M here. I started this story when I was around thirteen. Then I didn't update for a year. Now I am sixteen and have a different writing style, so I'm going to be editing some of my earlier chapters. I would love some feedback and ideas. Now on to the story!

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The house creaked as Otto did his running routine throughout the building. Large suitcases were piled on the couch, where the cat had already made her-self comfortable. I clicked my tongue and she jumped off the suitcase.

"You can't go with, Reala," I said to the cat before yelling, "Yo, Otto! You done yet?"

My brother ran out from his room, with a duffle bag in hand. A few days ago, my mom got an emergency phone call from some relatives on the other side of the country. She didn't go into detail on what had happened, but it did freak her out enough to immediately buy airplane tickets. Three to be exact. Even with new advances in technology, air travel was still expensive. I volunteered to stay behind.

I'd rather spend my summer at home then with some relatives I barely knew.

"Do you have everything settled?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to Gem's house for the night," I responded, "Then Uncle Monkey will pick me up?"

She chuckled at my uncle's nickname and picked up a suitcase. Her eyes returned to a panic state. I was worried about her.

"Be safe, okay?"

"Jeez, Mom! I'll only be alone for an hour! What could happen?"

"Famous last words!" My father yelled from downstairs.

I laughed and help my family pack the car. Mom kept shooting me worried glances. I wasn't so sure on what was going on in her head. As the boys got in the car, she dragged me to the side.

"If you go off on your own, at least do it in a populated place," she pleaded.

"Um, okay?" I replied, confused.

I wasn't even planning on leaving the house, except for Gem's sleepover. Mom shut the car door behind her and the car slowly backed out of the garage. I watched them until they turned a corner and I couldn't see them anymore. Walking back inside, I headed straight towards my room to pack. I only packed the bare minimum: books for late night reading, video games, some clothes, a couple of movies, and more books. After I gave a satisfied look at the over stuff bag, I feed Reala.

"You be a good girl, okay?" I told her.

She sniffed my hand and went to eat her food. I locked the doors and dashed outside. It was a sunny day and many solar powered robots were outside. Seeing robots in my town was still a little surprising. We didn't exactly jump into the whole robot thing at first. But as time went on, many residents started to buy robots for their homes and business. I wondered how the robots felt about serving humanity. It was a thought that not many people talked about, except for people like Dr. Light and Dr. Cossack. I heard a faint roar behind me. At first, I dismissed it, since we lived near an airport. As I hummed one of 's songs, the roar got louder. At one point, I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. Either a plane was crashing or someone had an insanely loud lawnmower. It turned out it was not one of the two. A black and purple blur knocked me off my feet.

"Hey! I'm walking-," I shouted before I looked at my attacker, "Flux."

Maybe I should've asked Gem for a ride. What was the possibility of a Wily bot attacking me? Also, the opposite of Mega Man himself, Bass? Well, it was probably higher than surviving an asteroid field.

"Ugh, finally found you," Bass mumbled.

I narrowed my eyes. What kind of business would a Wily bot have with me? Last I checked, I didn't do anything to piss Wily off. Bass grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and started to drag me along.

"Hey! Hey! Can't we talk about this?" I screamed and struggled.

"Marion?"

Gem was standing at the side of the street, watching us with huge eyes. Bass snarled as his arm transformed into a canon. I panicked at the low hum of his canon charging. Thankfully, he didn't have a tight grip on me. I quickly elbowed him, which caused him to stagger out of surprise. It also caused my whole arm to erupt with pain. But it was all worth it to see Bass's shot miss my friend. In the distance, a siren went off, signaling that the police were coming.

"DAMN IT!" Bass screeched.

That was the last thing I heard before something hit me in the back of the head. I felt the world slipping from me until all I saw was darkness.