I know you guys liked my little bout of POV-switching. Since chappie number 36, they were taken from Lightstreak (OUTTATHAWAY, EVIL OC!), Mega (Rock 'n'Roll! So cute and fluffy!), Dex (stupid bully of ancient times), Sal (Yes, I know it's weird), Roll (Nothing really going on there), Basss (who, like I said, was being MAJORLY out of character), Rush (Arf!), and some random hippie I created named Chuck. And he has a crush on Sal. Heh -- can you just feel the craziness?

And as for the strange request, I decline. But should I ever change my mind, you will know.

Now, on with the fanfic!

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Mega Man's POV

"Well, bad guys extraordinaire, this is it."

I narrowed my eyes, the CyberSword still drawn as Lan, on my right, gritted his teeth and stared hard at the four evil ones who had caused the war: Lightstreak, Wily, Bass, and Comet Man. The latter hadn't really participated in the evil ranting, but he was perfect for battering down our defenses and trying to crush our hope down to nothingness.

"It's the end of the war."

On the other side of Lan, Chaud shook his mop of white hair over his eyes so that the only things visible from behind were twin navy blue glowing, penetrating beams.

"And now only one fight remains."

"It's all over, bad guys." Proto Man, his features hiding all impression under his shades and frostiness, had that dangerous look just in his eys even though – the one that just told you he's a good guy. "Prepare yourselves."

"We're crimefighters." My head tipped downward and my visor throwing my face into shadowed relief, I extended my Buster hand, infused with the CyberSword. I gritted my own teeth as we faced the bad guys; next to us, Lan fidgeted slightly and pressed his own weapon toward the bad guys. "We never stop."

"We're good guys. We're always gonna win." Lan was about to jab the sword farther, but my hand restraining his wrists stopped the crazy one once and for all. I looked into his eyes; he looked into mine, questioning. Let me start this thing, Lan, I thought, hoping he'd get the meaning from my expression. He did, judging by the flicker of understanding flashing through his eyes -- with a strangely mature, almost invisible nod, he pulled his hand away from mine and pivoted on his rollerskates. I readied my CyberSword, placing one hand on the hilt, which was fused into my gloved hand, and began firing up the blade from the enery deep within me.

"And now – we fight."

With a – sorry for this, good guys everywhere – cool, snappy judo throw, Lightstreak had grabbed Wily, who was now sprawling, wounded, on the red-tinged grass. Apparently the mad scientist's words didn't suit him too well. "No dice," Lightstreak told his "accomplice," but he said it with a gigantic, evil grin, "Leave the good guy-bustin' t'me."

"What in the world?" Wily muttered under his breath as he tried to get back to his feet. Lightstreak only tutted, wagging a naughty finger in the evil one's direction. "Why are you treating me like this?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Yet another grin was produced. "Now here," – he gestured to us, "We have the good guys. And here" – man, I hate this guy and his stupid gestures! – "We have the battlefield."

His eyes gleamed. "This is war, Albert." That said, he pumped his hands up and down in the air – and I have to say, he really looked like Lan at that point. "And mad scientists aren't in it."

Then all heck broke loose.