One Little Met
Summary: Happy Met Day! Here's a short, fluffy piece on a 'character' that's appeared in pretty much all the Rockman series. EXE-verse, games.
Mettaurs
are one of the most common viruses on the net. So that means no one
will miss one or two, right?
Wrong.
Those Mets are sentient
beings of data. If you delete them, they will be missed.
Of
course, Blues.exe neither knew nor cared for Mets. They were
obnoxious little viruses- to him, they were everywhere. And he
couldn't get rid of enough of them.
So when one Mettaur escaped
his sword, he turned on it. The Met quivered, then jumped a few
times, waving its little pickaxe and blinking its big eyes.
Blues
really didn't care about one Mettaur, and it was being stupid and not
attacking him anyways. Nor was it anywhere near his homepage, which
would have been further cause for deletion. So he left it alone.
A
few minutes later, he felt someone was following him, so he turned
around. That same little Met was standing there again. When it saw
him notice it again, it jumped and blinked again happily. Resolving
that it was annoying, if harmless, he lifted his sword to delete
it.
The Met jumped and hid under its helmet. He sighed. It just
wasn't actually worth it. It was just a Met, after all.
He
continued walking, checking to see if the Met was following him every
now and again. After a while he became almost accustomed to it. He
kept on through the Ura Net, working his way towards his goal.
He
heard a startled yip of "Met!" behind him and the clanking
of it hiding under its helmet. He turned, puzzled. He hadn't even
threatened it this time.
Because of when he turned, Blues was able
to just narrowly avoid a Kilby virus' bamboo rod hitting him. He
dodged quickly and deleted it with a stroke, then heard a defiant
"Met!" behind him. Blues whirled to face a Garau virus. It
bared its teeth and warmed up a Heat Side. There was no time to
dodge. He braced himself for a hit that never came.
"Met!"
A
shockwave struck the Garau, unbalancing it. It turned, confused, then
jumped at the small yellow virus, which squealed and ducked under its
hat. The wolf-like virus was deleted before it could get very far
though, by the same sword that had felled the Kilby.
A large eye
seemed to lift the helmet, and then the Met stood and bounced
happily. Blues looked at it. It had, while not saving his life, saved
him a great deal of damage. He considered something.
When he
reached his homepage after the mission was complete, he reported in
to his operator.
"Mission complete, Enzan-sama."
Good
work, Blues. Hold on...I'm detecting a virus behind you!
"Oh,
that?" the silver-haired Navi glanced behind him and smiled. "It
followed me home. Can I keep it?"
FIN
R+R, Please. Thank you.
