Hello, and welcome to another story written by yours truly, Icee The Hedgehog. It's been awhile since I've written anything, so I decided to get back into the swing of writing things by doing this little serie as I prepare to work on a larger piece. I'm hoping I've improved my wiring a bit since taking classes, so feel free to leave a review. All criticism is welcome!

Please note that this story is going to switch styles. When something is being discussed solely in the personal diary, the text will be italicized. When it is actual side action, it will be straight.

Anyway, without any further babbling from me, on to the story!

Chapter One: Sonic and Mega Man

Hello there, whoever may or may not be reading this. Is anyone reading this? In a way, I hope not. This is my private diary after all. But given my nearly four years living in the Smash Manor, I ought to know that not even a diary is safe from the 60+ nosy Smashers who reside here with me. Especially my roommate, Sonic The Hedgehog. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before he finds this book and reads every work of it. I guess it doesn't matter if he does. He's one of my most trusted friends here now, even if we did get off to a shaky start when I was first introed. Now that I understand why he acted so nasty, I don't blame him. He actually felt pretty bad about it too, but that's another story.

My name is Rock Light, though the Smashers call me Mega Man. That's my heroic name. Honestly, I woud rather just be called Rock but since I'm so famous for being in my blue armor the name Mega Man has stuck. Only my close friends ever call me by my preferred name. I guess that's okay. It's pretty much how I lived back at home afterall. Only my sister, Roll, and my creator, Dr. Thomas Light ever called me by Rock either.

I decided to write in this journal since we're starting a new tournament. My other close friend, R.O.B. suggested that writing my thoughts out might help me out some. I guess he's taken notice of my late standoffishness. I don't mean to be that way. Nothing out of the usual is wrong with me. Sure, my home universe is nothing bu ash now, but that was also four years ago. I've had my time to cope with things. Plus, it's being rebuilt. Heck, some of my other Robot Master Siblings made it and are being repaired and then made to help rebuild. It's not like everything is lost. Besides, now that I'm adjusted to living in the Manor, I've made lots of friends. Sure, some of them aren't exactly what you would call "normal", but then again, who is? I just find the "abnormal" things to be unique. Despite all the chaos, I truly couldn't be happier to be a Smasher, and I hope I get to stay here for a long time...

SNAP!

"Off writing in that diary again?"

A pencil's point snapped as the blue hedgehog spoke, swinging the bedroom door open, a light thud heard as the doorknob hits the wall.. The hedgehog had his usual cocky playful grin on as he looks at his blue armored friend, who was sprawled across his bed, the light blue dairy shimmering in the brightly lit room.

"Aren't you going to come outside?" the hedgehog continued. "We owe Ryu and Ken a match today, and they're already waiting for us at the teleporters."

"I'm sorry, Sonic. I must've lost track of the time." the robot said. His voice seemed to lack emotion. Despite his humanlike appearance, his voice and movements seemed as robotic as can be. Not something anyone would expect from a machine that looked so advanced. One would think that it would have a more humanlike personality.

"Well, I guess I'm glad that you took R.O.B.'s idea seriously, Rock, but don't get obsessed in it!" the hedgehog, Sonic said. "I don't want you to end up some hermit in an office like Robin is! He never leaves his room, always writing in those books! I'm sure R.O.B. got the idea from him. You know how he is about Robin's words afterall. Takes them like gold."

"I don't see anything wrong with it." Rock, the robot, said as he stood up, holding his journal. "I find it rather fun. Anyway. If we're going, we'd best do it. Don't want to make everyone wait."

"Yeah, agreed." Sonic nodded as he led the way out of the room, the little blue robot following close behind, holding his journal close.

Despite the fact that Sonic was remaining upbeat in front of Rock, his mood was actually rather forlorn, for he knows the truth of why Rock is this way, why he is so emotionless. But no matter how the hedgehog feels on the inside, he will always keep up his upbeat persona. It's the only way he knows he'll maintain his sanity...

The Smash Teleporter room is always hectic. Despite the fact that the head of the Manor, Master Hand, recently divided matches into arena formats in which a group would get their own teleporters in separate areas, the arenas were always loud, crowded and a mess. As the blue duo walked in, Sonic was surprised to just see Ryu standing near the arena. He'd just been here ten minutes ago and both of them were there, so seeing Ken absent shocked him a bit. Rock kept an emotionless face as always.

"What happened to Ken?" the Blue Blur asked the Wanderer.

Ryu sighed a sigh of annoyance.

"He got bored." he said. "Went off to the concessions room to talk with Red. Let's just hope Incineroar isn't there."

