Before things get started! This is an AU fan fiction with a segment in the beginning to showcase the OC's past in the Classic era (20XX-200X), but most of the story will be in the era of X (21XX)! Expect there to be changes with the original plot of the Classic and X series in this fan fiction!
I really hope you give it a chance, guys!
Part 1 - Chapter 1: Rock 'n' Roll, Phyllis!
~Phyllis' P.O.V.~
My life was always full of crazy events- positive and negative occurrences alike. Never the less, these incidents I was usually pulled into by fate were enough for most parents of children my age to keep their kids away from me out of fear for their well being.
Especially because of that one time I accidentally blew up my next door neighbor's stove and set their house on fire... Yeah, that pretty much sealed my reputation in concrete. It wasn't that I was trying to be some kind of problem child or anything, no... It's just that when I tried to do things, I usually ended up screwing up royally for some reason.
I have irrefutable, terrible luck- and there is nothing anyone can say to convince me otherwise.
"Phyllis, hand me my wrench set, will you?" My grandpa asks nicely from across the table in front of me, fingers twiddling in my line of sight to snap me out of whatever trance I was in.
"Eh?" I ask dumbly, shaken from my thoughts to look up and meet Grandpa Light's inquiring gaze. Beside him stand my brothers, Peter and Pate, with our other grandpa, Grandpa Wily, standing beside me.
All of them are giving me strange looks, looks which make me flush slightly out of discomfort. I shoot each of them a sour glare in return as I reach for the wrench set Grandpa Light has asked me for, pushing it across the table towards him.
"Er... I was just thinking about something, don't look at me like that," I complain irritably, causing my eldest brother of 20, Peter, to share a look with Grandpa Wily.
"Females, kid. This is why I split with your grandma," Grandpa Wily explains jokingly, causing Peter to snicker with him when I glare daggers at them.
I feel my cheeks puff up in offense, but say nothing when Grandpa Light takes the wrench set from me- his expression an apologetic smile that I don't dare look at full on out of fear that he will sense the amount of rage Grandpa Wily's words sets forth within me.
Standing between Grandpa Light and Peter- my younger brother of 11, a sweetheart named Pate, offers me a small smile that I manage return when his presence instills tranquility over my anger. Once I'm relaxed again, I look back over at Grandpa Light and watch his ministrations on his latest creation.
"...And there! He's finally finished!" Grandpa Light exclaims, putting aside the wrench he has been using with a large grin.
With that, he grabs a screwdriver up and begins to seal the abdomen of the robot laying on the table before us, careful not to scratch the surface of the robot with narrowed and focused eyes.
"Can I name him?" Pate asks quickly, looking from Grandpa Light to Grandpa Wily eagerly with a sweet smile.
"I don't see why not..." Wily says, sharing a grin with Doctor Light before looking back down at the ecstatic Pate. "What would you like to name him?"
Pate looks up and touches his chin in thought, his bright green hair much like my own and Peter's hair color, shining under Light Labs bright lighting. He squints his dark blue eyes at the robot before gasping loudly as if he has had a sudden epiphany.
"Hey! How about we name him Rock? Like for 'Rock 'n' Roll, we love oldies music here!" Pate suggests brightly, making both our grandfathers smile down at him.
"Sure, sure! Good pick, my boy!" Grandpa Light straightens his back up and clears his voice with a grin and a dramatic salute towards the Lightbot, resulting in giggles from both Pate and I. "From this day forth, I proclaim the name of thee, DLN-001... Rock!" Grandpa Light declares, pulling out a navy blue flask with an 'E' written on either side of it in white paint. "Let's wake the fellow up then, shall we?"
My siblings, Doctor Wily and I watch Doctor Light gently part the synthetic lips of the humanoid Lightbot on the table. Grandpa Light's actions are smooth and careful, the robotics genius taking his time to pour the flask of 'E' down the bot's "hatch", so to speak. The 'E' while being poured into the Lightbot's lips almost resembles Cola, only lackluster-flat looking and without any pleasant scent.
'Rock' is the second robotic creation (despite his serial number of DLN-001) of Doctor Thomas Light and Doctor Albert Wily. The 'bot was created to have a body that resembles the appearance of a juvenile around maybe 11-14. Basically between Pate and I's age, but probably closer to Pate's than mine.
