Forte glared at Blues threateningly, a deep growl erupting from deep within his throat. He could see the confusion in his eyes through the nearly opaque sunglasses; obviously the taller bioroid didn't believe what he was saying. Trying his best to ignore Rock's whiny programming, he flashed Blues a large grin. "Why the perplexed expression, Blues?" Forte asked as he swung his legs over the edge of the table. His body began to ache with the sudden movement, making him wince slightly. "Isn't it obvious that I'm not your annoying little brother? Or are you just as dumb as he is?"

The expression on Blues' face twisted into anger and sadness as he listened to his "brother" question him. What the hell was going on? Blues knew Rock had been acting rather out of character all day, but this? This was something else. "Stay where you are, Rock. Let me go and get dad. Something must have gotten damaged in the impact -"

"Damn it!" Forte roared, jumping off the table and clenching his fists, his knuckles turning white almost immediately. "What the hell is wrong with you people! Every single one of you losers are complete and utter dumbasses!" He began to inch towards him slowly, still growling. "Listen up and listen well: I am NOT your brother. Do you understand that? Your brother is inside MY body."

Blues cocked his head to the side slightly, still in disbelief. The fact that Rock's greatest rival was stuck within his own body just didn't make any sense to him. "Right, Rock. How about you sit down and let me -" A hand suddenly found itself locked onto his throat tightly, causing him to gag. He looked down, trying his hardest to breath, and found who he thought was Rock glaring up at him, trembling in anger.

"I. AM. NOT. YOUR. BROTHER.," he stated sternly, gazing at him with a glare fit to kill. They stared at each other for a few moments, one trying his hardest to breath, the other trying his hardest not to rip the other's head off. As much as Forte hated the Light family, he needed help to get back into his own body, and now that Blues knew who he was - if he was going to believe him, anyway - he was going to help him until he returned to his original body. Even if Blues had to die in the process.

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They stared at each other, one grinning with an interested glint in his eyes while the other gazed slack-jawed and in shock. Rock didn't know what to say. Wily had just heard everything as he argued with Forte's programming. He heard everything.

He knew.

iOh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,/i Rock thought as he watched him, frozen in place. What would he do now? Wily knew that he wasn't Forte. Would he kill him? …No. Of course he wouldn't. Killing him wouldn't give Wily any pleasure, especially in this situation. He'd make him suffer. He'd make him suffer more than he ever had before.

"So then, Rockman," Wily started, his voice oddly cool and collected for someone who almost always seemed to be screaming about anything and everything. "How did you manage to switch bodies with such a failure without my knowing? Hm?" he questioned, the grin on his face growing wider.

"…I…uh…" Rock looked away. He didn't know how he suddenly came to be in that body. He just woke up, and there he was. "…I…don't know."

Wily's grin grew wider as he rubbed his chin in thought. "Is that so? Interesting. I had assumed that you would remember what happened."

Rock looked at him quickly, eyes wide open. "You…you know? You know how it happened?" He got to his feet slowly, still staring at him. "How? How did it happen?"

The old man laughed loudly. "You think I would just tell you? No, of course not. Why would I?" He snickered at him. "You need to gain that knowledge, dear boy. I'm not one to just freely give such information away. Especially if it ruins all the fun I have in store for you."

Rock stared at him and shuttered as he felt something build up within him. An emotion he rarely ever experienced in his normal body had begun to show itself at full force. His eyes narrowed as he hunched over and growled loudly, clenching his fists as he radiated with anger. "You damn fucking old man… You'd better tell me what the hell happened right now!"

Wily laughed in amusement. "Yes, yes. I will, in time. But first, you must follow me to my lab." He turned slowly and headed down the hallway. "There is something you need to do for me before hand."

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Bibly's Note: OMFG, it's taken me so damn long to write my chapter of this thing. Oo And what a horrible chapter it is, folks! Sorry it took me so long. I just finished high school a few days ago and my job doesn't help much when it comes to wanting to do my own thing (and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I quit for this summer. A dumb move, considering I'm going to college, but whatever). Hopefully I'll be able to actually put some work into this thing this summer. I'll be slow (not AS slow as this last chapter, LOL) since I currently have two comics that I'm working on as well as getting ready for college, but…yeah! I'll do what I can!

Once again: please don't kill me!!! ::runs away screaming:: oo