I feel like writing today. You know what that means? That means I wrote something, was reminded I had an account on here, and decided to write a story for the good feeling of reading reviews. You know what THAT means? That mean's I'm a vain kid with a laptop and no life, but manages to get along. You know what ALL THAT means in a nutshell? It means a new chapter.

PASSWORD: WAIT,WHAT? SINCE WHEN WAS THERE A PASSWORD?

PASSWORD ACCEPTED.

RELOADING….

Roll felt like she had just been hit over the head with a 2? No, 3 foot plank.

And that assumption was correct, considering Gravity Man loomed above her with a 3.2 foot plank. His arm that would normally end in a gun ended in wires hanging, sparks occasionally dripping from them, liquid fire.

It seemed that the time rift caused by Spring Man had opened again by the will of an unknown benefactor. ( Here's a hint: He's your favorite fiction writer ever.)

And said rift had placed her somewhere around the Main Hallway, the one looming hallway that connected to all the other individual rooms. Little signs of their occupants were everywhere among the cracked gray plaster.

Slash Man's door looked like a pincushion. Guts Man's door had a gaping hole the size of your head in it. Ice Man's room had a draft. But you could always tell which one was Gravity Man's room, considering if you walked too close to the door, you would be on the ceiling in les than five seconds.

And it seemed rather unscarred, at least from the outside.

But as the large white hand grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, a semi conscious Roll tried to figure what had compelled him to slam that …Tree Man? Well, slam that wood into the side of her skull. She started seeing spots in little time as he dragged her limply into his lair. Before she closed her eyes, she could make a quick observation of the room: Everything was metal. And it all seemed to be connected. Lamp to table, table to floor, floor to everything else.

She came to quite a while later, tied, as she could guess, because she could not move her arms, legs, feet, fingers, or eyebrows. Gravity Man sat at a table, scrawling away with a metal pen at metal paper.

" How are you going to explain yourself!"

She screamed, smirking as she observed him jump at least twice the length of his board. He had not expected her to wake up now, or had he not expected her to wake up at all?

" Oh, well, you see…" He said, rubbing his hands together and looking quite nervous, " I have to show you something. It is of dire importance, and would most likely be dangerous if any of the others knew I know. I know too much you see, but I can trust you...Can I?"

He wiped away the metal ink from his metal paper and turned on his metal lamp.

" Depends."

She replied arrogantly, straining the ropes that bound her to a metal shirt connected to the ground by what looked like having the ends welded to the floor. So much for breaking that off. Gravity man chewed the inside of his cheek and pulled a metal chair closer to her.

" You see? All these Robot Masters? We don't want to fight. Heatman wanted to be a lawyer. It's Dr Wiley. It's in the grease. He gives us the grease, and we keep fighting. It does not hurt with the grease. We have to be ready. But if he takes you into his back room, then you have been naughty. I got in a fight with Gemini Man once. He brought me back there and tore off my gun." He waved his stump at her.

" But it gets worse. First he takes your gun. Then he takes your legs. That's what happened to Gyro Man. But the third time he takes you into his room, we all get grease. Grease is good. But you never come back. Some have made fake parts, to cover their guns and legs. "

Roll gasped, surprised that someone didn't just set Wily on fire or something.

" I bet you think we could just shoot him, huh? But no. He comes in, shoots you with the zapper. Then you get sleepy."

Roll gasped again, trying to keep him occupied while she cut the ropes on the sharp edge of the metal shirt that bound her to the ground.

She wiggled a bit, feeling the fibers deteriorate on the razor edge of the metal clothing. She wondered what he could be planning, tying up girls and leashing them to the ground.

" Of course, that's only if you are very bad. If you are only a little bad, then he may just take your arm, or your head." He motioned with his hand, tapping the arm with the stump of a gun. It made a hollow, plastic sound.

" I'm running out of body parts."

He stood, walking over to the desk, where he drew out a can. It had a cartoonish picture of 's face, with the word GREASE in large, bubble letters. He struck a metal straw through the lid, sucking out the contents, some splashing down his chest to actually grease something, where it could really be used.

She felt the last fibers of the rope break, as she dashed for the door. Gravity man sat, seemingly unaware she had left. Yet, as she laid her hand upon the door handle, He turned to her, and gave her two words, in a gravelly tone that would scare most small children into sleeplessness for at least a week.

" Good luck.."

He advised her, crushing the empty can and tossing it behind him.

She slammed the door behind her, deciding to avoid Gravity Man at all costs. She hopes that he has as crazy as the rest of the residents, so that he could dismiss him as a lunatic, but something in his voice told her that he was terribly, horribly sane. She felt her heart beat like a drum in her chest, as she slid into the solace of Heatman's room. His door was slightly scorched around the edges, but is still held as she slammed it behind her.

" Hello!" He waved at her, holding a can of Grease and watching a football game.

" Why are you drinking that grease?" She decided to confront him directly, in stead of dancing around the topic.

" Because Dr. Wily says that it's good for me. And that's all you need to know, Miss Nosey..Nose"

He seemed defensive about drinking the performance enhancing drug like most of the players on the team he was rooting for.

" Gravity man told me all about it. The grease, everything. Why do you need it?"

" To keep fighting."

" To fight what?"

" Nosey little girls."

But they did not fight. Partly because Crash Man had his drill placed against the side of Heatman's head. And secondly, because, despite being a incredibly handsome and intelligent boy, I have never been able to write action.

" You seem to have forgotten that both I am for the other team, and that Gravity Man has been crazy ever since he went kite flying in that thunderstorm."

Roll wiped sweat from her brow and relaxed next to the two, on the floor.

" Whew. Exposition like that tires me out. Good thing that I know that now."

" Word" Crash Man commented, carefully drilling into the top of a can." Well, I'm gone. I have to go drill a hole in a rock." He strolled out, managing to turn the doorknob and let himself out.

Let's watch him for a moment, shall we?

After making his way out of Heatman's room, he turned right into Clown Man's face, his drill accidentally going off and cutting Clown Man.

" Hey! Watch where you're drilling with that thing!" Clown man exclaimed, honking and slapping out at Crash Man. What followed was the most amazing fight ever, that I will not describe to you. But in the end, they both limped back to their respective rooms, to have a can of grease, and relax.

=-=-=-LATER THAT NIGHT…-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Crash man was stretched out on the floor, watching a soap opera, while crying as Brad confessed his love to Kate. His door, ever so slightly, creaked open.

Oh, it's nothing…

He dismissed it as one of the many sounds that echoed through the halls at night, not noticing a slightly more saggy Dr .Wily edge into his room, holding a device that looked quite a bit like a shotgun.

" You've been a naughty boy, Crash…" Wily said, pulling the trigger