With the sinister Dr. Albert Wily now nowhere in sight, the people of Monsteropolis had finally achieved a calm feeling of hope and redemption. Through the heroic acts of one "Blue Bomber", citizens of the torn city were given the ability to live out their lives again in peace and harmony. In this time of redemption, almost all of the once known Robot Masters had given themselves up, and were reprogrammed to a more peaceful state. Only a handful of these robots have escaped the clutches of the police force, and are now hidden around the city. As for the hero of the city itself, Mega Man had retired to go back to his normal roots as his Father's Lab assistant. His brothers and sisters had all moved out of the laboratory, and started to help the community of Monsteropolis rebuild itself... except for one of them... this is his story.
"003, please respond to me..."
Fake Man, Monsteropolis' known "Super Cop", stood before a jail cell. Inside this ill-lit room sat an orange figure, a hand over his eyes, his other hand tapping his knee. Every once in awhile, a small whimper could be heard passing through the robot's frowned mouth. From the large pair of scissors on top of the robots head, you could clearly call out that the figure was none other than Cut Man. With a sigh, rubs his eyes with his covered hand. "What do I need to talk about with YOU?" he asks, leaning a bit downward, as if he was going to fall off the bench he was on. "003, we need your side of the story in order for you to make any claims against-"
"You Pepper Sprayed me you DICK!"
Cut Man barks out loud, removing his hand to reveal his sunken, red eyes. "... I don't even know how that's even supposed to work! I don't even have soft enough eyes for that to hurt me, I'm a robot! Why the hell would-" The police officer taps on the bars of the cell with a police baton, causing the angered prisoner to quiet down with a little whimper. "I know you are in a great deal of pain 003, but please calm yourself." Fake Man says in a soft voice. "He hit me, and it was veryveryveryveryvery painful, in self defense, I simply just bent over, and tried to scratch him with my Cut Blade~!" The man says with a smile, trying to rub the pain out of his eyes. Even though he was pepper sprayed approximately five hours ago, the burning pain still stung him horribly. "You cut his hand in half 003."
"Oh..."
" 008's side of this says that you were out of control from consumption of alcohol-"
"E-Tanks... I aint no sucker..."
"Okay... E-Tanks... you had to many E-Tanks at the local pub last night, and when 008 requested you to, quote, 'Stop making fun of his glorious new hairdo', you agitated him by waving your own hairpiece around him. He said this frightened him, and that in self defense, he hit you with a chair."
"... And then I lightly tapped him with my scissor's edge, and his hand fell apart... you'll take that, right?"
Fake Man cocks his head back, listening to a transmission. "003, someone has come to pay your bail." For the first time that night, Cut Man grins as he jumps up from the bench. "Awesome! Because I'm done listening to false facts from my brother!" He says happily, stretching as he walks to the cell's locked door, ignoring the dried oil on his Cut Blade.
The main lobby for the Police Station was a small room, with a desk taking up most of the space. The room didn't have much decoration, and even with it's one narrow window casting a beautiful sunset orange glare into the room, it wasn't much to look at. A woman in a red dress sat in a chair near the two double doors which lead out into the street. The woman looked irritate, and was tapping her fingers against her lap. When Cut Man entered the room, he smiles at the woman. "Oh sis! I haven't seen ya in a long time, how are-"
"I don't want to talk right now."
She simply says, standing up and walking out the door.
"What did I do?!"
He walks out with her.