A/N: This is sort-of a crossover...However there is only one character from a different series, and this character is from a 'show' on Tré Melvin's Youtube. Basically, it's about a ghetto family and their...Problems. Give it a watch if you enjoy crude humor. Watermelondrea is the main character, but as for this story, I'm starring her grandmother.

Enjoy. Also, does anyone know how to fix this problem? Upon reading my writing, when I go to submit the work, names tend to disappear. Am I doing something wrong...?


What the hell kind of drugs have I been taking? This single thought sprouted in the woman's mind when she had opened her tired eyes to an area of nothing but green and blue static lines. Numbers floated around, occasionally bumping into one another. The whole location was a garbled mess, pushed together in a complicated haste. There was nothing to understand, and frankly, she didn't want to. This place looks like what teenagers are obsessed with these days. Flat, no life, and certainly time-consuming to understand. Honestly, she'll never get it. What's the appeal in electronic devices that can't do what humans do?

Either way, this dream was very peculiar and uncomfortable. Piña made a mental note to ask her neighbor about the bundle of blunts given days before. Perhaps the drugs went bad, a poisonous batch. The only harm appeared to be crazy dreams, not that she was complaining too much. A 'five' went past her face, too close for comfort. The slow-moving integers were like letters, reminding her of Scramble.

What kind of shit is this? She attempted to lift a hand but found herself unable to do so. Annoyance crossed her line of thought. God Damn it. Did my arthritis get a major upgrade? Although that alone, was likely rare. Drugs also can't be ruled out just yet. I'll have to talk to Sister Shirley. Her dealer might be sneaking in some horrible shit. The woman closed her eyes, willing her limbs to respond. They didn't, and so she called upon her Lord. She prayed and prayed, eyes closed and mind focused.

The woman felt a tug.

Hmph. It's been awhile since Piña experienced a lucid dream, but the woman was willing to pass this one up. Craziness wasn't her style, no way. An occasional adrenaline rush was fine, but this? Not on her life. I don't need no technology shoving numbers in my face, And the mere idea her brain conjured this event up, greatly offended her.

At least she was finally waking up...As her surroundings were growing dark. The numbers faded, and the only sounds she managed to hear was a faint rumble, like a tired vacuum. Piña was almost relieved to wake up. The old woman must've left the heater on due to the noise. No matter. She was coming to, fingers feeling less achy than usual. Did she fall on the floor? Her back was on some type of hard, cool surface. Well, Piña didn't feel pain, so she must be okay. The woman has to get up. There are many things to do today, and catching up with Sister Shirley was one of them. Firstly, the stunted blunts.

"Rise…! Copy Breakman!" An unfamiliar voice bellowed, raspy but demanding.

Copy what? Yet she felt her body rise, and Piña quickly realized the stupid-as-hell 'name' was directed at her. An immediate frown formed on her face, and she rounded on the person a foot away. "The hell did you just call me? Copy what? I ain't no damn copy." Her vision landed on a white man with peculiar sideburns. Despite his wide eyes, Piña pressed on with her annoyance. "Sonny, the only thing 'copy' is your bushy ass mustache. I've seen how many of those, and each of them look muddier than the last! Have you even once shaved that shit? Whew!" She gaped to emphasize her point but paused when noticing another person in the corner of the dimly lit room. Piña ignored the frozen white coated idiot and stared ahead at this new being with a shiny metal piece on his head.

A dark blue and white figure leaned on a wall, appearing to look all strong and cool. While in reality...

"...Are you supposed to be some kind of Naruto character?" Piña was genuinely confused. What kind of cosplay shit... Definitely the drugs. She mentally put together. No more white willow, not taking that again, no way. "Oh damn, where is this?" Her question was legitimate, but the look of disapproval on the ninja's(at least he looks like one?) face proved otherwise. Piña had half a mind to yell profanity at the two people who probably kidnapped her, but refrained in favor of finding a weapon. Pull out now, questions later.

Her hands reached into her wig with a different texture feel- Wait a second. This isn't her wig. And my knife isn't there, either. How else is she going to defend herself? Her purse isn't here...Where is here?

