Imagine that you once lived a life of crime- you were a fairly known criminal who committed all sorts of crazy schemes and enjoyed doing what you did, and despite all the insane plots you created and brought to life, you got away with all of it. And then imagine, after living a couple years of this secret life, you settled down into a normal life. You got yourself a new home, a well paying job, maybe even a couple kids when after a year or so, and then there's a knock on your door. Next thing you know, you have criminal organizations calling for you to come back for a special mission.

That short analogy is there to explain how I felt about publishing a new story here. *_*

So I'm still getting emails about people reviewing and favoriting my work. I never left even though it may have seemed like it since I stopped writing.

(You could say I'm omnipresent)

But anyway, I began writing this rewrite back in February last year, and I planned to begin publishing it in July last year but never did. The rewrite consisted of eight chapters since then. I had a ninth chapter, but a couple months ago an incident caused me to lose a lot of my files. But I decided to bring this out of the darkness and finally show the world what I have left.

If you're wondering why I've been gone, I've been busy working on my own projects. Actually, fan fiction was my way of practicing and developing my skills, so I guess this can be seen as a tribute to where I began.

Anyway, here the first eight chapters of the rewrite of my first story which remained one of my favorites over the years, "Timeless Moments With You." If I don't continue this, I'm still leaving the original story up, although I don't consider these two stories to be the same since I planned to change a lot of things in this story. But if you guys seem to really enjoy this story, maybe I might take the time to finish it after all.

So dear reader, whoever you are, enjoy these eight chapters. (Keep in mind most of these chapters haven't been edited for over a year.)

Chapter 1: Blind to the Truth

"When we lose something, be it a job, a relationship, or a dream, we want to know why. Whose fault was it? Who should I be mad at, because I really want to be mad at someone!"

- Phil Vischer

Larryboy knew one thing for sure- he just lost to Awful Alvin.

He could not see anything anymore. He almost would have thought of it as a just a dream if it were not for the terrible evil laughter he heard or the quick pounding of his heart. As hard as he tried to not believe it, Larryboy knew it was over. Nothing could be done now.

Nothing.

Larryboy lay back on the cement in the middle of the street, his eyes blankly staring up at the sky.

"Larryboy? Are you all right?" a British accented voice asked frantically in his ear.

"Ha, staring at your new leader, are you?" another voice laughed close to his face. "C'mon my minions, let's leave him here. It's not like he can do anything now."

It all started as a regular day. How ironic it is that such an unexpected terrible event always seems to happen on that one rare day where everything seemed right. The sun hung brightly in a clear blue summer sky. A light breeze made the air feel the right temperature. Children laughed and chased each other down the sidewalks while the adults would stroll off to work or just drive down the traffic-less streets. Then reports of a criminal attacking central Bumblyburg came in. Just a normal day.

Well, a villain in town was a normal day for Larryboy at least.

As the town's proud superhero, Larryboy was always fighting every villain out there. It was what he did best. In fact, he loved every bit of it. And he always defeated them, thw day ending up a criminal in the black and white stripes of prison and everyone breathing in relief.

Today the villain was the infamous Awful Alvin the onion, one of the most known terrorist of Bumblyburg. He fought along with his sidekick, Lampy, who is your average floor lamp. Obviously, he was crazy. That was not a good thing.

Countless times Alvin struck Bumblyburg with his own plans in hopes of those plans actually succeeding. Every villain did the same routine over and over again, with the exception of Larryboy coming in and setting them in the new routine that ended with them losing. Of course, Alvin ignored the possibility of this and went on.

This time, Alvin's plan was to set out on the city with robots, probably one of the oldest ideas in the book. But hey, why not?

Alvin's particular robots were like most robots, made of metal and other robotic parts, making them classify as a robot. Alvin designed these robots to hover above the ground. Aside from this difference, the robots has those beady red eyes that gave them all threatening looks, robotic claws, and antennas on top of their heads that let them be controlled by a satellite Alvin set up somewhere. They obeyed every single messed up command Alvin demanded. On their backs were the words in red, "ALL HAIL ALVIN," like advertisements trying to hypnotise customers with mesmerizing fonts and pictures.

Larryboy did not take this as much of a big deal. It was just another mission, another adventure, where he would win. Just robots, just Alvin, just another day of being a superhero. Easy.

Larryboy's plan was to find that certain satellite that Alvin used to control the robots and destroy it. Again, it should be easy. Larryboy might as well could have skipped into town smiling and blown up every single robots just by walking past them. Or so he thought.

The robots were tougher than Larryboy thought. Alvin's designs and mechanism were flawless almost. One second Larryboy would stand in front of a robot, the next he would be thrown on the ground or once even being used as a rope in a game of tug-a-war between two cruel robots.

