Hello! Thank you for starting to read this. This is my first time trying to write a Mega Man fanfiction, and I'm a bit nervous, but hopefully you guys will like it.
Also, sorry for it starting off slow. _ There will probably several 'slow' parts, just as a warning.
Mega Man, and all the affiliates, do not belong to me. I am not profiting from this fan-work.


A young robot sighed as he leaned against the couch, sliding his helmet off his head and setting it next to him. He yawned as he set his right arm on his lap, using his other hand to reach into the couch. Within moments he had found the remote and removed it, changing the channel to the news.
"It's not fair..." He grumbled, placing his left hand on his right arm. "Going off by themselves..." He sniffed, before imitating, "'Don't worry Rock, we'll be fine. Stay home and relax.' Hmph...Sure they say that now..." He glanced to the news report, sliding to lay on the couch, nudging his helmet with his foot. He couldn't help but be a bit worried, even with his normal optimistic vision of life. However...
"The evil doctor Wily has not been seen since his most recent defeat. If you see him, or any sign of his robotic creations, call the police and inform them." The TV droned.
Rock rolled his eyes, glancing at his right arm. When that had just happened, he couldn't help but be a bit nervous.
He tapped the glowing buttons on his arm, a small panel opening up. He reached in, slowly picking out small cartridges. He looked them over, before replacing them. He didn't have the energy to deal with them right now.
"They could have at least left Rush with me..." The robot pouted, "Then I wouldn't be alone." Not that being alone bothered him. After all, he usually wasn't truly alone.
But Roll and the Dr. weren't there, they had taken Rush, and he didn't have the slightest idea where...
"...He probably won't come to see me either." The child robot continued pouting, lifting his helmet with his foot. He kicked it gently, before catching it and kicking it again. He continued bouncing the helmet like that, as he glanced to the television again.
"-cloudy with a 70% chance of rain. For the rest of the week there are forecasted clouded skies, and a chance for rain."
The robot grumbled again. "Rain? Rain means I can't play when Roll gets home." Yet another pout, as he kicked his helmet once more, before catching it in his hands. He sighed, sliding off the couch and getting to his feet. Holding the headgear in his arms, he turned off the television and walked to his room.
"Hello." He said, as he tossed the helmet onto the bed, walking over to a desk. He pulled out the chair and sat, pushing the buttons on his arm as he opened a box. He removed the cartridges from his arm, placing them gently in the box, and closing the lid.
"You still look bothered." A small voice spoke.
Rock shrugged, not surprised at all. "I'm fine."
"Something's up. I can tell."
"I'm just tired and bored."
"You know what humans do when they feel that way?"
Rock shrugged, closing up his arm. "Hmm?"
"They sleep." The voice seemed to be slightly mocking him. "But you wouldn't, would you?"
"There's no point." He glanced to the side, avoiding glancing at where the voice was coming from. He wished that he had a window to let the sun in.
"If you're not going to do that, you should at least go recharge."
"But it's going to rain soon." While the robot was able to go into water environments, he did not like rain. It was far too sad for him. That and he didn't prefer getting cold.
"Is it raining now?"
"...No..."
"Then go and get some sun. We can talk later." The voice showed some sort of care for the robot, a slight sort of knowing.
Rock sighed, standing up and pushing in his chair. "Fine..." He moved to the door, glancing back into his room. "But you better be willing to talk later!"
"Of course, Rock."
"Thank you." Rock smiled, before running out of the room, to the door. "Time to get some sun." He laughed, grabbing his soccer ball.