The man she roasted seconds before finally recovered. He released a heavy breath of exasperation, slamming a hand onto his face. "Another failure? Where did I go wrong on this one? It hasn't even been five minutes!" The sideburn wearing man grumbled. He wore a scientist-like jacket, and so Piña assumed he was some type of doctor. In the corner of her eyes, she viewed a title labeled to the man in front of her.

[Creator: Dr. Albert Wily] Piña made a swift connection she didn't want to believe, glancing at her fingers. The digits were covered with slightly dark red gloves. She gaped upon finding another realization. Her limbs were moving easily and said arms and legs didn't shake from tremors. It was a damned miracle! No wait, this was impossible. There's no way she could be young again, better not get her hopes up.

"Wait, shit. Am I dead?" This isn't some kind of Frankenstein shit, is it? Come back to life in a new zombie body? She didn't feel dead, but instead, lively more than ever. In fact, Piña would be celebrating if it weren't for the two strangers nearby.

The man nearby groaned. "Something must be wrong with Copy Breakman. It's likely a screw loose. Hmph! There isn't much time left, but I'm going to have to fix him. I certainly didn't program him with profanity." A wrench was pulled out, and the sight only added more and more questions to Piña's mind. His incorrect pronoun sparked her back to reality. A retort in her mind, died out when the wrench came closer.

"Did you say fix?" She blurted, forcing herself to put on a stoic expression when the other actually paused. "No need for that. I'm quite fine," Her vision stared at the text box in the corner. "... ." Piña would've cringed if she wasn't an old woman with years of experience. She watched the scientist stare into her eyes with sharp observance. Piña refused to give in, and a staring contest sprouted for a minute.

"Ah, so you're working now?" The man huffed, lowering the offending metal. Instead, he rudely knocked on her head, a metallic sound echoing.

Piña resisted a reaction by thinking of positive thoughts. The other in the corner only further tested her wavering trepidation. Still, he was better than this 'Wily' character. ...She was highly tempted to bite his hand. Then again, that wrench might do damage if it interacts with her, and so she'd rather not risk it. Good God, to be unarmed at the most crucial times…!

"Excellent." finally eased up on his crude actions. His eyebrows narrowed as he stood straighter. "Now then, I have a job for you." And Piña nearly declined with attitude; if it weren't for the consequences. Instead, 'Copy Breakman' decided to lay low, eyes remaining on the one in front of her. Multiple insults floated around the silent air, never to be heard.

"Are you certain about that, Doctor?" The 'cool' guy finally spoke up. His red eyes allowed Piña to wonder if he had contacts or some other shit like that. That color wasn't natural. "He doesn't seem to be in his right mind." Suspicion was tossed in her direction, and Piña glared with the same hostility right back.

"Shut it, Shadowman. I know what I'm doing. You robot masters like to question me, but remember who built you." 'Wily' grunted in reply, reaching into his pocket and revealing a device.

"...Of course, Doctor."

Shadowman? Breakman? Crepes. He can't name for a scrap of food on his plate. Piña took this chance to view the room they were in. It was a lab of some sorts, the high amounts of technology made her head spin. There were buttons on buttons, and wires around almost every corner. Not another word left her mouth as she took in the area. Finally, her sight drifted to her gloved hands, and the scarlet gauntlets attached to her legs.

...I've ain't never have been feeling so fine, before. Even if she was dressed oddly. Piña wasn't about to complain. Is it possible for her to walk like this? I just to figure out where I am, then I'll be on my merry way. Far the hell away from these ninnies. Old or not, she could still recognize crazies on the spot. Her family contained many of those, that's for sure.

Piña viewed the one with the sideburns gesture her to follow. A wave of puzzlement and hesitancy halted her movement; but when the Wily-fellow scrunched up his eyebrows, she slid off the metallic table. Piña stumbled, unsure how to walk properly without her cane. The usual weight on her limbs had magically vanished, however, and so Piña gained control, much to her own amazement. Her whole day seemed bright despite the dangerous event she's been tossed into. Dear Lord, I can walk! Ha! Her grin disappeared when the man with the white coat watched her cautiously. She could feel another gaze on the back of her neck.

"Hmph." The 'doctor' turned and led her to the largest computer she's ever seen. Piña nearly gasped, unaware of how wealthy this person was until now.

