Basically, this is a one shot that takes place after my long one shot (that isn't done yet) which evolves around my OC (le gasp!) Quickie Jr., that is a baby version of Quickman. It isn't Quickman, just a babybot that Crashman asked (threatened) Dr. Wily for. It is all for fun, honestly.

And this series will probably only contain one shots, meaning I will put complete on this, even though I may, or may not, update with new stories when I get down to it. They can all be read as stand alones.

All characters belong to Capcom. Except for Quickie Jr. He is my own invention. Do not take him to use for your own purpose without me knowing. Please. I do not make any profit from writing this. It is all for fun.

"Get him down from there!"

Everybody stopped and looked towards Skullman that was frozen in his spot, looking terrified and pointing at the ceiling, his scream still echoing slightly in the large room. Sitting in the chandelier was Quickman Jr., seeming to have a very fun time with himself.

"He'll fall down and scratch his armor! What a terrifying thought!" Skullman exclaimed overly dramatic, putting his head in his hands and sunk down to the floor. Crashman walked up to the distressed robot master with Gyroman following closely, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright, Skully, he just wanted to widen his perspectives," Crashman told him encouragingly. A silver skull mask looked up at the red robot master, brown tracks marring his face from oily tears, looking as if he didn't quite believe him.

"Trust Crashman, and trust me," Gyroman butted in, smiling widely, looking very much as if he really knew what he was doing. "All Quickie wants is to learn how to fly, like me!"

Looking up, Skullman tried to figure out if that was indeed the case. The little babybot laughed, swinging back and forth in the large candle holder. What distressed Skullman the most, beside the safety of the little mini-Quickman, was probably that nobody else beside him seemed to care. Or that everyone thought that this was completely normal.

"I don't know… How do we-"

"Just look," Gyroman interrupted the child loving robot master, then looked up and held out his arms, waving around with them. "Come on, Quickie, jump! Fly!"

Skullman barely registered the words before standing up and shouted up at Quickie, "No! Don't do it!", but it was already too late. Small hands had released its hold, and the small body was falling rapidly towards the ground. And Crashman and Gyroman didn't seem to notice the impending crash.

Staring frightfully, the baby fell closer to the ground and he shouted out loud, screaming terrified that the one thing that had finally made him complete was being crushed to pieces. He saw Quickie connect with the floor—

---and woke with a start up in his bed.

He caught his breath and looked around, seeing the familiar surroundings, the light blue walls and book shelves with his stuffed toys and books. Skullman sighed, and fell back against his bed, his large fluffy pillows covered with a thin layer of oil, and his body tightly wrapped in his pink sheets.

"I'm never eating bananas before bed time again…"