OK, reviewer replies again…
Terratasha: I thought you'd review at Chapter 30. ;) Technically speaking, I knew Lan and Mega were twins, as I told you before (In my fics, Mega Man's three minutes older and three centimetres taller than Lan) – and now I changed it. As for Haruka… That's just yet another thing to add to the epilogue. (groans)
Star Holder Commander: Bad Yuuichiro! Bad! Why are you so OOC for? (hits him)
Rose Kitsune.EXE: Yeah, poor Root! Forced to die a tragic Opal Koboi-caused death on page 88. (sniffles) Right, for Lan's dad: as I told Terratasha quite a way back, that's just not-plotting-properly-ness. He's not working with Chaud (Have you figured out why he's acting so evilly yet?); it's just OOC-ness. (Mm, now I know we both like Mega Man/Rockman, Artemis Fowl, the Simpsons, and Danny Phantom. I wonder what else we have in common?)
PS: Who's Jerome? Is he your muse? I also happen to have an OC named that, but with accents. XD
Jhvh777: Oh, so that's what you meant. Wily and Bass are working together, along with Ace Lightstreak and Comet Man. Yeah, I know Lan can actually see Wily in the room when Mega Man confronts Bass, but hey! Do I look like Keiji Inafune? XD
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A/N: OK, now we're taking a MAJOR nosedive into Mega's subconscious. You may get confused…
Mega Man's POV
I groaned as I came to.
There was a small, black figure perched on my stomach; a little, familiar-looking dog that I'd seen once through the screen of Lan's PET. They called him the Dark Rush; his likeness was the exact same as that of my friend Roll's dog Rush, hence the nickname. The only difference was that this guy Rush had a darker pelt and eyes that seemed to be closed all the time.
"Mega Man," the Dark Rush said simply, padding over from my stomach up to my neck. He reached out one paw and smoothed my black hair back. "Don't give up."
Before I go on, I should explain about Fanficcer's annoyingly mysterious OC. In his own terms, he was a fatedog; he actually despised being called the Dark Rush. (Why do I keep calling him that?) He delivered fate – at least, he proclaimed what would happen in the near future – to good guys and bad guys alike; supposedly, he was neutral to either side. And me? I think he's a good guy. But one can never be sure. Anyway, he's the world's most mischievous rogue, master of fanfics – he looked like Rush, of course, but according to him, he appeared in other people's worlds. Whatever had a fanfic, be it video game, book, movie, TV show, or anything else in between. And how do I know this, you ask. Well, easy. He told me and Lan – and the bad guys too, I presume – a little while after Lan first met him.
Right, enough with the fatedog's estranged tendencies. I suddenly took stock of the world around me. The outlook was dim. Not only did I feel weak and helpless, but it was more than just a feeling. I glanced down, trying not to upset the Dark Rush on my neck. I happened to be in the same clothes I'd worn in the Real World – the green Adidas sweater was still there, along with the jeans and black shirt under it, but I had the feeling my contacts were gone. I felt leadenly heavy, as if something were weighing me down hard. Mist was hazing up my vision again, though where I was, I didn't know. It wasn't the Internet and it definitely wasn't the Real World. Maybe it was a cross between the two...?
"You're in your mind, Mega," the Dark Rush assured me before I could speak. I was suddenly wracked by a bout of pain that stabbed into my spine like a million tiny needle jabs. I spasmed, choking wildly as I tried to heave myself onto my feet.
Suffice to say, it didn't work.
I lay back down onto the uneven and yet smooth ground, gasping heavily, looking up at the Dark Rush. "This is made up of your best memories and your worst ones," he continued, gesturing vaguely with one dark paw. "Nothing's the same anymore, Mega Man, but you're better off than you ever were."
"H-How...can...I be?" I managed to choke out as I was viciously pressed onto the ground, convulsing weakly on the floor because of the pressure that now pounded me, grabbed me in its painful grip. "I-I'm in the most terrible pain ever, and...I'm not really...helping, i-is it?"
"Of course you are." The Dark Rush blinked. "What makes you say that?"
"I'm small...a-and I was trying t-to save the...world and now…I can't even g-get up." I was wheezing; I felt as if I had a huge burden weighing down on my chest, constricting me from getting up and talking properly. Not the Dark Rush; rather, it was like Navis' past, present and future all depended on me. The future of Navis and humans was hanging on my shoulders and I wasn't prepared.
"A-Also…W-What happened…t-to all the mis…chief y-you had before?… N-Now you're…way more serious."
He looked at me strangely. "I don't have to be a crazed fatedog all the time." He paused, then went on. "The power is in you, Mega Man," the Dark Rush declared as he disappeared with a pop and a cloud of smoke.
