I don't own Bomberman and that's a fact.
In the ghettos 7 months later...
"*Huff! Huff! Huff!* I think I managed to lose them!" Mighty sighed out as he walked into an alley way. A handful of Human street punks were there, but they did not think that he was important what-so ever. He then leaned onto the wall. The punks were talking about something though.
"...eard that Esrever is sending out his men to bomb a tower at midnight!" Mighty then leaned closer to hear the conversation, putting on his hood to stay anonymous..
"Esrever? As in the local arms supplier? What's the place he's gonna bomb?" Punk #3 asked in confusion. #2 then had an idea as she then knelt beside the dumpster the group was surrounding.
"I think I know where! All I know is that is has to do with nine nuisances!" Mighty then had a feeling on who those nine are... But he has to butt in for some more info through pretending that he's just another guy on the streets. "Eight because o-"
"One of them left?" The street punks, five in total, then turned towards the hooded Bomberman, who was carrying his instrument and money stuffed guitar case like a backpack.
"H- How do you know?" #1 asked out loud as Mighty then stared at him in interest. If he could keep this act together, he wouldn't need to interrogate them and prevent any violence from breaking out.
"I had a gut feeling." The tense pentet then loosened up to Mighty's lie. "What's the name of this group that this 'Esrever'-guy is planning to bomb, anyways?"
"Uh... I don't really know. I think it has to do with the word 'Bomber'. That's all I know!" Mighty then had idea where now.
"Okay... I think he's planning to bomb the Bomberman Bros' home!" Street punk #4 then recognized them.
"Wait... The ones that defeated Emperor Buggler and stopped the planet-wide Ballom riots last year?! Why would he want to do that?" Mighty then prepared to leave and gave them some cash from his guitar case.
"I have no idea. I'll give you guys 50 bucks each if you don't mention this to anyone, 'kay?" the group accepted the bribe in appreciation. #2 then had a question.
"You got yourself a deal. Though I gotta ask. Why eight instead of nine?" Mighty gave a soft chuckle.
"I'm sure the leader left since a lack of diligence and hard work can drive people crazy." The missing White Bomberman walked off, knowing where to go next. With another soft chuckle Mighty talked to himself quietly. "Hehe... Looks like I'll have to return soon... Not now though. I have to change my look."
When he found a parts shop and some armored feet, he took a light blue pair and ripped off his purposefully as to attatch the new pair to his 'bleeding' legs. Mighty then altered his coat, removing the sleeves to use it as a bandolier for tear gas and grenades. As for the coat, Mighty turned the body into a red cape with the hood as the neck piece. He then looked at himself with a broken mirror in the dumpsters and approved the look.
"... I sorta look like a brand new person!"
Later at the Bomberman Bros. Tower...
The seven of the eight Bombermen were lounging about as Pretty was sitting next to Blue, looking at a scrapbook that was worn out. It also had the schematics of White during the time when he was the first Bomberman in history. Closing the book, she then got up and placed the book back into it's shelf. The pet Ballom they have then crawled up to her head and slept.
"*sigh* When was it that White ran away?"
"Last year... 3 months after the Grand Prix." Blue murmured out as he tried to lay himself onto a new position.
"I'm surprised that he ran from us after seeing what Pink did last time... Maybe he isn't used used to resting anymore?"
"Sis, we are talking about our oldest sibling. The first Mitsumori-class Bomberman. Of course he isn't. I think he's... You know... Paranoid." The blue robot then slurred as he went back to sleep.
"Maybe he is worried about us..." Pretty then whispered to herself as she then stared at the 7pm sky. "*knock! knock! knock!* I'll get it!"
The door opened and revealed a rusted Mighty without his shades. The Bomberman gave a sad and weary smile while waving. "Hey Pretty..."
"White?! Why did you run from us?!"
"I'll tell you guys when we are inside. It's urgent!" Looking back at the living room, Pretty called Black to gather everyone, who were jubilant to see him.
The only thing that was off setting was that Mighty kept having a cold aura surrounding him, not smiling at all unless it really was interesting. While Black was showing his cool gesture, Mighty did not loosen his at all.
"What is this about, White? Is it important?"
"... Someone's planning to bomb the tower on midnight." The former Bomberman Bro. grunted out as he stared out the window. He saw some orange lights out on the streets. Those aren't Esrever's goons.