Grandpa Light had built the 'bot to have a head of soft, short brown hair that is swept towards towards the right side, a blue and white accented tee shirt adorning his torso. Beneath that, the Lightbot wore a pair of casual dark brown shorts, his forelegs reminiscent of large gauntlets the color of a sapphire blue- the casual appearance signifying that he would probably be a 'bot that would remain as a lab assistant.
It's during the time that I'm admiring the hard work Grandpa Wily and Grandpa Light has put into making Rock that the robot's eyes suddenly snap open to blink a pair of crystal blue eyes at my magenta irises.
I jump a little in surprise at the unexpected eye contact, which seems to continue on well after I'm sure he's already aware he's making me uncomfortable. Maybe there's a glitch in his processor or something? Why was he staring at me so... creepily?
"Hello, there, Rock!" Doctor Light speaks up first after a full minute of the Lightbot blankly gazing at me, giving the robot a smile despite Rock not even sparing him a glance yet. "It's wonderful to meet you! My name is Doctor Thomas Light- and this is my colleague Doctor Albert Wily. We are your creators!"
Rock blinks and finally tears his eyes away from me to look at Grandpa Light as blankly as he'd been staring at me. "Creators... Light and Wily," Rock repeats with a tone of uncertainty, clearly getting used to his ability to speak- and probably to think as well, actually.
Even Rock's voice sounds perfect- nothing like the robot I tried to make in the fifth grade who's voice was monotonous and sometimes a different language. Not even sure how the other languages happened to be implemented into it, but whatever... That was three years ago, give or take. I've learned since then.
Rock glances back over at me curiously. "Are you Albert Wily?" He asks, causing Peter to snort in laughter across the only Albert Wily in the room. I puff my cheeks up angrily again and turn away to stalk over towards another table- where all of Rocks blueprints have been scattered across the surface.
"Ah, no, Rock. That's my lovely granddaughter, Phyllis," Light corrects the robot with an awkward laugh, just before continuing with, "She's the sassy one in the family- I think you'll get along just fine with her... As long as you don't step on her toes or anything. As for Albert Wily..."
While they get over the introductions, I start to go through the blueprints that my grandfathers had both made, biting my lip as I memorize as much information from the blueprints as I can before anyone else can catch me taking an interest.
I've been sneaking looks at Rock's blueprints since my grandfathers had started working on their second ever robot. It's for a project of my own- a female robot. One I like to refer to as a Phylbot! Kinda like Grandpa Light's "Lightbots", but a "Phylbot" because I (obviously) built her.
Grandpa Light's first robot, Blues, had a few problems- a reason why he was also referred to as Protoman. He was a prototype and the first robot my grandfathers had created. It was only natural that the Lightbot would have a few.. Flaws. The fact that he was the first (DLN-000) and hadn't come back home since learning of his faults and time limit at "life", Pate and I had never met him. Peter had- but he was always deflecting the conversation whenever we brought Blues up.
I can only hope that my Phylbot doesn't end up like poor Blues...
I know how Grandpa Light feels about Protoman from the times I've brought the Lightbot up in the past. If my Phylbot ends up like Blues... I'll be crushed.
Okay, I think I've got everything. I might be able to finish my Phylbot by tonight!
"Everything okay, Phyl?" I hear Grandpa Wily ask, using my nickname and stepping up beside me while I set the blueprints down. Crap... Caught. Well, I guess I better explain myself- Grandpa Wily will only press the issue more if I resist.
"Oh, just admiring all the work you and Grandpa Light did. You two are amazing- I... I wanna build robots when I grow up too!" I muster the courage to finally admit, facing Grandpa Wily just as he nearly chokes on a sip of coffee in a mug that has been on the table with the blueprints since the afternoon. To put that into perspective, it is nighttime right now. The coffee doesn't seem hot anymore, however, it appears that the coffee's temperature isn't the obvious "issue" here.
"What?! You want to build robots?" Grandpa Wily repeats in shock, mouth slightly gaping. I nod to confirm what he repeats, wearing a look of confusion at his tone of what I can only describe as a tone of disappointment. "Sweetheart, that's a man's job. You can't build robots, leave that to one of your brothers- well, if they decide they want to get into robotics. That kind of thing requires getting dirt and other chemicals all over you, and women don't like getting dirty."