She didn't get to dwell on such further when her arm was abruptly grabbed and tugged her form forward. Wily was certainly very rude and was shameless to be such. Nonetheless, she glanced upwards to view whatever she was entitled to view. On the screen, were the coordinates and location of ...Something.

Look at all that tech-no hooey. Piña could barely understand it. At least she knew what latitude and longitude meant. Not that it'll tell which numbers will bring me to the nearest station. I've been alive long enough to know about how quick the cops move when someone shoots a bullet. How will she get the attention of the people in blue without her purse?

"You should already have these coordinates downloaded, but I just wanted to make sure." Dr. Wily then proceeded to type a couple statements into the keyboard. "I want you to get some money, and make it flashy." He snorted, and fingers locked together. "You'll allow that blue pest," The word was grit out. "To see you, then come straight back. You may engage in a fight, but do not stay for long, capisce?" These were commands, meant to be swiftly carried out without fail. His arm moved, and a moment later; there was a single piece of clothing in his digits, along with sharp pitch dark shades, and a helmet.

Piña had every reason to start eying him weirdly but settled for a mere salute. Her intentions were several octaves different than his, but she'd agree to stay alive another hour. A pale sun colored scarf was placed around her neck neatly. The shades were placed on not a moment later, acting almost like a regular pair of lens. Lastly, the helmet went on her head, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Wily's features appeared to brighten, and for a moment, Piña thought he had a handsome smile. Eh, but Piña's taken, even if she kinda isn't at the same time. Almost a damn shame. "Make me proud, Copy Breakman!" He pressed a button, and a notification resounded at the back of her head. To a normal creation of Wily's, they would've followed as instructed. As for Piña...

'Copy Breakman' blankly stared ahead while her mental innards panicked at the number counting down in the corner, instructing her to be still. What? Without a second's pause, the ground left under her feet. Piña exclaimed profanities until she hit the ground again, her peculiar boots coming in contact with a surface. Fuck. Piña could not comprehend what just happened. She was just at this weird ass lab, but now she's in an alleyway?

Somebody sue my black ass, but I swear I just teleported. Doesn't that hooey only happen in movies? And anything else was impossible...Right? Things weren't logical lately, but miracles don't just keep reoccurring! Finally getting over the shock; Piña took several steps out of the alleyway and into civilization. She shielded herself with a gloved hand. Blinding bright light beamed directly down on her face.

Sunlight...It's a fine day to be alive. She mused, enjoying the moment. It's been years since I could walk like this. She watched people pass her, occupied with their own business. Screw everything, for just a few minutes. ...I'll simply take a walk.

And that is what the old soul, did. Piña strolled through the concrete sidewalks, passing people and buildings of stores. She kept treading aimlessly at a steady pace. The reason to rush had long flown over her head and Piña decided this was her moment. This town was different than what she's used to, and so was the population, but she couldn't care less.

At least, until Piña bumped into someone. The newly-walking person yelped but ended up brushed by the crowd of people fast-walking by. There was no control over her surroundings as backgrounds began to blur from the spinning. After being pushed around for moments without end, she crashed into a door, a bit irritated by the mere audacity of people. How dare they treat an old lady like this? Hmph.

To avoid further harm, Piña stepped into the building she was in front of. The inside revealed people behind glass. They were speaking to customers. Money was being carefully deposited or taken out. Piña has done this process many times before. A bank? Her original goal came back. I suppose I can ask them. As locals know their way around. She felt stares, but Piña didn't look back as she calmly waited in line with the rest of the civilians.

...Why the hell do I feel so damn short? Piña pondered on this thought while she waited, and eventually, it was her turn to talk with the employee next. A few steps later, and she was facing a woman with beautiful brown hair. She wore a shirt matching the bank's logo, representing her status as a worker. A bit too much red lipstick, but the woman behind the screen was pretty regardless. Hazel eyes stared at Piña in slight nervousness, and the older soul waved her hand in dismissal of the odd atmosphere.

"Good morning, dear." A hint of formality. Piña didn't react when the other gave her a weird look.

"O-Oh, good morning...S-Sir? D-Do you need something?" The woman managed to ask politely, but Piña didn't find her light joke funny. Just this once, she'll let it pass, since this old girl had places to be.

