Replaced
A figure stood upon the branch of a tree on a hill overlooking a single building, his face expressionless. The sun stared at him, but the dark visor imbedded in his helmet protected his eyes. The wind roared, but the figured clad in red and white armor stood motionless. That is, except, for the yellow scart that whipped in the wind. The wind was becoming a neusance to him, always blowing his scarf around this time of year. But his mind was far from thinking about the wind right now.
All his thoughts were focused on the building below him. It was a lab, belonging to one of his creators- the sane one. The same lab that had once been his home. He was the first of his kind- a humanoid robot. The robot partially despised that fact, especially the name he was given. Protoman.
A fitting name for my fate, the robot thought. Protoman. A Prototype. The first, meant to be improved and replaced. Inferior.
The robot thought about the past and the fame that bombarded his two creators- Dr. Thomas Light and Dr. Albert Wily. They treated him well, and he knew that he was held in higher esteem than the other robots in the lab. But he was still a robot, and he still had to do work. He remembered that night. He was doing maintence on a new teleporter Dr. Light and Dr. Wily had created. But it malfunctioned and Protoman was at the center of the blast. When he had regained consousness, he was nowhere near the lab.
A lot happened when I was gone, Protoman thought. Wily went crazy and started terrorizing the world. Three years I searched for a way home...And when I finally did...the closest thing I had to a father replaced me.
The robots eyes moved from the lab to the field infront of it. A blue robot, the same structure as Protoman, lay on his back, a red, robotic dog pinning him the ground.
You...you fucking ruined my life. I thought Dr. Light cared for me...I spend three years trying to get back to him. And I came back to you. He didn't care for me. I was just his prototype afterall...Look at you...You're a pathetic excuse for my superior.
"You're the reason I'm not welcome in my own damn home!" he found himself shout out loud.
You're what Dr. Light lied to me about. I finally found Dr. Light's true motive. He used me to get famous and rich and then discarded me for a newer model.
The white and red clad robot stared at his blue brother, playing in the grass. Protoman's body became surrounded in an aura of red light. As the light thined, he began to whistle five notes- the same five notees he always whistled to signify his approach. Protoman reappeared, only a few feet from his brother.
"Protoman!" the blue robot said excitedly, happy to see his brother.
"Now the question is," Protoman said aloud. "Did he make you weaker than me, so maybe you wouldn't have the same attitude I have, or did he make you stronger than me, so that he would never have to think about me and could forget I existed?"
"What are you talking about?" his brother asked, his face showing innocent confusion.
Protoman raised his buster. "Let's see if you are worthy of being my replacement, he said, his voice flat and expressionless. His mouth turned into the half-grin he so commonly wore as a plasma shot escaped his arm cannon.