With that, Wily laughs lightly at my claim and walks back over to Grandpa Light, leaving me standing by the table with Rock's blueprints with no option to refute his claims or defend my position.
That's a man's job. Women can't build robots. Nyeh, nyeh, blah, blah, BLAH!
"Phyllis?"
At the voice of my little brother, I relax the grip of my hands on the edges of the table. The blood once again flushes back to my fingertips as I face Pate with a smile to mask my inner turmoil. I really want to flip the table over, but I don't have enough muscle to do so... Which only makes me angrier, to be honest.
"Yes, Pate? What do you need?" I answer my little brother, noting his mild expression of worry.
"You're not mad at Rock for his mistake of calling you Grandpa Wily, are you?" Pate asks innocently, fingers picking at his nails as he shifted from foot to foot. Clearly he's anxious for what my answer is- and it makes my smile a little more honest that it's meant to be. He's worried about that? I just heard how misogynistic Grandpa Wily is- like being called both a "man" and a "grandpa" could dampen my mood any more than that.
I almost burst out laughing at the though, but catch myself so I don't offend my brother's worries. "That's not why I excused myself. I walked away because Peter is a-"
"Don't finish that sentence, Sis," I hear my older brother state in warning, causing Pate to snicker with me. We all know what's coming.
"'S okay, Peter. I'll pray for you," I drawl out innocently with my hands weaved together, looking at my older brother who stands across the room beside the two doctors fussing over a robot that seems much more interested in Peter and I's conversation than whatever my grandfathers are doing.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Peter turns his head to look at me and I let my lips curl up into a naughty grin.
...Which is exactly why he suddenly bolts towards me with the clear intent of revenge, making me whirl around and race up the stairs out of Grandpa Light's lab with a wild laugh.
Revenge is sweet!
(Hours Later)
...Damn it, it's already three AM and I'm not done with my Phylbot's programming or internal system for re-energizing with 'E' tanks... I literally have two hours until either of my grandfathers come down here to start working on their other projects...!
I pull my hands back from the mechanical innards of a small robot about the same size as Rock, only with a feminine face I'd spent far too much time creating synthetic skin for, but still designed to look like a child as well. She had long, beautiful blonde hair that went down just a little past her shoulders, her body covered in a pretty red dress that used to be mine when I was a younger. At the moment though, said red dress is pulled up just to the area underneath her chest where I can see into her opened abdomen. She isn't completely naked below though, as I'd slipped some black boy shorts on her hips just to give the robot some dignity while I work on her.
Currently, I'm programming her 'stomach' where the 'E' tanks (Energy Tanks = Robot Fuel) will collect fuel and serve to energize my Phylbot when she is energy deficient.
My fingers tremble just a bit when I start to screw shut the 'stomach' of my Phylbot from the inside, blinking with heavy eyelids as I fight against my need for sleep. My body is slightly sweaty from the air conditioning being off in the lab, and the only thing that stops me from turning it on is the noise it would make around the house- which will no doubt wake up my grandfathers and brothers. Eh, whatever. I'm too focused to really notice anything, like how badly I want to crash into a pile of pillows.
...Like grandfathers, like granddaughter?
I have to pull back again to rub my eyes with my forearm, as my hands are- like Wily had put it before- covered in grime and chemicals. Dirty.
I grimace at the memory of Grandpa Wily's earlier sexist words.
Building robots is a man's job, Sweetheart.
He knows I hate it when he calls me "sweetheart"...
My eyes trail down to the serene expression of my cute Phylbot, who looks almost asleep rather than 'offline'.
"What do you think? Do you agree with Gramps? You think girls can't build robots or get dirty?" I ask humorously. Obviously, she does not reply, so I let out a dry chuckle that reflects how funny I find the situation. "I'll show him... 'Girls can't build robots' my foot. I'd just loove to know how many men he can point out to have made their first robot at fourteen years old. The look on his face when I'm done with you will be all the shit I need to die happy."
I pause and smirk at my robot, right before humming brightly and shifting to straddle the bot so I can get a better view of her innards. I put the Flathead screwdriver in place and start to turn it, but my hand begins to shake and I slip the tool off of the screw a third time that night. I let out a loud groan of irritation and slap my right arm. "ARGH! Stop twitching!"
Just breathe! Calm down... No need to yell at your limbs like a weirdo, just be glad no one has walked in on you yelling at yourself and get back to work so-
"Wow, you did this all by yourself?"
