This is the first fanfiction that I write in English so it's short, I do it because the French community of this licence is very small and I wanted to try to write something not in my native language.

This is a one-shot about Dust Man and how he feel (can we really talks about feelings in this short storie ?) about his work (he works in recycling centre or something like that for the ones who don't know).

I can't find someone with a good level in English to check this fanfiction for the moment, so please if sentences means nothing or contain mistakes tell me. Thank you in advance.

I hope you'll enjoy your reading!

Disclaimer: Mega Man belongs to Capcom.


No days pass without I accomplish my task. I'm convicted to an eternal insomnia by the wires which connect in my back when I'm unloaded. I don't know any feelings, I only do what I was made for. Every seconds which passes, I count them conscientiously, no one does escape me, like the ones that they throw into my kingdom. I reign on infernal machines, pile of metal and plastic, pond of fire and dying people. The ones who arrive alive here only function for a few days. I'm privileged, when I'm unload, they charge me, when I'm damaged, they repair me and I'm saved from all forms of regrets, fear, mercy… Everyone pass at my home, I saw criminals who were frightening the whole world crushed by my beasts, I saw the most faithful and humble die slowly. I saw the most brave come to my feet to beg me. But it's where come from the great clemency of the one who created me, I am the guardian of this place and here everyone suffer from the same fate.

One day, my creator came to me, he had a pale face, weary eyes and unshaved beard, he told me with a fluttering voice that I was going to fight, and probably be destroyed, then he left without giving me more attention. I think this new made my task of manager obsolete. My work isn't my priority anymore, and I'm sure of something now, and I think that I'm waiting impatiently for it : I'm going to be wipe out in the fighting.