"Yes, baby girl," The woman behind the glass seemed to cringe, and Piña nearly asked what's wrong with her. Instead, she pressed on. "I need directions." Her gloved hands rested on the metal surface holding up the barrier. Piña barely reached the metal, and she found herself wondering about her shortened height again.

"Directions…?" The other breathed.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said, baby girl. Now, can you help me?" Piña watched the other fold her hands, long fingers disappearing from view. The younger person fixed herself, sitting straighter. At least this means she won't be giving me attitude. A logical part of her mind commented.

"...Of course, sir. Where to?" Her hazel eyes adapted a strange sort of calm, but Piña wasn't paying much attention to that.

"Ma'dam." Piña interrupted, tapping her clothed fingers on the metal.

"...I'm sorry?"

"I'm a woman."Piña voiced hotly. "You will address me as such." The use of male pronouns was beginning to itch at her nerves. She won't tolerate it any longer; not from anyone who wasn't able to actively threaten her anyways.

"...You are?" The dumbfounded expression only fueled Piña unadulterated frustration.

"Is this how you treat your customers?" Gloved fingers clenched into fists. The nametag on the woman was 'Sally.' She had half a mind to spew insults at this rude ninny! The perturbation on the other's face was beginning to show through her hazel hues, but Piña merely scoffed. Ugh, who has time for this? "Just give me directions to the damn nearest station! I'm exhausted…" The glove-wearing person grumbled, pleasant mood gone.

"R-Right…" Sally appeared to tremble just a bit, and Piña softened in her stern stare.

"What's going on here?" A demand, alerting Piña to one with higher status in the workforce of this building. Another woman appeared next to the hazel-eyed one. Her eyes were brown, matching her curled hair. Whoever she was, the bank had gone quiet. A tense atmosphere had settled, but Piña was never one to retreat. The apparent 'boss' looked to the unusually frozen red lipped lady. "Is he bothering you?" The question was asked as if Piña wasn't there.

"Honey, I ain't bothering nobody. It was just the incorrect use of pronouns I was correcting," Piña paused. "Which it seems I need to do that again." You're all being very rude toward me.

"...Incorrect use of pronouns?" The new woman voiced, obviously dumbfounded.

"She," The woman with hazel eyes slowly corrected, eyes not leaving Piña. Sally's knuckles were turning white. "You mean, 'is she bothering you?' '" Her whisper was more of a pleading tone, but no one noticed. Sally shrink a bit in her chair.

"...Ah. I know that condition." The taller woman spoke confidently. "I didn't know people with such a mental illness existed, huh." Her curt comment was a slap in the face. Both Piña and Sally jolted. A facet turned fearful while another looked downright murderous. The brown-eyed person looked indifferent. "Don't worry, Sally. I'll handle this."

"Transgender?" Piña hissed in a high pitch, nearly surprised at how her voice didn't crack. "I'm a woman, you closed minded…!"

"No no, it's okay 'ma'am.' We can help you. How about we calm down and call up a therapist? I'm sure they can help diagnose you. Transgenderism is serious and all, but it's not as bad as being queer; so you'll be fine after a few years. Perhaps." The nameless woman replied coolly.

At that moment, Piña's mind was swarmed with multiple thoughts.

"Grandma...I don't want to be gay. Everyone is gonna make fun of me."

Piña twitched, her eye unable to mimic the said action. The nameless woman was mouthing off another comment, but the older soul's attention was on her inner workings.

This...Ignorant ass bitch! She was attacking Piña's family. This was a direct verbal attack. Aimed at her, her many grandchildren, sons-in-law, and daughters-in-law. The exact fears a select few of her grandkids had. The very same statements This is mother fucking unacceptable. Her hand was building up energy, and she welcomed it. Even with both women watching with expressions equivalent to fear; she was going to punch through this glass.

Piña Colada Brown was going to physically knock that woman's ass up. Piña may not have a knife, but she can still jack someone up with these new fists. Cuts and bruises guaranteed.

"Now see here!" And something went off. Without a second later; the energy gathered in her hand had exploded. The blast was a reddish purple, ruining the ceiling. Rubble fell, hitting the metal surface and smacking the glass. The barrier shattered immediately, shards raining down on Piña's outstretched arm and face. Strangely, she wasn't cut. Her eyes were on the new weapon one of her hands held. Scratch that. Her hand became the fucking weapon. Silence followed after the event. A fragile quiet fell over the bank, every human being had ice in their veins.