I release a squeak anybody would have been embarrassed to make, my head snapping around to see a familiar brown haired Lightbot admiring my Phylbot in clear awe as he skirts around to get a better view despite how I straddle my robot's legs. My eyes never shift from him as he moves, and I can already feel the shock of his presence wearing off enough to speak up.
"Wh-what are you doing here?!" I demand in a hushed, panicky voice. "I thought you were offline!"
Rock gives a small laugh and smiles sheepishly in my direction, clearly already getting a grasp on displaying facial emotions and humanistic actions when he scratches the back of his head with an awkward smile. I just glare a little and close my gaping mouth to wait for his answer.
"Oh, sorry. I've been awake the whole time, I just didn't say anything since you were so focused on your robot. You know, distractions and all that..." He says, causing me to scoff sourly until I look back at my Phylbot's innards and pause when something becomes glaringly apparent to me.
I've been talking to my Phylbot the entire night. A robot who can neither hear me, nor reply yet.
"I know what you're thinking," Rock suddenly begins with a sly grin, his attention now completely resting on me as my cheeks slowly begin heating up to an unbearable temperature. No, please, no...! DAMN! Argh! Who's idea was it to leave this cocky, blue robot on?!
I manage to slap on a small glare of defiance as I lift my gaze back up to him, trying to ignore the way he simpers more at my red cheeks.
"Oh, do you?" I challenge the brown haired bot.
"Yes. I do. You're embarrassed I heard you talking to yourself the whooole night," the Lightbot claims, to which I scoff at and retort fruitlessly with, "Uh, no..."
I turn my head to face away from the robot and glare at nothing with a sour grimace, crossing my arms and sitting back on my Phylbot's legs defiantly... Like, sheesh, Rock is already acting like he can be- Well, human!
After a few seconds of silence, I turn my head to see if he's still smugly grinning at me.
He is, that evil little Lightbot.
"Whatever," I huff, facing him again after my blush diminishes enough. "Just don't tell Doctor Wily or Doctor Light about what I'm doing- they'd probably kill me for doing a 'mans' job." I make air quotations at the "man" part, returning my focus back on my Phylbot before I realize what I've just said to a robot who has only been integrated into the world for a few hours at most.
"Wha- Kill you?!" Rock ask, an expression of pure mortification falling over his once-smug face.
I almost face palm at my immense stupidity. Oh, right, he doesn't know most expressions yet, only literal things- Gah, it's not my fault that he seems like a normal human being and not a fresh robot!
"N-no! Figure of speech! Sometimes when people say 'kill', it could just be in the context of 'light trouble' with a bit of dramatization. My grandfathers aren't actually going to murder me- don't worry. Y-you can relax now," I blurt out a mile a minute, eventually quelling the astonished look from Rock's face.
"Figure of speech, huh... Sounds impractical for non-native speakers," Rock says with a raised brow.
"Yeah, well-" I cut myself off upon spotting the clock near the lab entrance. "Ugh! Rock, you were right. You're distracting me, go back to your recharging-sleepy pod, or whatever that thingy is called where you go offline and stuff. I need to finish working on Roll-"
"Wait, her name is Roll?" Rock asks in surprise, putting a hand on my shoulder so I can't turn away from him or ignore the grin that begins to pull up at the corners of his synthetic lips.
Okay, so he doesn't get expressions, but he gets musical references? Honestly, her name just rolled off of my tongue automatically without going through my thinking process first- as I only say it after thinking about how Pate had named Rock himself.
Oh, whatever. I'll just, roll with it.
Hhhhehehe... Punny.
"Yes, yes, smarty pants- Like Rock 'n' roll. Us Wily and Light grandchildren love that kind of music... Don't look at me like that, Pate named you. I'm merely continuing my family's recent trend of similar beginning names, which started from my father," I explain, leaning in and turning the screwdriver a bit until I realize I'm actually unscrewing it on accident rather than tightening the knot. I leer at my work but quickly get back to screwing it in the right way.
Man, I really need to get myself some Z's...
"Peter, Pate and Phyllis? But doesn't Phyllis begin with 'F'?" the Lightbot asks curiously, making me shake my head at his query and crack a smile. At least he's learning.
