Wishful Thinking
Ruby Spears fanfic by Teribane
Rating - T
Summary - Short behind-the-scenes drabblet of the cartoon episode "Bot Transfer."
AN - No, I don't know either. Except I needed an explanantion of some stuff in this episode and this cropped up.
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"Good work, 'brother'..."
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Robots couldn't cry.
Or at least Snakeman was pretty sure he couldn't. He knew his old body didn't have the physical means of doing so. Now that he was in Megaman's body, maybe he could, only he didn't know how, and he was glad he didn't.
He winced and squeezed his eyes shut as Protoman kicked him again, trying not to move, not even bothering to pick himself up from the floor. Maybe, just maybe, if he stopped moving he'd be left alone.
"You're Megaman, got it? You're my brother!"
This needed a reply. The green-white bot - or at least he'd never stop thinking of himself that way, even if he was now blue - nodded frantically.
"Act like him!"
Snakeman whimpered involuntarily as Protoman kicked him again, and the visored robot flinched, stopping. He looked a little shell-shocked, as if only now realizing what he was doing, then turned away and hit the wall with a fist, driving it almost an inch into the metal.
"You're... my brother..."
Snakeman cautiously opened one eye a crack, only to see Protoman hunched over, his fist still embedded in the wall. He cringed as the robot started to speak again, then slowly uncurled, unwrapping his arms from his side.
"It's alright, Snakeman. You can go now."
It sounded oddly choked, forced, but Snakeman didn't question it, deciding that the robot must be in a forgiving mood - although he still didn't understand what he'd done wrong - and taking the chance to get out of there. Overly grateful for this new body's speed, even if it didn't seem to have brought much other good to him, he only stopped at the doorway for a second to look back.
That bot has something seriously wrong with him.
Protoman waited for the door to close before he let the "I'm sorry." out.
He leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, then slid down, folding his legs.
Wishful thinking. That's all it was. The person he really most wanted on his side, he'd never have. The best he could hope for was a cheap imitation.
But just this second, he was really glad that...
Robots couldn't cry.