish getting your memories erased on anyone else…” she shuddered, thinking about all the time she’d probably killed her friends before she was able to retain fragments of her previous runs.

“I..I can just see a lot of alerts here…um, Blues- you sure you shouldn’t take care of yourself first? You look like you’re in pretty bad shape…”

---- Blues sometimes wondered how much easier life would be if he didn’t have real, genuine emotions to worry about. Worker robots, slaving their lives away without so much as a sliver of care... saying ‘yessir!’ and carrying out orders so... willingly. They didn’t have the capacity to care. Even other Robot Masters only SIMULATED emotions. It was all 1′s and 0′s, they were ultimately ruled by their coding. They had a capacity to care, but when you got down to the science of it, it was fake. To Blues, anyway. Perhaps not to some.

      But that was where Blues differed. DLN-000. Blues Light. Proto Man. The original. The... prototype. He was experimental, created not as a lumberjack, or a waste disposal unit, or even something as mundane as a window washer or housekeeper. No, he was created... to exist. To be the surrogate son of a man with far too much love to give, maybe even enough to go around. Blues had free will, the... ‘X factor’, as his ‘father’ called it. He was not ruled by 1′s and 0′s... truly, he was almost... human. He wanted to keep that. The red robot would rather drop dead right now with his namesake, himself, intact... than live forever more as someone else. It was wrong. Which is why he ran.

      For a fleeting moment, way back when, he thought that maybe he could return. But when he peeked into the window of Light Labs, what else did he see but a son and daughter? Replacements. He found himself constantly asking - if he didn’t have a heart, then what was... broken?

      Nothing. That’s what. He’s not broken, he’s not the Break Man- he’s... he’s not. He’s... not. Or, at least, that’s what Blues wanted to think.

      He hadn’t bothered to respond to Ayano yet, just wanting this whole spiel to be over with as soon as it started, so he could continue on with what little he had left of a ‘life’. But, something he was admittedly rather afraid of came up. Ayano was inside of his systems, and could supposedly see (and dig around in) his internal files. He could only assume that meant she too could see the critical system alerts regarding his core. It was only a matter of time before she brought it up, surely... and correct he was. As soon as she mentions it, he stops in his tracks, armored hands curling up into tightly clenched fists. Synthetic teeth clenched hard, rubbing against eachother as Blues groaned. 

      “ I-... I’m fine. I’m not in ‘bad shape’, i’m not... i’m not broken, i’m... fine. Don’t worry about me. ”

      One small, wrong tweak was all it took to potentially shift dozens upon dozens upon hundreds of lines of personality code, which would effectively erase the pristine... human-like qualities of Proto Man. No, of... Blues. He wanted to sound angry, intimidating... to keep her from digging into the alerts any further. But, alongside rage and denial, there was a noticeable... shakiness to his voice. Not quite fear, but something on the verge of it for sure. The red-and-grey robot sighs sharply, shaking himself and proceeding to walk forward once again. The sooner he gets to a phone or computer, or whatever, the sooner she’s out. The sooner she’s out, the less she gets to pry into his personal life, and his... core’s flaw.

      “ Let’s worry about getting you to a safe spot first. It can’t be comfortable in there. ”

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[ F ] - As powerful as Bass is, stealth isn’t exactly his strong point. Bah, the old man couldn’t be bothered to give him something that would at least get the jump on Mega Man, but noooo. Whatever. He didn’t NEED anything like that, he’s BASS, the strongest Robot Master ever built!

And yet here he is, trying to wing it out on his own. It’s been a while since he stepped foot in this city again–or at least looked like it. Looked…big and tech-y enough. Okay, yeah, MAYBE he was a little lost. Can you blame him? Wandering around the worlds in an never ending search for more power–you really didn’t NEED much direction, right?

Right. He’s fine. He’s got Treble so–

BWIP!

Oh, that’s just amazing. Yeah, this is exactly what he needed, a Proto getting all up on his–…Wait, BREAK Man? Oh. Oh, that’s even worse.

“Ugh, look who it is. Mr. I-Can’t-Keep-My-Own-Glitch-To-Myself Man. What’s with the Break Man outfit, Proto? Don’t tell me you’re back on your stupid revenge crusade.” An amused scoff, Treble curling around his legs and letting out a low growl at the red bot.

“For your information, I haven’t DONE anything, you sack of scrap.” He rolled his eyes, adjusting a brown cloak that was thrown over his shoulders. “What, unless you WANT to pick a fight? Seriously? You can’t be that dumb.”

---- You could call him quick to jump to conclusions if you wished, Blues wouldn’t deny it. He’d rather be considered quick to judge, overly judgmental, if it meant that he could nip potential trouble in the bud before it had a chance to break loose. Bass (or any Wilybot that wasn’t reformed after the Robot Museum incident) usually meant trouble, so naturally, he wanted to make sure nothing was going on. To his surprise, he really did just seem to be... taking a walk. Maybe Treble was getting impatient or something, he didn’t know. Did Rush need walks? Ah, who cared.