"No, it starts with a 'Ph'. That's why it sounds like an 'F'," I correct the robot, who nods out of the corner of my eye.
Rock steps up closer beside me while I struggle with the screwdriver, watching with interest until he finally speaks up again. "Would you like any help?"
I glance back at Rock in mild surprise. Well, he was made to be a lab assistant... "Oh. Sure."
I look around a bit before grinning and pointing towards the staircase.
"The exit's that way," I say sweetly to Rock.
...
"My processor has confirmed that you are a dork," Rock replies after a moment- a moment in which I'm sure he was questioning whether I meant those words seriously or not.
He's already learning- an awesome confirmation that this robot is, in fact, adaptable to understanding new concepts.
I snicker and hand him my screwdriver, watching the proud smile that crosses his face when he realizes he's guessed correctly that I was joking. "Can you finish screwing her stomach tank in and then seal her up? She's about ready to be put online now, I just need to go find her an 'E' tank for her."
Rock gives me a big smile and nods, jumping in my place when I walk off to find an 'E' tank for Roll.
Light labs is actually pretty big basement, but it's perfect for what Doctor Light and Doctor Wily do. We have as much room as necessary to do the things we need to do, and it's much better than the basement at my home- which had been converted to my dad's mancave and office for his work. It's always dirty in his office, and nearly impossible to clean up to anything remotely acceptable in today's society. Not even Mom can clean it up- and that's saying something!
Not to say Light labs is cleaner than that, no. Light labs is far from clean. It only looks better because it's big and has all this fancy equipment everywhere.
Unfortunately, that only makes it twice as hard to find an spare 'E' tank with all the junk Grandpa Light has scattered everywhere. Hopefully Rock's and Roll's presence here will help with the disaster that was an overworking Doctor Light on 3% battery and 97% caffeine.
After slipping behind a shelf and digging through a couple of boxes, I finally find around four boxes chock full of 'E' tanks. I pump my fist in the air and slip back out to return to Rock and Roll with two tanks.
"I found one! Man, it's really cluttered back the-?" I cut myself off when I find both of my grandfathers standing in front of Rock and my Phylbot, a nervous expression of guilt on Rock's face as he glances back at me nervously.
Naturally, I decide to handle things like a responsible adult.
I give Roll's body a look of "shock".
"Whaaaat? When did that get there?" I ask before whirling around to hide behind the shelves again
"Phyllis. Get back here now," Grandpa Light says sternly, clearly taking the authoritarian initiative when it seems that no other convincing will get me to obey.
I wince at his tone, but drag myself back out from behind the shelves with a less-than-excited look on my face. I resist wincing at the glares they both give me- why do they have to make such a big deal out of this?
"Doctor Light-!" Rock begins, looking from me to the robotics geniuses and back like he wants to intervene and defend me.
I really hope he still doesn't think they're going to literally kill me. I don't want to have to explain that scenario to my grandfathers...
"Settle down, Rock. We're just going to have a talk with Phyl," Grandpa Wily interrupts the Lightbot, who in turn only relaxes a smidgen before crossing his arms with a silent grimace. To be honest, it's kind of a cute display for such a young looking robot (with, of course, a better and slowly aging mind), but I don't let his attempt at chivalry distract me from my situation.
"Phyllis... Did you make this robot?" Grandpa Light asks first, gesturing a hand towards the blonde haired Phylbot that lay on the table just behind Rock and I. I eye Grandpa Light carefully, but he wears a perfect poker face- making it impossible to gauge his feelings regarding my robotic creation.
"Yes..." I answer solemnly, playing with the cap of the 'E' tank I'd managed to find.
"By using Rock's blueprints, I presume?"
At that point, I refuse to look anyone in the eye. I take a moment longer before answering again, having to literally force my eyes from getting moist at the corners and lower lid. "...Yes..."
"Which means you handled dangerous chemicals by yourself... Right?"
"Obviously," I can't help but sass Grandpa Light due to his entourage of questions- the genius could have pieced everything together in his mind by himself! Seriously, who ELSE could have built Roll? Aliens?
Grandpa Wily doesn't seem to find my sass as entertaining as Grandpa Light does, who finally cracks a chuckle despite Grandpa Wily narrowing his eyes on me and saying, "Watch your mouth, young lady."
