Ok, I don't know why I'm writing that. Perhaps for the ideas I can't really put in my main fic, perhaps just for fun.
Primary disclaimer: I do not own any non-original characters and situations that belong to Capcom or any number of other companies and persons whatsoever. You can sue me but you can't find me. Any original characters belong to me, unless otherwise indicated. You might use them if you ask politely and receive an answer. This goes for this chapter and all subsequent ones. If you are still reading this, you have no life.
Secondary disclaimer: Expect major OoCness, swearing, perhaps some Ocness, spamfic, some crossovers, some references to major fic, character torture, death or resurrection, unreal situations, silliness, tiny chapters and random update intervals. I will not write yaoi, yuri, limes, lemons or anything on such basis, unless the world topples itself or unless specifically indicated with BOLD, UNDERLINED CAPS. You have been warned.
Also, flames will be nuked.
Time: start of MMZ1
Place: underground laboratory
The military reploid and the young human girl dressed in pink were cornered by an army of X-droids. Suddenly, a triple stray shot coming from the arm cannon of one of the pantheons, who usually can't hit an elephant from three meters, hit the soldier and killed him, spraying his blood everywhere, though he was supposed to be a reploid and coolant isn't usually red...
"Milan!", screamed Ciel as she kneeled down desperate, ignoring the sewage water and the weird fact that though, as we learned in MMZ3, this place is far below the ground, the sunshine still reached it.
An annoying small presence that, since that time was good for nothing more than a sentient spotlight, screamed Ciel's name twice, the young scientist's ears obviously blocked due to said red coolant.
At long last, she answered with a "Huh?", hardly a response to define a pedigreed prodigy.
"You should use my power! You have no choice!" Also, I have no choice. How can she cook energy crystals and make them taste so bad. I have no will left to live!
"What? Passy, if I do, you'll be..." And then how will I be able to exercise my awesome cooking skills. According to the script, Zero likes good food.
"Don't worry about me! Remember, everyone is waiting for your safe return!" Yeah, right. They are only afraid of losing their human shield.
"Okay, thank you." Everybody loves me so much...
"No, I should thank you, Ciel. With you I learned what friendship is. I saw you evolving into a strong person, breaking the bonds of Neo-arcadia and trying to correct your faults. It was an honor to exist close to you for so much, even if it is actually the span of a game intro or some crappy spamfic. I want you to know that..."
"Hey, can we get this over with?"
Ciel and Passy turned to the pantheons, who were sitting on the ground, eating popcorn, then regarded the source of the voice. The reploid know as Zero had cracked open one eye and was regarding the duo.
"Hey, don't interrupt my angsty monologues, red boy. My lines were too few in the game to give me a decent personality."
"Well, sorry, but first of all I am now mostly black and second, I have been itchy for the last damn century. I could use a hand here. My hand.
(Cut!)
Yeah, pitiful, but I had to take it out of my system...
