United we stand
Summary: In the year 20XX in the real world. Elm, a normal seventeen year old had been on writers block from her fan story of the old game MegaMan X. It took some time until she had gotten herself back on track again. In the middle of writing on a new chapter Elm's computer let out a series of rhythmic beeps. Curious, she went to inspect it, hoping her unit didn't crash. Again. When she did, she was hit with a beam of light made of binary codes. She passed out but soon woke up somewhere else entirely. What the heck has she gotten in to?
Authors note: *throws confetti everywhere* Yay! Thank you so much for the reviews, favorites, and follows! I'm so happy! To celebrate, here is chapter 4 of United we stand!
Fandom: MegaMan X series.
Characters/Pairings: Zero/X, OC for plots sake.
Genre: Adventure/Romance with just a dash of humor.
Disclaimer: Don't own the blasted thing. Owners are CAPCOM not me. Just the plot and characters that you haven't heard of in the series.
Chp4: Job
I wandered to a public park but further away from prying eyes. I sulked behind and underneath a tree. The reality-or whatever left of it-finally sunk to me.
I was in the MegaMan X reality.
World?
Dimension?
Whatever!
"Uuo.~ Why did it happen to me? Why?" I sobbed. I'm glad I'm alone right now. If anyone would see me like this…
"I'm really sad now. How am I going to get back home?" I whimpered more.
"But forget that! How am I gonna get by? It won't take long until my energy depletes and I shut down, seeing as I'm a reploid now."
I sobbed and sniffed. "This is the worst day of my life." I said, depressed.
And so, I sat there on the grass at the base of the tree with its provided shade as a cool breeze passed by. I was shifting through my mind on how I'm going to go from here.
"Well, first thing I definitely need a job. Reploid's are created for a purpose, though I can't even find an inkling of what my purpose is." I thought out loud.
"There are worker reploid's, constructing reploid's, police reploid's, and of course Maverick Hunter reploid's, etc., etc.. Ugh, this is going to be harder than I though." I added as I held my head in my hands.
I huffed and shook away my depressed state. This was not the time to admit defeat! I've got to try and find a job.
Getting up from my spot, I patted away the dirt that clung on the backside of my skirt, then headed off to the city again.
~*~*†*~*~
"No dice." I sighed sadly as I sat on top of a crate in an alley that was just beside a restaurant.
I went and asked on every available occupation they have for a reploid. And it was either I was inappropriate for the position because of my design, or I didn't have the right programming function to do it. I sighed, ready to cry again.
"What am I going to do?" I asked no one in particular.
As I stayed seated, thinking of a new idea on how to give it another try, a sudden noise coming from the back entrance of the restaurant made me jump in surprise.
"No, means no! I am finished! I refuse to work in this godforsaken eatery! I am underappreciated, and I will not let my talent rot and end here. Goodbye!" Screamed a female voice.
God, diva much?
I flinched when the door slammed open and a female, human, in her late 20's walked out with her head and nose in the air. Yup, diva alright. From the way she carried herself and wearing that knee length one-piece dress, she was the epitome of a prima donna.
The woman paused when she caught sight of me. Her day make up was on heavy, almond shaped brown eyes narrowed at me from behind her eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner. Her fully shaped plump red lips turned into a sneer as she clutched her pink purse with finely manicured red tipped nails. Her dark hair was up in a delicate bun.
"What are you looking at?" She spat before she walked away again. Her red stilettoes making sounds as she did.
I turned my head towards the door again when a new voice reached my ear ports.
A male red head came running out. He sighed as he combed back his short, thick hair. His body was slightly on the lanky side. He wore a green plaid buttoned shirt, worn blue denim jeans, a white apron that says 'Ivy's eatery' on it, and black and green sneakers. The male's complexion was tan with a few freckles and he has blue eyes.
He stared at me. I stared back.
I blinked. He blinked.
"Hey…you."
I straightened. "Y-Yes?"
"Could you…Could you come in for a minute?" he said, gesturing to the door.
I blinked my eyes a couple times. Confused.
"Eh?"
~*~*†*~*~
"I'm sorry grans. Luna left." The man-Tyler, sighed when he announced when he opened the door after he knocked.
