Almighty Number Eleven

(by Sailor Taichichi Vegeta)

This takes place in a (cracky) universe where games based on each of Wily's attacks come out after the debris is cleaned up, and now some of the same brave souls are creating Mighty No. 9. It's actually part of a bigger (crack) story I'm working on, and hopefully one day soon I'll type/revise enough to start posting already.

…tonight we're gonna be done! I voted for type-H Call! Okay, shutting up!

Disclaimer: Technically, nothing here is mine... but I did donate. :D (Let's hope they give us plenty of merch. WHERE IS MY CRASH MAN DOLLY, CAPCOM)

Bomb Man won the match, but Grenade Man was a good sport about it. He always was, really, and no matter the outcome of his fights, enjoyed himself and wanted his brothers to do so too. After congratulations were exchanged, Grenade Man limped away for repairs and Bomb Man chose to get a nice refreshing E-Tank before doing the same.

He was waylaid by Bubble Man as he neared the kitchen. The aquatic robot was hopping as fast as his awkward little flippers would permit, and upon seeing his big brother fell over in his excitement. Bomb Man helped him up and was rewarded with a squeal and a hug that nearly caused him to have a turn on the floor.

"Bombmanbombmancomewithmeyoutotallyhavetoseethis–" he pulled his face from his brother's chest and began to shout up at him while tugging on his arm. Dust Man, who was passing by, blinked at the noise but said nothing.

While Bubble Man was a cheerful guy, very few things could get him this excited. He already had a favorite hot spring to visit, and there'd been no newcomers fixed up at the fortress recently, so…

"How much does it cost?"

Bubble Man smiled brightly, glad that his brother had caught on so quickly. "As much or as little as you want! Let me up please?"

Since he asked nicely, Bomb Man allowed the younger to climb onto his back and sprinted to the room marked DWN-011. Inside, the modestly-sized green laptop was open to show its owner had once again been looking for games to buy. This site was different from the others, though.

"Wait a second… This game's still in development…" Bomb Man scrolled down the page a bit. "…and the people working on it are some of the same guys who make our games!"

"Exactly! They've provided us with so many fun hours of beating up on Shadow Man, I think we should give something back. I mean, for less than we've spent during some snack runs, we can be listed as official supporters! And then there's copies of the game, manuals, original art…"

The smile on Bomb Man's face now matched his brother's. "I think I want one of those soundtracks."

"That's the spirit!" Bubble Man gave him a sound pat on the back, which caused the other to emit an "oof" and a few sparks. "…not a flawless victory sparring earlier, I take it?"

"Not really. I was going to have an E-Tank before I went to the lab."

"Well, we've got plenty of money in the account and we've still got some time to donate. Let's go take care of you, and on the way we can tell Plug Man!"

"I'll bet you anything he already knows about it."

The two brothers headed down the hallway arm in arm, yellow and black supporting green and grey as they chatted.

"You said we have lots of money… what if we sprang for that dinner with the creator?"

"I did think about that… but how would he take it if three of us showed up?"

"True, true…"

(Supposedly both of these robots are big spenders, Plug Man is a total geek, and Shadow Man likes trolling them and everybody else in the fortress –why wouldn't they want to help out the guys who let them get a little revenge? Check the Robot Master Field Guide.)