A/N: I apologize for a rather short chapter but I had to do this so I can leave ya'll in a cliff hanger. Either way, I hope you enjoy and you will leave a review.
Episode 2: Java
SpongeTron squinted, hoping this was all a mad hallucination. However, his fear was only confirmed from the collective gasps from those behind him. His glowing blue eyes wide and all he could muster was, "Java?"
"Oh, spongeypoo? You never expected me to join this right?" A sadistic smirk stretched across her metallic face, her red eyes glowed under her black visor.
There was a sort of intimidation that grasped everyone as they saw Java.
"T-the HQ is supposed to be the safest place in Retroville!" Junior squeaked, fear grasping him. Junior sucked in a deep breath as he pulls absently at his rubber bracelet, that twisted and crumpled in the boy's grip.
Darry did not reply, instead his face contorted into an expression of seriousness. Not a shout, instead dangerously low, "Nicktoons, go,"
And, that was all the encouragement they needed as everyone headed face first into a battle against the cultists. Darry conjured up blue energy and blasted against the herd of people running in.
Junior gnashed his teeth, and with all the super strength he could muster, he threw his opponents against the metal wall, a couple of screams resounded as they were rendered unconscious.
SpongeTron, meanwhile was against Java. Java smirked as her hand lit up with red energy, courtesy of her robot lasers. SpongeTron gasped softly.
"You can do that?"
"Of course, I got a few upgrades, courtesy of the Quiet One,"
"The Quiet One?"
Java laughed, catching SpongeTron off guard, and blasted the robot back. SpongeTron fell flat against the wall as he slid down. While robots are accustomed to not feel pain, SpongeTron was one of those robots especially who were to function like human. Therefore, although he can't feel pain, he had to react similarly.
SpongeTron growled as he lifted himself off as Java just stared straight into his eyes.
"What's the matter, Spongeypoo? You can't admit that I am the superior droid here?"
SpongeTron fell quiet.
"Your circuits are outdated, lame and old. You aren't up-to-date as I am,"
"You are old. You don't deserve to walk here. You deserve to be locked up in a dusty room. Never to see daylight again," Java continued, " I never loved you, SpongeTron. You are just a tool to me. A mere toy,"
Images of being locked flashed before his eyes as he clenched his fists as he stared at Java. It felt as if the world shattered. And, in the room, was just Java and him.
"Y-you didn't? B-but-"
"Aww, do you need me to call the handyman?" Java began, " well...TOO BAD! I am going to dismantle you. Now. And here,"
A huge crash and SpongeTron was pushed onto the cold tiles. Eyes wide, betraying his fear. Java's red eyes brighter than before, like burning into his own soul. SpongeTron gasped, multiple times. It progressed into short, brief gasps. Something the robot was not familiar with. His drivers were overloading, heat radiating.
He could slowly feel everything becoming a blur, black dots dancing before his vision. His circuits were sparking and a part of his face fell.
"SPONGETRON!" A loud yell and everything went black.
SpongeTron woke up with a gasp. He was against a bed. Not like the metal table that he usually recharged. It was a soft bed, almost like a fur of an animal. SpongeTron propped himself up.
"Creator? Darry? Tammy? Tommy?" SpongeTron started as he looked around the room that uncannily resembled the medical bay of the HQ. The door creaked open as he made out a silhouette standing outside. And two voices.
"Will SpongeTron be okay?"
Darry.
"He should be but he has not woken up yet,"
Commander.
"I think we should go check...it has been four hours,"
"I think it's a good suggestion,"
"Man, Java had several upgrades a-and, now our teammate got hurt real bad!"
"But from who exactly? That is what we should worry about,"
"Maybe SpongeTron knows?"
"Probably,"
Silence. Darry walked in followed by his commander. SpongeTron fell silent as he watched the two men walk into the room. Darry taking a seat in the chair next to him and immediately Darry squeezed where theoretically his shoulders should have been.
"You doing okay buddy?" It was soft, full of concern. His green eyes locked with his holographic blue orbs. It was a complete opposite when he was in the battle field.
SpongeTron did not dare to interrupt the silence as he avoided Darry's gaze. He stared blankly picking at the fabric, not paying any heed to Darry. Jimmy crossed his arms, although he shared the same expression as Darry's as he tapped his foot on the floor rhythmically to the whirring of the table fan.
"SpongeTron…" Darry trailed off, his gaze shifted over to the glass window as he drummed his fingers against the metal rim of the bed, "Are you okay? Please answer me,"
"I-I'm fine," SpongeTron whispered softly, punctuating with a sigh.
"Did Java say anything that caused you to be like this?" Jimmy's head cocked.
"S-she never loved me,"
"How 'bout this? Next time, we see that robot, I will dismantle it,"
"You d-don't have to," SpongeTron mumbled.
"C'mon, buddy. Can you just turn that frown upside down?"
"It's just hard to-"
"SpongeTron! You look much better today!" SpongeTron turned to the source of the voice, his lips pursed into a thin line as he turned to see the twins waving.
"Yeah, I guess," SpongeTron shrugged, as he forced a smile onto his face.
SpongeTron fell silent as he stared blankly at the aluminium tiles below him, the hole from yesterday's battle in the HQ still remained, only to be tried and covered up by a ugly looking painting.
Darry entered the room, the young man was scrolling through his phone as he looked up at SpongeTron, he broke into a humongous smile as he waved enthusiastically to him.
"Oh, hi, Darry," SpongeTron replied lamely as he blinked in confusion.
Darry glanced over to the twins as Tammy gave him a nod, "Okay, so, SpongeTron, do you remember anything from your battle?"
SpongeTron paused, tapping his finger against his chin, "Well… er, I do remember Java stating that there was a Quiet One,"
"And, who exactly is that?"
"I-I think it's their leader,"