Either way, I make sure to look as remorseless as possible due to the fact that both doctors seem to be sexist. I was hoping to have at least Grandpa Light on my side, but clearly that's just a fantasy...
"Hmph," I simply huff at them, crossing my arms like Rock and turning my head away again. I want to flip the table over again- though this time I don't because Roll is currently occupying it. Like I'd do that to my precious robot!
What irks me the most is the way Grandpa Light finds my current actions even funnier, his boisterous laughter filling my ears and leaving me to shoot him the dirtiest glare I can muster up. My eyes could have set the devil on fire at that moment.
"Ug... Teenagers," Grandpa Wily mutters, even releasing a chuckle of his own.
My fuse has died out at completely at Grandpa Wily's laughter and now I'm more confused than anything else. I turn to get some input on this from Rock, as he's the only one that I'm completely sure is on my side of things... However, his blue eyes and twisted expression of befuddlement are the only hints that tell me he knows about as much as I did on what's happening in the heads of the two doctors.
"You're a good kid, Phyllis," Grandpa Wily says after a minute, grinning at me. "Don't let anyone try to push you around if you don't want them to. Got it?"
I almost do a double take.
Wait, when did this go from a scolding to a life lesson?! I think to myself with a baffled expression I don't dare hide for the sole reason of getting my question across to them.
I raise a finger and open my mouth- only to promptly snap my jaw shut and roll my eyes with a sigh of resignation and mild vexation.
"Well, it's better than how Mom tries to teach me life lessons, so I guess I can't complain," I admit with a casual shrug.
"You know your grandpas' know best though, don't you?" Grandpa Light says kindly, glancing between between Rock and I. At Grandpa Light's proud gaze, Rock puffs up slightly and shoots me a grin, like he's happy everything's turned out okay.
There's a sudden light that appears in Grandpa Light's eyes that early morning, one that I swear is the root of our surname, "Light". Well, Peter, Pate and I have hyphenated surnames of "Wily-Light", but still.
"What is it?" I ask curiously, cocking my head slightly to the side in question at Grandpa Light's look.
"We're just proud of you, Phyllis," Grandpa Wily comments, fixing the baby-pink ribbon head band at the top of my head so the bow is plumped up again.
"You know how your brothers are- they aren't really interested in robotics like us. They'd rather play their video games and things like that. We almost thought that we wouldn't have anyone to pass our Wily-Light legacy down to after your parents showed no interest!" Grandpa Light admits, scratching the back of his head in what looks to be embarrassment. "But look at you! Your first robot and you're only fourteen years old!"
Grandpa Light startles me with a big bear hug, eliciting laughter from both the recently awakened Lightbot and Grandpa Wily. I laugh along with them as I catch my breath from Grandpa Light's crushing bear hug, unable to return the hug since my arms are pinned to my sides by his arms.
Well, looks like I just figured out the reason why our grandfathers' seem to like me the most out of us Wily-Light grandchildren! I mean, really, besides the sexism I received earlier after finally revealing my dream to create robots like my grandfathers, (which was not genuine, apparently) they really don't treat me bad or anything at all. Not to say my grandfathers' treat Peter and Pate bad or anything... I'm just saying that I get more attention.
Honestly... And here I thought I'd hidden my interest in robotics pretty damn well!
"Well," Grandpa Light sets me down so we can all surround my Phylbot, making me bounce on my heels in delight. "Let's see how you've done before we put your robot online."
I feel somebody jab my ribs lightly beside me while the doctors immediately shift to fuss over Roll, causing me to flinch from the tickle and turn to see Rock giving me a thumbs up that I smile brightly at.
"By the way, nice save earlier. Pretending you didn't have anything to do with Roll and all," Rock teases with a mocking look of no-nonsense over his face as he nodded in "approval".
"I was caught off guard! And seriously, it's like nearly six AM, my brain is on low battery. You can't hold me accountable for trying. What would you have said anyways?" I challenge the Light number, causing Rock to touch his chin and look up thoughtfully.
...
"Wasn't me?" Rock offers lamely, making me snort and look towards my grandfathers and Roll.
"Oh yeah, 'cause that's so much better than what I said," I retort, hearing the robot laugh just as my grandfathers glance back at me with stunned expressions plastered over their features. The victorious look on my face is wiped off immediately when I notice their blank stares of disbelief. Did I screw up? Is it worse than I anticipated?! "What?"
