General A/N: This file is just going to be random snippets I've written. Pretty much nothing will be finished, so don't even get your hopes up. I just pretty much got tired of seeing this snippets file on my computer and not being able to show anyone. Just about anything can happen in these snips. There may be violence, swearing, or hints of yaoi. Most will probably be AUs (alternate universes) such as this first one. Feel free to e-mail me if you want to know more about any snippet. Also, I'm trying to get back into the full groove of writing again (I seriously have written nothing since I finished Electrical Communication), so if you have a decent Rockman idea (NO Rockman X crap), comment or e-mail me with it, and I might attempt snipping it. You'll have to be more specific than "OMG wr1te something bout Kwik and Shado!!1" though. Give me a situation, characters involved, what's going on, and possibly what's happened previously. What's going to happen next? Yadda yadda. I don't promise I'll do every idea sent my way, but I'll definitely consider the good ones. No smut though. I cannot write smut - why else would I have so obviously chickened out of the Forte/Rock scene in EC? Light romance, I can do. Oh, and if you want boy interaction, TELL me if you like yaoi or not. I don't want to write a scene with Elec and Metal being all gushy and have you barf in my lap because you didn't want 'em like that!

Story-Related A/N: You can tell around the end where I just stopped caring about details and just wanted to get it out of my frigging head. Oh, thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain... (kudos if you can figure out where I ripped that from)

The damp cloth was moved carefully over metal of varying shades of blue, washing away dust which had gathered and was beginning to layer upon the stationary form. Cords which snaked out of the form's back were carefully cleaned and checked for charring and corrosion but were not removed -- removal would kill the occupant of the metal chair who was connected by the cables to a computer nearby. The cloth was removed from its back and ghosted over his chest and stomach, the touch quick but thorough. It smoothed over pale, artificial skin and the mass of circuitry and cables which formed a headset, hiding eyes which had not seen the outside world in a year.

[It's raining, Doc.]

Dr. Wily nodded, having heard the faint tinging of rainfall against the metal walls of the fortress earlier. Thunder was just barely audible through the thick walls as it rumbled through the heavens, and no lightning could be seen from the room which had no windows. The scientist continued cleaning the mechanical body before him, washing away dust from armored thighs and large boots. It was a weekly chore -- the body did not collect enough dust to warrant daily cleaning. It was tedious, but it gave him something to do other than mentally kick himself and wonder for hours why this had happened.

"Have you finished your scan of the fortress' systems yet?" Dr. Wily asked the air and glanced briefly at the nearby computer as he awaited a reply.

White words scrawled across the black screen in answer, the previous statement erased. [Yeah. A cannon on Level C is giving me error messages, but you can fix it later. I'm also keeping an eye on Level F - Block 25's spike pit -- one of the platforms is waving around a little. Want me to run a maintenance check on it?]

"Yes," the scientist replied distractedly as he carefully maneuvered the cloth underneath tight bands secured over the robot's wrists. "It probably just needs recalibrating, and you can handle that." The same was done for the restraints on the robot's ankles.

[Alright,] the computer answered and made a quiet ding of acknowledgement.

Dr. Wily glanced at the computer then back at the robot before him, sighing quietly. After a year, he had nearly forgotten what it was like to actually hear its voice, nearly forgotten what its voice sounded like. There was no sense dwelling upon the past, but he often thought about how things would have progressed had he finally won the wars -- had he and his robots finally been able to defeat Dr. Light and Rock and reign over the humans.

Well, for one, this certainly would not have happened. He would not be alone in his fortress with a single, basically comatose robot permanently connected to one of his computers. If he had won the wars, he would have all of his robots with him, all of his Robot Masters milling about the fortress or celebrating their hard-earned vicotry. They would be walking in and out of the control room, reporting malfunctions they had discovered in the defensive system or complaining about the food replicators acting as if they, as Quick had so eloquently put it, "had been shot at and missed and shit at and hit".

However, that was not the case. Dozens of his robots were dead, the rest missing for the past year. He knew not exactly where most of them were, but he knew they could only be in one of three situations: dead, captured, or somehow managing to avoid detection by the other humans. As much as he hated to admit it, he was sure most of them were dead.

