Doctor Albert Wily believed himself to be many things. A genius, an inventor, a robot scientist, and someone with good looks despite how old he was. His lab coat was almost never off him; the mark of a true man of science etched into his normal clothing. Wily prided himself on his ability to create life; to craft machines able to think, to feel.

Of course, he had own flaws but those were never his focus during a failure.

The man considered had once considered his creations to be his minions. They were to follow his commands and work under him to secure a unique harmony. He was the boss and they(his robots) were the underlings. His robots tasked themselves in aiding their creator's all-time achievement. The goal?

Take over the world.

Unfortunately, there were some...Snags.

Long story short, after years of war and constant failure to destroy their heroic opposition; Wily had grown as a person. He began to see his creations as his children; individuals he was responsible for. From day to night, Wily would create upgrades for his robots to ensure their safety in a world full of selfish humans who want nothing more than to destroy his work.

However, as his limbs grew frail and his heart produced issues; Wily knew he had improved too little too late. There was nothing a sickly old man could do with his health disappearing like a morning breeze. His life was fading with each passing day, and now he's confined to a white bed with cuffs on one bony wrist.

A hospital was the only option to remain alive a while longer. Just so he could pass along a message to his old foes and his children alike...

Regrets weighed deeply on his old bones. Old wishes came into light, glinting in the darkness with a burning passion. He wanted to see his idiotic ex-partner for the last time. His former best friend would likely live a few more months or so... Perhaps a year; if Thomas was fortunate. Thomas could still move. Lucky him. Wily knew this was it; the 'lucky' day. He could no longer move his fingers, his own tools to perform genius and science commitments.

Was he scared? Hell yes.

However…

"Where's Bass?" He rasped and nearly cringed at the horrid crack in his voice.

Shadowman, his loyal ally; appeared in the corner of the room. The darkness was welcoming with his personal ninja present. Red eyes peered at him with an impassive uptake on the situation. One eye was soon closed, the other remaining on Wily with careful observance.

"Fighting with Megaman. It appears he doesn't want to come." The dark-colored robot informed him, crossing his arms in disapproval. "Please don't concern yourself about him, Doctor." He pleaded, causing the scientist to scoff in retribution.

"Pah. Brat. Can't come to see his old man before he's off?" Wily huffed, but there was no real venom in it. He would've waved a hand of dismissal if he could. "That's alright with me." The scientist isn't sure he'd visit his own terrible parent either. "I'm going to take a nap." For the last time judging how he can't see anything but colorful blurs.

"Doctor?" Shadowman's voice was strangely quiet.

"Make sure those idiots don't get themselves killed, all right?" The old human wheezed through heavy breaths, dismissing the heightened pace of his heart monitor. "And remember…" Finishing the statement seemed impossible through the heavy breaths trying to grasp oxygen in strained airways.

Wily began to drift off. This feeling of incoming sleep was different. His heart ached painfully as a wheezy laugh escaped him. "Rem...er…" He had enough energy to hate the world, the people, and his inability to stay alive a little longer. Pitch black had overtaken his vision. Did he go completely blind?

"I know, Doctor. I know. I'll be sure to relay the message." Shadowman's voice began to fade out. An invisible cold vice grip refused to let the old man budge. Energy finally vanishing on him; the human released a soft breath before giving in to the overcoming wave of stillness.

Good.

Doctor Albert Wily closed his eyes for the final time, hearing his robot relay the last parting statement.

"Thank you, Doctor, for everything."

If Wily could've have smiled using the willpower of the universe and stardust; he would've. Instead, the scientist was left to silence, the background haunted by the void of nothing. His last thought is that he couldn't be picky. The man deserves eternal darkness for several reasons. Wily wouldn't have it any other way.

A little boy with spiky hair peered down at the sleeping baby of the house. His green eyes resided a protective gleam hazed with wonder and excitement. The new addition of the family rested peacefully, wearing polka dots for infant pajamas. Nighttime had long set in; and so had the child's bedtime. Everyone else was asleep but the one with spikes for combined strands of hair wanted another look at his new sibling.

He sure sleeps a lot. Bert held the crib bars tightly with his own small fingers and onesie. His feet shifted in order not to lose balance off the corner of the structure he had climbed. Can I wake him up? Then he realized that was a bad idea considering how loud an infant can grow when disturbed. Bert watched the slumbering infant for a moment longer before reaching out through the bars. His arms were too short to reach but that didn't deter his emotions from spinning.

I'm not the only kid here! Bert repeated for the umpth time in his mind. It's nice to meet you! He waved to the sleeping baby, emerald hues sparkling. "Hello!" He said in a hurried whisper, doing his best to keep his voice as quiet as possible. "I'm Bert Wily! And your name is Aurick Wily," His voice vibrated with positivity. "I'm your big brother. Starting today; I'll do my best to protect you. Okay? Let's get along." Bert's lips stretched into a grin, friendly and bright with the child innocence which came with it.

Suddenly, the baby cried. The loud wailing hurt Bert's ears and he fell off the crib with an alarmed squeak. He got back up despite the pain in his knees and tears prickling in his own eyes. Bert sniffled, rubbing at his face. Why did Aurick start crying?

Bert wanted to cry too…His legs are still stinging from the abrupt fall.

That was when the adults rushed in, catching wind of the scene and immediately escorting the older child outside. He could still hear his little brother bawling at an unknown reason. As Bert was scolded by the grownups; he pouted. Let's get along… He repeated in his head, pouting as little. Eventually, he was dismissed back in his own room with lightly scraped knees. The red haired child went to his own bed-space, staring at the ceiling with the same sulky disappointment. "Starting with not getting me in trouble…" Bert mumbled in the darkness of his room, complete with a tiny nightlight in his room.

Still, he was excited to interact with his brother some more!