"She didn't miss a single detail of the blueprints, Thomas," Grandpa Wily says to his colleague as they gape at me, sending my eyes down to my feet when a warm sensation begins to crawl up my neck and to my ears. So it's the complete opposite of what I thought my results would be... They aren't pulling my leg, are they?
They're embarrassing me, it can't be that amazing... Besides, all I did was follow Rock's blueprints- I didn't develop the idea or anything like Grandpa Light and Grandpa Wily did.
"Time to wake her up then. Why don't you do the honors, Doctor Phyllis?" Grandpa Wily jokes once the two real doctors shake their stupification off, grabbing my free arm and pulling me up beside Roll. On the way I mindlessly latch onto Rock as well, causing him to be yanked along with a small yelp of surprise until we stop by Roll's body.
I nearly squeal in in glee and excitement, but manage to keep my cool while I get ready for the moment of my first robot's awakening. I glance down at the two 'E' tanks in my hands, only to stare and then raise a brow in confusion. Wait, why do I have two...?
...Oh!
"Oh, this one's for you, Rock. I thought you might need one handy since the rest of the 'E' tanks are shoved behind the shelves right now," I say, looking at Rock and handing one blue flask to him.
"Thanks," he says with a bright smile, taking one from me while I move to pour 'E' into the lips of my Phylbot much like Grandpa Light had done in Rock's case only hours before.
Within seconds after the liquid has passed through her lips, her eyelids abruptly snap open as if she's surprised. Blue eyes much similar to Rock's irises meet mine and start to study me with clear interest.
I guess I end up staring back at her for a while too, but to be honest, who wouldn't stare at a successful creation of their own?
Roll blinks at me silently before her eyes shift to roam around the room, causing Grandpa Light to nudge me with an arm and clear his voice to bring my head out of the clouds.
Roll's attention fell on Doctor Light at this, but he's looking down at me with an encouraging smile.
"Go on, Phyl," he says to me, oblivious to the rapid increase of my heart rate as I return my gaze to Roll.
I take a moment to swallow down my anxiety and let out a breath of air before offering my "online" Phylbot a smile. She looks at me once more and blinks curiously again, awaiting for what would happen next.
"Hi, Roll! Good to see you awake. My name's Phyllis- I made you," I say as cheerily as possible despite the wringing knot of excitement in my chest that has me both nervous and extremely happy.
I'm happy Roll was online, that my creation's moving her head and taking an interest in her environment- but I'm also nervous that maybe she won't like her own creator because I'm kind of "King of the Weirdos"...
There's a small moment of silence until I find another topic to delve into, grabbing Rock's arm and raising it so he's noticed by Roll as well. "This is your brother, Rock! He woke up a little earlier- He's like you."
Roll glances over at Rock, who offers the blonde haired robot a bright grin after I release his arm once more.
When she smiles but stays evidently silent throughout our introductions, my heart begins to hasten more- and not in a good way this time.
Oh no, please tell me I didn't mess up on the language again... If Roll starts speaking Taiwanese, I'm so out of here!
"Roll?" Grandpa Wily suddenly asks in the middle of the silence, as if just noticing her name. I offer him a cheeky grin, causing the robotics genius to snicker at me.
At Grandpa Wily's laugh, Roll giggles as well, shifting to sit up rather than continue laying down. Upon using her hands to push herself in a sitting position, she glances down at them and brings them up so she can wiggle her fingers experimentally where she can see them.
"It's cool, right?" Rock asks her, watching the female designed robot begin to swing her legs back and forth before looking up at Rock. "I felt the same way when I was activated too."
"...I'm Roll?" She finally speaks, making my grandfathers and I sigh in unison with relief- until we notice that we were all (minus Rock) waiting for Roll to start speaking in Spanish or some other lesser known language like Icelandic or something. The three of us laugh a bit and I'm pulled into two warm hugs while Rock acquaints himself with his new sister.
"Well done, Phyllis," Grandpa Wily says while Grandpa Light messes up my hair affectionately.
That day, it seemed like things in my life were finally looking up. Like my luck would get better as long as I was with my grandfathers and all the other people I loved.
...Soon though, I would find myself mistaken. It was naive of me to believe peace was anything that could be "everlasting".
*End of Part 1 - Chapter 1: Rock 'n' Roll!*
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