12/25/2015: Happy holidays! Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Crash Man doubted he'd ever become accustomed to the Time Skimmer. The device nauseated, blinded, and confused (he supposed he should've expected that, though. Time traveling and dimensional traveling were naturally confusing) him more than anything. Still disoriented, the bomber shielded his squinted eyes as they scanned the giant bedroom. He frowned at the girly, pink, red, and white flower-wallpapered room they found themselves in. Stuffed animals of various colors and numerous other stuffed toys littered the pink rug, some raggedy and ancient enough only a nostalgic person would keep them. Next to the solid-white door was a solid-white bookshelf with old, tattered children's books. In the middle of the room was a round, plastic, white table with white, plastic chairs near its legs. Each one was a stuffed animal neatly and loving in front of their teacups. Despite having never been here, he felt nostalgic for something he never had: a childhood.

Bitterness rose in him at missing out on that innocent lifestyle that lucky robots enjoyed, a lifestyle Robot Masters rarely experienced due to their combative and destructive purposes. From what Ice Man told him of his life at Dr. Light's house, he and the Robot Masters from the first Wily War were rare exceptions. Crash Man sighed as his thoughts drifted away from his wants and tried focusing on the room and enjoying it for what it was: a spacious, quaint room. Despite his unfulfillable desires and slight bitterness, the room's innocent, carefree, and pleasant air made him and probably the rest of his brothers relax and forget themselves; lose themselves to a time most of them never had due to their crimes and creator.

At least, they would if they knew which universe this was.

"Well, this is.. um, nice, I guess?" Crash Man doubted Bass and Punk felt the same. Anything feminine seemed to spoil their moods and irritate them immensely.

Predictably, Bass rolled his eyes, a grimace on his face as he tightened his knuckles. Had he been human, they'd be whitening. Not hiding the venom or sarcasm in his voice, he glared at Crash Man and leaned forward and said, "Yeah, sure it is."

Dark-blue eyes wide, Ice Man looked around like a lost child for a moment, their situation almost seemingly kicking in. This place was painfully familiar, he couldn't place his finger on why. It was nerve-racking; an itch he couldn't scratch no matter how hard he tried. "Guys, doesn't this room seem familiar…?"

Bass blinked a few times, a couple of creases on what could be seen of his forehead. "Now that you mention it, it does…"

Punk slouched, momentarily aged far beyond his years as the weight of life continued to build upon his shoulders. He was so tired of traveling. He felt like it was aging him.

Quint's eyes darted about the room, body stiff, caution obvious. "Yeah, it does. Though-"

Elec Man shot up as his brows furrowed, attention on the door. "Hey, do you hear that?" If the rest of the group had to guess, they'd say he looked panicked with his drawn back shoulders and eyes wide. With a glint of determination in his eyes and his jaw clenched, Elec Man's eyes drifted to his brothers. "Well, do you?"

Crash Man's mouth tightened as he listened, eyes darted to the ceiling. Strange. His superior hearing was failing him. "I don't hear an-"

Bass snared, not bothering . "Shh! Will you shut up!? I'm trying to listen."

"Anyway, you need to try it, darling. It's to die for!" said a deep, feminine voice from outside.

Time seemed to stop for Dr. Wily. He stiffened, a sense of dread washing over him. His voice faint, his dread growing stronger. "Wait, that voice. Where have I heard it before?" This was bad, very bad.

Bad, bad, bad, bad.

Something was very wrong and, in the back of his mind, his sixth sense was yelling at him, warning him that something horrible was about to happen. Under normal circumstances, he'd ignored it. He was a man of science, reason; not faith. Faith didn't prove or accomplish anything in life, only science did. Feelings meant nothing; cold, hard facts did. Despite this, the doctor couldn't convinced himself to remain calm. The infamous scientist gulped as panic began to set in, his mouth parched and stomach throbbing with dread.

The younger voice babbled incoherently for numerous seconds before she exhaled. "Are you sure?" She was exhausted; her voice alone indicating she had dealt with too much over her short life and it made the intruders wonder her age. "I don't think it'd really-"

The older voice laughed, her voice sending almost violent shivers down their backs. Whoever the woman was, she had a seductive, deep, and playful voice. She sounded like a woman who got whatever she wanted from charm alone.

Certainly a woman you want to avoid if you're smart.

Bad.

A small handclap sounded as the delighted laughter continued. "Nonsense! As soon as you get ready we'll get one."

With a deflated sigh, the younger girl opened the door, her entire demeanor annoyed. "Fine. I still don't think it's a good-"

Everyone froze.

Crash Man tried really hard to control his voice; he really did try. After all, he wasn't a wuss despite what the tougher Robot Master, Bass, believed. He couldn't help how his voice when up several octaves when he saw them. "R-R-Roll? Splash Woman?" The two women stared them a moment, then at each other before letting out ear-piercing screams.

With a wince, Bass covered the earpieces of his helmet as sharp and intense pain racked through his head and ears. "God, shut up!" He snared at the blond, eyes aflame with unfiltered hatred. He and his brothers felt their battle instincts kick in as loud clanking footsteps echoed throughout the house. "Damn, someone's coming," Bass hissed, arm cannon charged. Despite the situation, an urge to smile rose. It'd been ages since he'd had a decent fight. Since Dr. Light's daughters were here, then maybe...

Bass stopped resisting and gave a wide smile as glee and excitement coursed through his parts, making even a normally irritable robot like him glow with anticipation. Oh, this would be good! He could just feel it.

To Bass' delight, a familiar blue armor boy rushed into the room, indignation written in his large, dark-blue eyes. "Roll, what's going on? ...Wily?" His eyes wide and mouth ajar, he lowered his blue arm cannon after a moment. "..Bass?" he whispered.

'Well, crap,' Dr. Wily thought.