      “ No, I-... i’m not looking for revenge - not anymore. I’ve put some things behind me.” Not everything, but... some things. That said, he didn’t feel like explaining the ‘Break Man’ outfit. It was the only helmet he had! He didn’t need a REASON to wear something! A comment about the ridiculous fins on Bass’s own helmet flew through his CPU, but he decided not to say anything. He didn’t want to sound like Rock, but... hey, why start a fight if it can be avoided? That unstable nuclear core of his sure knows he shouldn’t be fighting.

      “ I’m not looking to pick a fight either - but you and I both know why i’d be cautious of you walking around with your support unit. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume Treble just needed a walk, or... something. ”

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As the other was…reflecting, there was a very uncomfortable silence as Osamu waited for a response. He could practically see the gears turning in the guy’s head! What’s so hard about a name? Did he have amnesia? Maybe, that could be why he was walking outside. He was walking aimlessly because he didn’t have memories! Yeah, that had to b–

Finally hearing Proto Man speak his name derailed Osamu’s train of thought and replaced it with confusion. Which was evident as the boy tilted his head. Proto Man sounded like a super-hero’s name! …Maybe he is a super-hero? He certainly looked like one. Maybe he’s on a super special mission, and doesn’t want to reveal his name for safety reasons. Yeah, that makes sense.

“That’s a cool name..” Osamu comments, nodding in approval. Then frowns at the next sentence. “You’re right, he doesn’t have to, but he wants to. We are going to be here for a bit, it’d be weird if we just sat without talking to each other…for him anyways. Plus, if he suddenly stopped being ‘buddy-buddy’ and kick you out right now, that would be super rude of him.”

Osamu’s self-made theory then continued to occupy his mind as the pair sat again in silence. It just made so much sense! The scarf, the glasses, the whole look of this guy, his name, it all just screamed hero to Osamu! How cool that is, to have a robot super-hero in his house! His sister would never believe him, but it was true to him, and that’s all that mattered.

…Right, he’s a robot..maybe. Osamu should probably confirm that. A weird conversation topic for sure, but there wasn’t much to go on at the moment.

“So um..Dr. Osamu is just going to address the elephant in the room. You’re…a robot aren’t you? That’s why you were having such a hard time wasn’t it? Because water isn’t really good for you and stuff..” He realizes this may come off a bit harsh. “N-Not that it’s a bad thing of course–!! Dr. Osamu thinks robots are cool, and that would mean that you’re cool..but you’re still cool even if you aren’t one..!”

---- Yeah, he supposed it would be pretty rude of Osamu to just... kick him out now. Honestly, he found the fact that he was in a dry area... a huge blessing. Blues himself was pretty much waterproof, but rust and all that other nasty stuff that can get caked on you during a storm wasn’t exactly pleasant. ... But, at the same time, he could have a power outage regardless of the weather. His core was unstable, after all. It could theoretically be fixed, but there was no guarantee it’s repair could be completed without altering Blues’ personality code in some way. And he’d rather drop dead right now as ‘Blues’ than live forever as... someone else. They gave him a will, and he intended to use it to the fullest until he went offline for good.

      As Osamu addressed the ‘elephant in the room’, so to speak, Proto Man could only let out... a chuckle, which was uncharacteristic even to him. Maybe he was going insane after all of these power leaks., but he found the question... pretty amusing.

      “ Robots are machines that follow orders. I’m a machine that doesn’t, so... call me what you will. ” After that short bit of rather philosophical speech, Blues quit smiling, his expression drooping back to his usual, frown-like resting face. Seemed like the kid was smarter than he initially gave him credit for, but he was making the wrong assumptions based off of his... well, his correct assumption.

      “ I’m waterproof. I was having... other troubles. ” That’s what Blues left it at, not particularly interested in explaining his whole life story to someone who was, for all intents and purposes, still a stranger to him. Just because he had Osamu’s name, and was currently lounging around in the boy’s home, didn’t mean that he knew this kid. Or... trusted this kid. For all he knew, this was a Wily scheme. Everything seemed to loop around to that old geezer in one way or another. Of course, he didn’t think it was, but still. He’d rather not get into his... core troubles.

      “ When will the storm let up again? I don’t have an... internal weather app or anything. ” He seemed... rather eager to get out of dodge.

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“…If I had a heart, it would have broken to see his face. To see my family and the one who took my place.

There is a song I hear, A Melody From The Past. When I woke for the first time, when I slept for the last….”

This song broke the Breakman.

(and everyone who heard it)

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     && if i don’t have a heart then what is broken?

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