The day went by, and things did not go according to plan. Larryboy searched endlessly for that satellite, but the robots got in the way. Meanwhile, things in town began to go downhill. People jumping out of their cars mid-driving just as a crowd of robots flooded the street. Screaming children fleeing from parks like it was a horror movie. Robots, robots, everywhere, more than people.

Hours passed. The robots were just too powerful. How come this took longer than it should have? How come Alvin was...defeating him? No, maybe Larryboy was just tired. Tired from failing to stand a strong defense in robot attacks. Tired from trying to save any bystander he passed to no avail, since it would seem like they would just take one look at Larryboy and run off as if they had to fend on their own, despite Larryboy being there.

Larryboy decided to drop the plan of finding the satellite and find Alvin and Lampy instead. That had to be easier. Surely, Alvin had to be parading around somewhere. It turns out, he was. But Larryboy found that out in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Larryboy found himself feeling weakened and tired, panting in the middle of a intersection in a road,full of more running people rather than cars, when hundreds of robots poured in from all sides. Larryboy gasped and looked around. He was surrounded. Then came in Alvin, smiling wickedly while riding on one robot like a parade float. In his hand was Lampy, smiling all friendly and kind, unlike Alvin, who would insist he was just as evil.

Alvin cackled evilly as the metallic mob made a small circle around him and the trapped Larryboy. "Well, nice to see you arrived, Larryboy."

Alvin held up Lampy, brought his face closer to his, and said to his best friend, "I sorry about this, Lampy." Alvin suddenly pulled a pair of sunglasses seemingly from the air. He summoned the robot behind him forward. The robot's head rotated revealing a panel at the back of his head. It flipped open, showing an electric socket. Alvin pulled a cord out from Lampy's post and plugged him into the robot.

Instantly, the brightest, whitest light shown from the top and bottom of Lampy's shade like a massive light shining from a lighthouse.

Then Alvin leaped off the robot and strutted with his sunglasses towards Larryboy, swinging Lampy in the air as he approached. Larryboy squinted his eyes from the nearing bright light, but it would have not prepared him for what was next.

"You know Larryboy, it would be terrible to get this hot, blinding light coming from this new light bulb I designed for Lampy in your eyes," Alvin sneered. Then without warning, Alvin aimed Lampy and swung.

Lampy's shade smacked Larryboy right in the face. The hot radiance left Larryboy's face feeling scorched and the last thing he saw before the blinding whiteness was Lampy's innocent face.

Larryboy fell back into the pavement groaning with his eyes shut. He opened his eyes once more to glare at Alvin, but neither Alvin or the surrounding robots showed up in his vision.

"Hey!" Larryboy panicked, "I can't see anything!"

Alvin waved a hand in front of Larryboy's blank eyes. "Looks like I defeated you with robots and Lampy. Was it always that easy to defeat the so "powerful" Larryboy himself? What a surprise. How come no one ever thought of this idea?"

Alvin's mocking voice rang through Larryboy's head. Was he really just defeated with nothing more than Alvin's robots and a lamp? It could not be, it was too ridiculous.

Unless he really was the problem.

"No...I didn't lose. I can still stop you," Larryboy said.

"Over here."

Larryboy turned to face Alvin's voice, only to get hit in the face by Lampy again.

"Face it, Larryboy. You failed. You always win, but now that's over. Really, I almost pity you. How embarrassing. A superhero who lost...like this? I always thought you were pathetic, but this is an all new low. An epic fail. You had one job, and you failed. I can't blame you though, I am an awesome villain," Alvin mocked.

Larryboy was taken back a bit, but tried to regain his strong brave mein. "Surrender or-"

"Or what? What? What, Larryboy? Huh? What are you going to do? It's over. It's already over. You can't do anything. I don't get how no one ever realized it before, you can't do anything!" Alvin laughed.

"I defeated you before-"

"No, you didn't. Someone else always had to help you, or someone else would come up with the brilliant plan and you would just play along and get the credit."

Larryboy was silent. A voice somewhere inside of him agreed on how true that seemed.

"Since you can't do anything by yourself, you should join me. Nah, I can't use such a misfit like you. But if you ever change your mind, just come over to me and say "All hail Alvin." Hey, I have an idea. Let's do that now! I already won! All hail Alvin! All hail Alvin!" Alvin began to cheer. "Join me, minions! All hail Alvin! ALL HAIL ALVIN!"

"All hail Alvin," the robots repeated monotonously.

Alvin began laughing out of control. The robots did too, but still in an unchanging robotic voice.

The only person not laughing was Larryboy. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he lost.

It did not matter if he joined Alvin or not. It would not change the fact that he lost.