"Chaos help us if he is." Sonic said as the blue duo sat down, Rock beginning to scribble in his journal again.

My best friend in the Manor is Sonic, but I've always looked up to Ryu and Ken. Despite many people thinking Ryu in particular just came to babysit, I do not feel that way at all. Ryu's earned his place here, just as I have. In some ways, I wonder why he wasn't put in sooner. And Ken, well, he always goes where Ryu does. Those two are inseparable friends. But... honestly, I am annoyed by Ken more often than not.

Like I said, I look up to both Ryu and Ken due to their fighting talents and even have a Mega Upper that is much like their Shoryuken. But Ken is a pain. He's not as calm as Ryu is, and it overwhelms me. He's always loud and has little to no tact on anything. He's always got to be doing something and I pray for you if you tick him off. Sonic can be the same, but I don't know...Ken can just he intolerable more often than not. Of course I will never tell Ryu that. I'll be decent. It's not in my nature to be mean unless someone has wronged me.

Today we have a match, as per usual on Wednesday. It's Ken's turn to call the rules, so that means we're going to be stuck listening to his theme in the waiting room, battling on Suzaku Castle, and doing a team stock match. Sigh. I wish sometimes he would do some variety...

"So, Rock, how are you doing?" the robot's writing was cut off by Ryu this time. "It's been awhile since we talked."

Embarrassed, Rock slammed his journal closed, locking it with the wrap around tie.

"I've been doing good." he said in his usual emotionless voice. He held the journal close to him. "How's your training going? You and Ken are always sparring outside. Sonic and I always hear you."

"Sorry." Ryu apologized, thinking that had annoyed them. "But you know us, we can't help it sometimes. I didn't know we were that loud though, so we'll try to keep it down in the future."

"No, it's honestly fine." Rock forced a very small smile, the only emotion he was capable of expressing. "I'm glad you two are so committed to your training. Some Smashers in here don't care about training at all."

"And then when they do train, all they do is act like a troll to the dummies and spam their strongest move over and over." a familiar voice chimes in as the arena music is suddenly turned on via the jukebox, Ken's main theme music now blaring. The music was quickly adjusted to an appropriate volume as the voice continued. "That's not training. That's being a spammer."

"And where have YOU been?" Sonic asked as the source of the voice, none other than Ken himself, walked out of the jukebox area. "We've been waiting twenty minutes for you. Not cool!"

"We were waiting half an hour on you to get Mega!" Ken protested. "I got tired of standing there, so I went to talk with Red for awhile."

"Hey, I know we didn't take that long! You just can't wait for more than ten seconds!"

"Well neither can you!"

Rock tilted his head as Ken and Sonic debate about how much time they wasted. Ryu stood up to intervene, but on seeing the playful grins and play pushing from the two, he sat back down. Ken and Sonic returned to the main group after a bit, both wearing playful grins.

"Anyway, seriously, the arena is ready, so let's head to the teleporters." Ken told Ryu and Rock, who both got up. Within minutes, all four Smashers had entered the teleporters and were on their way.

That match was terrible. I couldn't stand it. Everything that I feared before happened. And to top it off, just what Ken ranted about, spamming, was all he did. Sometimes he can be so hypocritical. You'd just told us about spamming on the dummies, yet what did you do during that match? Spammed Shoryuken all over the place. To top it off, Sonic and I lost. Sonic really feels bad, but I really don't care. Losing to a spammer doesn't count as a loss in my eyes. At least Ryu didn't spam and he apologized perfusely about Ken being unprofessional. Both Sonic and I didn't mind. We knew it wasn't his fault. However, it did waste a lot of time, since it's now pretty late. The match would've been a lot shorter if Ken actually didn't spam and actually played... Would've been a lot more fun too...

"Alright, Rock, I'm turning off the light now. I hope you're done in that book." Sonic's voice sounded.

The robot looked up, holding his pencil and book closely as he sat on his bed. "Yeah. Give me a second and you can turn off the light."

I have to close this up. Will write tomorrow. Bye!

Mega Man put the penci and book back into his nightstand drawer, slamming it closed tight once both items were snugly in. He then took off the cap of the water bottle he always kept there overnight, just within arm's reach.

"Alright, whenever you want to turn it off, do so."

Sonic turned to the dresser in which the two Smashers share, his clothes on the right side and Mega's on the left side. A shared TV is also there, along with a Switch, two 3DSes, a stack of games, and socks that Sonic failed to put in the hamper. On top of the TV sits an Amazon Echo Dot, black in color.

"Alexa, bedroom lights, off."

The dot turned blue.

Okay!

And in an instant, the lights fade out, the room going dark for another day to come...