Reploids and Ghosts, Oh my!
Chapter 1: This story is oooold
Past: Hi all. Any who, a friend of mine joked and said for me to write a story about her favorite video game characters, Megaman X and Zero, she would pay me 25 bucks. Now, I'm poor, so it sounded good so right now when it is 3:34 in the morning eastern time (Halloween candy good), I start on one. So, here we go.
Present: Ah, this was the first fan-fiction I ever wrote. This was back when I was fourteen or fifteen. I've wrote some other ones before my Kingdom Hearts Obsession, but this is the only one that has still survive. It is crap, but I love it still. This was written back when the formatting on fan fiction DOT net was good and more freer and oh yah, you could put links. This story is over five years old. If you've seen this story before, welcome back. Things shall change in the story. Do know that though this story is going to be re-vamped some, this is still going to be written from my fourteen year old PoV. So it will be crap. But oh well. It's my crap and I love it
Author Notes (no, that up there wasn't part of the notes, that's personal crap you skip over!) Past: This is done out of mere boredom (and Halloween candy) so should not be taken seriously. Though some parts are serious, it's really a humor fic. That is all.
Author Notes Present: Oh yah, there was much Halloween candy. Loads of it.
Disclaimer: Megaman and all things pertaining to it belong to Capcom and/or other affiliates of that company. Ghostwriter, though the name is public domain own, the character belongs to me. The belief is ghost and other paranormal activity can be or is true.
Prologue
A lone girl woke up. Well, her definition of waking up. She was not really a person that slept.
Anyways, she 'woke up' and looked around. All she could see was that she was in a metal room. 'Weird', she thought, 'we can't leave our spots we posses, can we?' No, for she remembered when Brooks told her he could not go any farther than the city limits. Then how did she end up in metal? She did not close to where metal was like this. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Or something in the rhythm of footsteps.
Metal clanged on metal. 'Weird,' she ponders, 'People don't ware metal shoes.' She peeked around a corner. She spotted several men dressed in very weird armor. She also noticed that the two people that seem to be the leaders (as all the others kept their distance) were, coincidently, the ones that looked like Boba-Fett and an ugly Mr. Clean. How it was a conscience was…just because.
"Halloween's over," she mumbled to herself.
"I don't think it worked, Master." The purple Boba-Fett said hushed-like.
"Vile, of course it worked! This plan is so different, it cannot fail! Never question me! Now, the being is around here somewhere. Just do as your told and put X and Zero in this box," Mr. Clean yells at the Boba-Fett (apparently now named Vile).
The girl felt a little sorry for poor Vile, but also confused. That was weird; she could always sense sprits, with or without a body. But none of these folks. And who the hell names their kids Vile, X, and Zero. Poor kids would have been picked on in school.
Suddenly, the men seemed to disappear in a laser beam of light. They teleported? Oh, now the world made. Those were reploids. 'That explains all this metal', she thought. She smiled and nodded, then she stopped.
"No it doesn't!" She yelled at herself. "What am I doing here? Who were those people? Who are these people named X and Zero? Why am I asking so many questions? No one is even here, for goodness sakes!" She then stopped the yelling, but looked down at the floor, "Wait, I'm talking to my self. I must be going crazy. The again, people are only truly crazy when they believe everyone else is crazy." She nodded, satisfied with her response. Then she frowned, "I'm still talking to myself!"
She just stopped.
"Okay, I'm alone at the moment. But hey! No Brooks around, time to start some writing! But first, a little exploring!" she took out a book, a pencil, and walked through a wall. That's right, a wall.
For you see, this wasn't just some ordinary girl; this was a dead girl. More specifically, a ghost.
She explored the whole place and found nothing (at least, what she considered to be nothing)!
This is crap. Too many obvious reference about people. This is a really bad, crappy story that if I read, I would just have smiled and nodded. But still, it's my crap. Laugh at how bad it is. I even knew then this was crap story when I wrote it all those years ago, so you cannot offend me. Think of it as showing progression. This was how bad I was when I started, now look how decent I am. In five more years, I'll actually be writing good stories!