Prologue

The year was 200X, and the world was at peace. The advent of robot technology was making life for everyone, everywhere, much simpler, safer, and happier. It was all thanks to the brilliant developer of certain types of robotic advancements Dr. Thomas Light and his former assistant Dr. Albert W. Wily. Unfortunately, due to being constantly upstaged by Light so many times, Wily's pride was damaged and he secluded himself to the Pacific Ocean for quite some time. Since then, no one has heard from him. That's when it began.

"Doctor Light! Come see this!" A young boy's voice called from the living room. He was short and had black, spikey hair. He stood next to his sister who was the same height as her and had long, blonde hair. The boy called Dr. Light into the living room to see what was on television. A large, somewhat old man with big white hair and a big white beard walked in the living room, catching glimpse of what was on TV and having a look of pure horror all over his face. On TV he saw a reporter who was standing in front of a horrific, grim image. Behind her were several bodies crushed under vehicles and rubble. The reporter had a few cuts on her face and pantsuit, panting in fear. "I'm reporting from downtown w-where there's nothing but horrific carnage! And it's not just here; all around the world, 6 of the robots that were built to help mankind are now malfunctioning, going against every order we give them, murdering people left and right! The main 6 robots haven't show up here, but there's some sort of mechanical rebellion that was started with the 6 robots! Other, smaller robots have risen up, slaughtering innocent civilians without prejudice! If there's anyone who can help…plea-", then suddenly, the screen when black. Transmission was lost.

The Doctor couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Who could have done this? These robots were made to help mankind, not destroy it!" The Doctor fell to his knees and put his hands on his face, completely distraught. The young girl rushed over to the Doctor, comforting him. The young boy, however, was seething with rage. He knew someone had to put an end to the destruction. The authorities were far too weak to deal with such chaos. He thought for what seemed like hours, and then walked up to the Doctor, tapping him on the shoulder. "Dr. Light, I want to stop them. I want to destroy them before they destroy everything we care about. Please turn me into a fighting robot."

The young boy was strapped onto a table, wearing nothing but red shorts. The lines along his arms, legs, and joints gave away the fact that he was no ordinary boy. He was in fact a robot boy, created by Dr. Light as a child companion. The same can be said about the young girl, as the young boy and young girl are actually siblings. The young girl looked at her brother, in tears. "Are you sure about this, Rock? I don't want to lose you. You're the only brother I have." The young boy gave a firm nod, smiling a bit. "You can count on me, Roll. I'll be sure that this ends now. Doctor, are you ready?" The Doctor looked over at him nervously, nodding with a hand on the switch. "Flip the switch. I'm ready!"

"Are you sure about this Rock? Once you go through with this, there's no turning back."

"I'M READY."

The Doctor grasped onto the switch and flipped it, starting the process. Currents of electricity were coursing all around outside and inside Rock's body. There were lights flashing brightly, making it impossible to see what was going on. Rock began to download data as his current body was changing shape to compliment the data. Rock's entire being was changing into the perfect fighting robot. A robot that would save the world. A robot that would later dedicate his life to Justice. A robot that would be mankind's salvation.

After several moments, the process was complete. Rock got up from the table and walked towards a mirror. He was wearing a cyan skin-tight suit with blue trimmings on his hands, feet, a pair of briefs that were on the outfit and a helmet he saw was on his head. He felt his fingers moving into a fist. He had extensive knowledge of combat downloaded and knew what to do with that fist. He turned and saw the head of a scrapped bot and pointed his hand at it. In a split second, the hand retracted and became an arm cannon, shooting a small, but fast yellow orb of plasma, destroying the head. Rock was awestruck by this power, as were the Doctor and Roll. He looked in the mirror and spoke. "I'll find out who's responsible for this and bring them to Justice. I'm not just Rock the robot boy anymore…..I'm Mega Man!"