Piña moved her cannon-like hand an inch, and someone screamed bloody murder.

People scattered to leave the building. Screams of terror resounded as Piña tried to make sense of what was happening. She watched Sally swiftly pull her stunned boss elsewhere, leaving the old soul alone while the bank quickly emptied. Terrified yells and shrieks still sounded outside, but Piña wasn't paying attention to that.

Her attention was on the leftover glass, showing her reflection.

I look mighty fine with these visors. Besides that though, her mind drifted as she took in her new features. Piña swiftly took ahold of her helmet and tugged it off. Brown hair descended upon being freed, and the old soul inspected her new face. ...Lord, wake me up. This must be a nightmare or something very shitty. Gloved fingers pressed against her cheek, but the surface wasn't soft despite how the skin looked. In fact, the skin didn't feel right, unnatural.

Skin color was a whole other issue, but it was best not to focus on that point. The situation was dire enough.

I look like a handsome young man… Piña's mind supplied in amazement despite the underlying panic. That's likely why those fellas referred to me as a male. Oh dear. My bad. Her thoughts wandered to possible apologies and slight guilt but snapped back to reality when a familiar sound blared through the area. She's heard this siren many times before. Back in her young days, and even the present. There's no mistaking this sound.

The cops are here. And judging by those damn lights… Red and blue flashed outside the glass windows. They have already surrounded the place. God damn it! Which was obviously highly unfortunate for her. Looks like I'm not coming out of this one without some kind of plan. What plan? Since when do little old ladies like her have to outsmart the cops? This may...Be difficult for someone with frail limbs, like me. She looked at her reflection again, mind swarming. Then again, I suppose I'm not like that now. Rich excitement shot through her, and Piña affectionately tapped her weapon.

Very much right, me. You're not 'you' at this moment. You're...Someone else. At least, for a moment. Determination burned through her very core. And that very same 'me' will get me out of here. She'll prove her innocence her own way. That was the Piña Colada method. She kicked flexed her metal gauntlets before shoving the helmet back over her head. The old soul felt anew despite the odd situation she was stuck in. Piña glanced at the back, then to the front doors.

I'd be a fool to escape out the front. She's seen this scene too many times on Cops. How many idiots decide to leave out the front doors in a rush? Too many. There's probably a window in one of the offices in the back. A faint thought reminded her to grab money, but Piña shoved it down. I ain't stealing no damn money! Why would she, because some man younger than her ordered her to do so?

No, Piña was too prideful and stubborn for that.

She moved her legs to the back and rested a hand on the door. Twisting her non-weapon hand, the knob opened easily. How lucky. Piña allowed a satisfied grin to appear before throwing the door open. She nearly jumped when another nearby door was roughly shoved open, resulting in a brief mental quickscope of what occurred. Her senses heightened on alert before she could stop herself; it was an odd unwelcome feeling. Piña swiftly spun on her heels to inspect the intruder.

Someone had bravely entered the bank.

Piña couldn't stop staring, and the other appeared to be in the same stunned daze as she was.

The quiet was stiff and puzzling. The rubble was nearly a forgotten mess on the floor, flashing police lights barely in sight.

It was a boy, one in different shades of blue. He was wearing armor, and every piece was made from of some kind of metal. His eyes were a sky blue to match the design, but Piña couldn't find any real emotion in the hues. This was supposed to be a normal boy, but there was something off about him. His eyes were unnerving to her, and apparently the other thought the same of herself. He seemed wary but also confused by her appearance.

"Protoman…?"

His voice was enough to snap her out of it. Piña directed her weapon on him, and the other did the same in response.

"Wait!" The boy in blue called despite not lowering his weapon. "We don't have to fight. Please, just…" He didn't get a chance to say another word as Piña blasted a shot at him. There was a yell from his direction, but Piña darted away, soon crashing through the window of the backroom's office. Glass flew, and sirens blared, but the old soul wasn't paying attention to any of that. She only wanted to get out of there. Away from the strange boy matching a weapon similar to her's.

Even as Piña sped down the street, with velocity faster than she's ever been, quick metal footsteps followed almost close behind.

The unofficial game was on.