Hey. Cian-Neural here. It's been a while. This is just a concept that kinda builds on how I feel Bomberman: Act Zero could have been.
I'm just trying something new, so bear with me. It's supposed to be dark and gritty while making it a story on what is considered to be alive and not.
WARNING: This story contains disturbing gore and inhumane actions not meant for the feint of heart. By that I mean I'm adding in disturbing moments.
I do not own Bomberman. This is merely an experiment.
Prologue: A Twisted Birth
In a bright alleyway, a group of shadowy figures loomed over a man and his son. The father was reaching for his pistol when he felt his son get kicked to the side, groaning.
"WHERE ARE THE SCHEMATICS?" one of the figures inquired as they pushed the son to the ground. The father was about to grab his pistol, fearing for his son, when he was suddenly placed in a chokehold by another one of the figures. "WE DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO DEAL WITH YOU."
"I d- do not know which schematics you mean!"
"ORANGE HORIZON SCHEMATICS B-ONE-NINE-EIGHT-FIVE!"
"I- In the b- basement!"
The inquisitor and three others disappeared into the darkness to search for the schematics.
The father looked at his son in fear as the inquisitor and their cronies returned with boxes of files in their hands.
Materials. Schematics. Required programming. Hardware. Software.
Everything is needed to create a powerful weapon.
Looking at the father and his son, the inquisitor uttered one thing.
"KILL THEM."
Complying, one of the cronies pulled out a needle and rammed it into the son's neck.
The screams of the son rang throughout the alley. It could be heard everywhere, but His skin melted off quickly, with muscle and sinews ripping themselves apart. *squelch!* He fell to the ground, rotting away as the son was reduced to decaying blood, organs, and skeleton.
"NO!!!" The father screamed and shouted, reaching for the executor who killed his son. "YOU KILLED MY SON! MY ONLY LIVING SON!"
The crony who held him let go, watching the father barely managed to beat the executor to death before he too was jabbed by a needle and suffered the same fate as his son.
They administered an extra needle's contents to the dead executor and stripped them of their equipment and belongings.
Nobody answered. Nobody came. Nobody cleaned up the grueling mess that used to be the father, his son, and the son's executor.
A mass of red, pale pink, gray, and black, slathered across the floor like a forbidden painting. Smeared like a bug under ones shoe.
The shadowy figures left without a trace, gathering the schematics and heading to their next destination to loot a grave before sending it to their clients and whoever could buy at the highest bidder...
Two months later...
"Orange Horizon Outpost 1, Log 1." a voice uttered. "We at Orange Horizon have initiated a long-term project focused on creating the ultimate Peacekeeper. Our beneficiaries above us gave us the parts they have collected from one Joseph Mitsumori, including one human skeleton as a base for our project. Once complete, we will dispose of the remains of the skeleton and insert a stronger frame."
A single skeleton, sterilized of any harmful diseases and bacteria, was shown with cameras being inserted into the skull. A shell was built around the skeleton to mimic the human body, complete with motors, servos, and a prototype gauntlet that had a circular shield and a golden band applied to the surface. The band had smalls holes that warped the air around it with light glowing at the palms.
"The program's name is Blast Oriented Mass Breach Erective Response Manipulator, creating a peacekeeping military android aimed to further our goals as a society on the surface. If not for them, then our personal gain as enforcers. Startup the prototype..."
The Prototype was released from its confines, not active. It seemed like a failure at first. After a few seconds, a dim white glow slowly lit up the optics, bringing it to life.
It shuddered and stumbled multiple times after making its first steps. The bones inside rattled and cracked. It fell again, joints buckling from the lack of balance.
Again it has fallen down on its left side, but it will not be denied.
Powder leaked out of the joints as it got up successfully, fracturing the skeleton.
The voice gave orders. "Excellent work. Shut down the prototype and discard the skeleton. We will continue testing in three days with a new skeletal support. Orange Horizon has no time to waste. We have seven other organizations vying for control of the surface world and we only have time to create one unit. These usurpers will only ruin everything we at Orange Horizon have worked for during our sixteen years of controlling from the shadows. Once it is complete, we will crush our foes and never let them rise up from the ashes ever again..."
BLAST ORIENTED MASS BREACH ERECTIVE RESPONSE MANIPULATOR [Model 1]
STATUS: ALIVE
The voice gave a chilling chuckle as the prototype clenched its left fist and watched powder seep out of its joints once more. After that, it finally deactivated and went to sleep.
"Welcome to the world, Bomberman. We are Orange Horizon, and we created you for a purpose: To do everything you can to protect and enforce the safety of the surface... End of Log 1."
BOMBERMAN: ALIVE
Written by Cian-Neural
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