"Come on in." he gestured for me to enter. I did.
I noticed that it was a spacious bedroom with soft spring green walls and blue-ish gray carpeting. A normal sized wooden framed bed with a thick mattress, a fluffy pillow, and a canary yellow blanket, and a small bed table. On the left side facing the bed was a crème colored armoire, a few feet from that was decent sized bookshelf full of books and notepads. Three windows covered the opposite wall with soft peach colored curtains blowing from the soft breeze from the open window. Adjacent to that was a writing desk was found along with a computer unit.
My eyes landed to the one Tyler was speaking to.
She was an aged woman who's gray hair was up in a bun as she sat in a rocking chair near the middle window. She wore a cream colored sleeved blouse, mint green ankle length skirt, and a pair of oak brown flats. Her wrinkled face was saddened by what Tyler had said.
"She did, didn't she? I see." She sighed before turning her attention to me. She smiled.
"And who is this beautiful young lady?"
I blushed at that.
"My name is Elm, ma'am." I bowed in greeting to show my respect.
"I found her hanging around the back. Luna gave her the stink eye before leaving." Said Tyler.
Granny shook her head. "Youths these days. No respect for others except for themselves once they get a big head."
Wow, straight forward. Grandma's got spunk even for her age.
"Grandma…" Tyler groaned as he placed a palm over his face.
"Oh, hush. Now," She paused as she looked at me. "Why did you lead her here, Tyler?"
"I don't know." The red head shrugged. "I just thought that we can hire her, or something. I really wasn't thinking much back a few minutes ago."
If I could fall to the floor with a face plant, I would have. But I resulted to an eye twitch and a sweat drop.
Granny raised a brow at that reply. "Now why would you just let a reploid follow you when you asked her?"
Tyler looked taken aback as I did. Man, she's sharp. "A-A reploid?" He stuttered as he turned to me.
"You're a reploid?"
I nodded. "Yes, I'm a reploid." I paused as I pointed to the ornaments beside my head. "Didn't these give it away?"
"I thought they were hair accessories." He shook his head. Is he dense or something?
"Well aside from that, what is your qualification, deary?" I turned my attention to granny.
I shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable and nervous of my answer. "I…I have no known qualification, ma'am."
"You've gotta be kidding me."
"I tried finding an occupation for me but it was either I was inappropriate for it or my programming was not right." I finished as I ignored Tyler for a bit there.
Granny frowned. "That's quite a problem."
I sighed in distress. "You're telling me."
"Well, other than your primary programing, are you skilled in anything else?" Granny asked me.
There was a thought. I hummed as I began to think. "I… I can cook. At least…it's what in my side programming states." I replied, a little unsure. Have I retained some stuff I learned when I was human?
"Cook, you say?" Questioned Tyler, dubious.
I nodded. "I think so."
Granny hummed. "Interesting. Let's say we give her a shot."
"Grandma?"
"Go on, Tyler. Show her the kitchen." She added before turning to me.
"I'll give you two hours to make something healthy and hearty, something savory, and something sweet. Think you can do it?"
Do I need to be asked a second time? I beamed and nodded. I was given a chance. And I am not going to let it pass.
~*~*†*~*~
Hallelujah, and praise the lord! I've manage to make something in two hours. I didn't know why but I think my now computer brain syncing with my motor functions helped big time. Normally I would need a little more than two hours to make and prepare the stuff I cooked.
The following are; herbed potato and tuna fish salad, roasted boneless lion of veal, chocolate mousse, and a ginger and mint iced tea to wash it down.
I did pretty good but it was up to Tyler and granny for the verdict.
They were discussing over it after they've tasted my cooking by one of the restaurants table they occupied. Mumbling and whispering over how I did. Man was I nervous.
Oh man, oh man, oh man. What if I didn't do well enough?
They turned to me.
"You're hired."
NO! I knew it! I knew I didn't-
Wait.
"What?"
They both smiled. "You're hired."
TBC
A/N: Oh my goshness, it's done! And-ack! There's only seven days left before Christmas! Seven days left! Can you believe it!
Important note! I will be posting the latest one either before or after the 25th of this month. I wanna make it before our family reunion for the holidays. Hope that it's going to be fun.
See you all then, adieu!~