Hello! This is my first time posting a fanfiction online :] I'm happy, it's quite a milestone for me, since I keep a lot of my art private that I should be sharing. I love writing short stories, and I love Rockman, so the two go together for me!

Since it's my first time, I'd like reviews to see where I stand. Say anything you want, really, but I'm not looking so much into things about like, spelling mistakes, but how well my writing flows. This isn't betaed, so grammatical mistakes should not come as a surprise to readers (though I don't think there are any).

I own nothing Rockman related…

"Forte," Dr. Wily called, opening the steering compartment in the skull ship "come with me to get groceries!"

"Can I drive?"

Wily looked at the ebony 'bot in surprise. "What?"

"Can I drive?" Forte repeated.

"You want to drive?"

"I want you to teach me how to drive the skull ship." Forte said, climbing into to driver's side of the ship, grabbing the steering wheel. Face frowning in annoyance, he rolled his eyes, grabbing the handle beneath the seat and bringing the seat a tad farther away from the windshield.

Wily grabbed his shoulder plate, pulling him a little lower to his level on the ground. "You can't drive, you don't have a license."

Forte arched a brow. "And since when did you become concerned with the law?"

"Ehh, you're right." Wily said, letting Forte go. Forte grinned like an insane mechanical child, grasping the wheel once more.

Wily walked around the ship to the passenger side, climbing in. "How much do you know about flying the skull ship?" Wily inquired.

"Enough," Forte said, buckling his seatbelt.

Wily decided to give him a hard one. "If you're driving at 60 miles an hour and you suddenly have to slam the breaks, how many feet does it take to completely stop the ship?"

"One," Forte replied, adjusting the rear view mirror.

Taken aback, Wily yelled, "One?"

"Yeah," Taking a hint from Wily's confused look, Forte explained. "One, doc. You always use just your right foot on the break, never the left." Forte looked down at the controls, leaving the matter alone. "Now, to open the garage…"

"Forte it's not down there, it's—"

"Don't tell me!" Forte ordered. "Ah," he said contently, finding a button that for some reason seemed more significant that the others to him, "this must be it!" Forte reached for it.

"Wait Forte, don't!" Wily panicked.

As Forte's finger made contact with the button, a large flash blinded them both as a laser shot out from the ship, blasting a huge hole in the garage.

Recovering from momentary blindness, Forte squinted as the open wall became apparent before him. "Hey, I did it!" Forte exclaimed, "This is going well." He pressed his foot down on the gas, and was instantly thrown forward as the ship reversed into the wall behind them.

Forte went wide eyed as he realized his mistake, slowly looking over to Wily, hoping the impact killed him. It didn't.

"Eh, heh," Forte smiled awkwardly, "guess I jinxed it."

"F-Forte you piece of shit!" Wily yelled righting himself up onto the seat he fell off of. "Now we need supplies to fix that wall!"

"Well don't worry, I'll take us there!" Forte reassured, giving him a thumbs up.

"Do you know the way to Mike's Hardware from here?" Wily asked, quickly glancing over the damage done to the wall from the impact.

"Yes."

Doubtful, Wily glared.

"Well, maybe…"

A raised eyebrow.

"… No." Forte admitted.

"We'll use the GPS on the windshield," Wily ordered, pointing to the device. He turned on the GPS, and then began to type in the destination. After a moment, a map was displayed on the small screen with directions.

"Drive forward, Bastard." The woman's voice on the GPS announced.

Wily was startled at the profanity. "Who programmed that name into the GPS?" Suspiciously, Wily turned to Forte with the stink eye.

"Yeah right, like I know how to program that thing." Forte said, averting eye contact.

"Drive forward, Bastard." The woman's voice repeated.

"Okay, go… not reversed" Forte paused as he tried to figure out how to change the ship from reverse to, in Forte-speak, "not-reverse".

Fed up with waiting for the few gears in Forte's head to start moving, Wily set the ship for him so it wouldn't go "not not-reverse".

"Can I go forward now?" Forte asked

"Yes you numbskull." Wily said.

"Well alright then!' Forte yelled, slamming his foot on the gas. As the ship lurched forward, Forte and Wily were both pulled back onto their seats. "I'M DRIVING!" Forte screamed gleefully, dodging all of the trees not a moment too soon.

"Forte! Slow the fuck down!" Wily yelled, trying to be heard over the roaring engine.

"No!" The ebony 'bot sassed. "The nice lady on the GPS didn't tell me to!"

"I'm starting to think this wasn't such a great plan." Wily said, tightening his firm grasp on both his arm rests.

Starting? Forte thought. "Well when you die, shouldn't someone be able to fly the skull ship?" Forte asked, dodging another tree.

"I intend to live forever, Forte." Wily pointed out. "So far, so good."

Forte chuckled. "Good is a relative term, I suppose."

Wily sighed, "At least you avoided the mailbox."

"Oh yeah! That reminds me," Forte exclaimed, reaching behind his seat. "I broke the mailbox last week," he said, handing a burnt, dented, tin can to Wily. "But thanks anyways!"

Did you like it? I get really "punny" later on. It's a very humorous little short story. I'll upload the next chapter regardless of how many reviews I get, but I'd still like to here from who's reading this :]

xoxo