Uhm... yeah... I lost all motivation to write this. I have no idea, I just can't write for it anymore. Not that it matters much, it's not like we don't know what's going to happen. Sorry if you were looking forward to it. I'm posting what little I had written, and if you must know I realized I could write myself out of the corner that I had written if Wily had already finished Blues's armor but hadn't given it to him left and had contigency plans ready. For some reason I think he'd have a Plan B ready. And a Plan C... D... and so forth. So yeah... enjoy.
Disclaimer reminder: I don't own any of Capcom's characters.
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Blues stood overlooking the large room he had been left in for the last months with a clipboard in hand. He had to admit there was something very satisfying with being in charge of a room full of other robots. This left him feeling a little conflicted: he was angry that he was so easy to please, that his whole purpose in life was so simple; but at the same time he felt a little proud that what humans spent their whole lives searching for and some never found he had discovered and was doing with really no trouble at all.
Of course, Blues didn't let that distract him from his real goals. Almost immediately after being put in charge of the assembly line Blues cut out as many of the simple robots as possible and reprogram them to search the hallways and rooms in the immediate area. He wanted to know as much about the layout of Wily's laboratories as possible and hopefully find his computer and other belongings.
In the month that Blues had been in the assembly room Wily had not once come back to check on him, so it was a surprise when the scientist stalked in and walked right up to Blues. "What are you doing here at a time like this?!" The scientist seemed quite upset and ready to tear off someone's head. Unfortunately it seemed he had targeted Blues.
"At a time like what? What's going on?"
"We're under attack, that menace has already taken out two of the RMs and destroyed more robots than have been made in the last two hours. Now stop playing overlord with the assembly line and come help me get oh-nine and fourteen back in working order!" Wily turned and stomped out of the room, Blues followed much more quietly.
Wily lead Blues back to the workroom where he had first worked on the DWN models. The smoking remains of Metal Man and Flash Man were laid out on two work tables with a myriad of tools and supplies scattered near them in the laboratory. Wily pointed at Metal Man, "You start repairing oh-nine while I work on fourteen." With that Wily set to work without a second glance. Blues simply shrugged and moved over to begin restoring Metal Man.