He sighed again and resumed cleaning the body before him. This robot's situation was entirely his fault -- the robot whose mind was trapped outside of its body. He was still not quite sure how it had happened, none of it. He knew not how it happened, only that it had.

After Dr. Wily's last defeat at the hands of Rock, the human government decided to take matters into their own hands -- after seven years of nearly non-stop battle, Rock and Dr. Light had still not succeeded in finally defeating the mad scientist, and the humans grew tired of waiting. Government organizations around the world secretly congregated to agree upon what would be done, plotting the seizure of and experimentation upon Dr. Wily's creations. With the crumbling of the final Skull Fortress, they made their move.

As the citadel collapsed and burned around the Robot Masters, tanks and high-powered artillery fired from heavily armored human soldiers rained their ammunition down upon the fleeing Robot Masters. Bombs were thrown from seemingly empty crevices, and fire raged around the surprised and angry androids. Dr. Wily silently commended them for fighting back as well as they did -- many died fighting in that attack, refusing to allow themselves to be captured by the humans, inferior creatures.

From his vantage point inside his saucer high in the clouds, he saw Metal counter bullets with his serrated blades, throwing them in every direction and leaping upon humans unfortunate enough to venture too close. He managed to sever the heads of three soldiers before a tank's aim proved true when it centered its sights on his chest. Aided by Hard, Guts was able to tear the treds straight from one tank's wheels, and Punk cut the turret away to use it as a club against two soldiers before all three androids met their defeat by rockets launched from the clouds. Shade and Tengu were shot from the sky as they attempted to escape into the clouds.

Dozens of other Robot Masters suffered similar fates, but many were captured. Dr. Wily could still remember Gospel's enraged howl as a metallic rope caught one of his paws and sent him to the ground, followed by another around his neck, and the nooses surged electricity through his body, shocking his systems to the point of temporary shut down for self repairs. Elec was detained in a similar fashion as was Slash. Few succeeded in escaping the humans' wrath, and those who did were never seen by their creator again.

Messages were sent around the world that the war was finally over, but despite that, the united governments did not stop at just Dr. Wily's robots. All robots were considered dangerous, treated as weapons which had no use but to kill. Dr. Light's lab was attacked next, and Rock was the only survivor, following the Robot Masters into hiding as he was hunted by the humans. Dr. Wily knew not what happened to Blues, but he suspected he was either dead or captured as well. Dr. Wily himself was able to retreat to one of his older fortresses and hide in it until now.

He shook his head to tear himself from the memories. That was in the past -- all which mattered now was surviving and making sure the humans did not find them. He finished cleaning the android body and stood, glancing over it quietly. It was the one robot he had been in contact with since the massacre, and now it was trapped outside its body by an accident in an experiment.

In an attempt to hack into one government facility's surveillance system and determine where some of the surviving Robot Masters were being kept, Dr. Wily had put together a headset which sent the android's mind into the computer system. Since robots and computers were not so different from each other, the experiment went smoothly at first, enabling the android's mind to slide easily through the fortress' network. However, when it ventured outside and made its way into the government facility's systems, something went wrong -- something which still baffled Dr. Wily a year later.

Cables sparked, and the monitor flickered, and the android jerked in its bonds where it was connected to the computer. It let out a shriek of agony before it fell still, breathing slowing as the computer's monitor attempted to switch back on. From then on, the robot's mind had been trapped in the network, enabling it to dart back and forth between facilities' surveillance systems and the fortress' defense networks. It was the ultimate spying tool, but it had come with a price -- the body could not be unhooked from the console. If it was, it would die without a mind, and Dr. Wily was not sure what would happen to the mind itself.

All this trouble just because we wanted to find everyone, he mentally sighed, folding the cloth which had long lost its moisture. He looked up when the screen came to life again and the android's mind "spoke" to him.

[I fixed it, Doc. You were right; it just needed a little recalibrating in its balance systems. Is there anything else you want me to do?]

Dr. Wily shook his head as he answered, "No, that should do for now. I'll fix that malfunctioning cannon tomorrow -- I want to get some sleep. You know the drill -- set off the alarms if anything suspicious happens."

[Alright. Good night, Doc.]

"Good night, Rock."

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