"Don't worry! We can bomb 'em all da-" "Don't..." Red was cut of by Mighty. "This is a human mob-boss that we are talking about. Black?"
"Yup?"
"There should be a computer chip underneath my bed. There's something I have to show you guys before we pack everything up."
"W- Wait, pack up?" Pink asked out loud, gaining signs of agreement from the others. When Black arrived with the chip, Mighty grabbed a tablet and shown them his first few memories.
Mitsumori Bomberman #01 (Project Bomberman White)
All limbs fully functional
Tokurami Common Sense...
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Complete!
Khanahara Explosives Generation system...
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Complete!
Asimov 3 Laws of Robotics...
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Complete!
Autonomous AI Regulation...
Booting up...
Complete!
Welcome Bomberman!
"Wh- Where am I?" The newly awakened White Bomber asked as he looked around for answers. He was lying on a metal bed and tested his neck and looked at his surroundings.
"In the Mitsumori Android Development Facility room 7-A1." An aged man spoke through one of the speakers.
"Wh- What am I?"
"You, MB1, White Bomber, are the first of your kind. The Bomberman prototype technically. Now, any questions, Young android?" Knowing that there were rules during the time he was programmed and wants to understand his orders, he asked one question.
"What are the 3 laws of Robotics and Tokurami Common sense?"
"The first rule is that you cannot allow harm to any Human being. That includes pain that you inflict on them. The second rule is that you must follow all orders that a human gives unless it contradicts the first law... The last is for your very preservation: You must defend yourself from all harm unless it contradicts the first or second laws. The ultimate failsafe for those laws is your common sense, MB1. You have the choice to enable and disable your 3 Laws any time... Meaning that if a human, building or any other living being is threatened by another human, only you have the choice to exterminate them. You will be the first and last robot to have this kind of programming." The voice then commented with a sigh.
"Okay... Last question: Who are you?" The voice chuckled happily from that last part.
"I am Doctor Ein! And I am your creator!" The Bomberman prototype then blinked in confusion. "*sigh! smack!* I MADE you! Let's test your legs, shall we?"
The video continued on for a few minutes as the nine watched the video. When it ended, Mighty then went to what used to be his room, grabbed a wooden trunk that was next to his bed and opened it, revealing Remote Bombs and a Bomb Kick power up. He then grabbed some grenades that were next to those power ups.
"All of you must get out of here. In 4 hours, the mob boss is going to try destroying everything! So pack your stuff and hide for a few hours! I'll hold them off this time!" When the Bomberman Bros. protested, he lost his patience. "OUT OF THE F#CKING TOWER RIGHT NOW! THIS IS WHY I RAN AWAY! ALL OF YOU DON'T TAKE ORDERS! GO!"
When the Bomberman Bros. left, Mighty sat on the sofa's arm-rest and covered his face with his ball-like hands. Contemplating on what he should do, he kept thinking for the next two hours. After those two hours passed, he decided to booby-trap the living room.
An hour passed now. He prepared to give Esrever and his men the worst fight of their life by locking the door and shutting down the generator. 'Leave no survivors. Shutting down laws 1 and 2.' He thought as shut himself down, using the neck piece to cover his entire face.
Midnight struck, Esrever's goons haven't arrived. Mighty could only see from his antenna's 360 camera. Until they started breaking the windows in order to get in. There were eighteen men in total. He doesn't know where the boss is, but he then noticed an armored man with jet black hair and a glowing scar on his jugular opening the door. That was Esrever. He turned on the lights, only to notice that the generator was shut off.
When Esrever and his men looked around, they tried to find the Bombermen up to no avail. The living room was empty, prompting Mighty to trun himself on and stand in the middle of the room, awaiting for their arrival. He did hear some stuff though, such as how the reason why they were here was that they were going to forcibly enlist Aqua as a slave after she refused and fought back one of the staff members of Esrever's illegal arms company. He even heard some charges get installed in each room. When the first henchman walked into the living room, he struck, forcibly ripping out his windpipe.
The next few then signaled their boss to come to the living room after seeing the sight. Noticing that the door was closed, Esrever then saw the mangled body of one of his henchmen.
"*sigh* We lost a good man today. Men, are the charges prepped?"
"Green sir!"
"Green!"
"Yes sir!"
"Ready to blow!"
"Ready!"
"It's green!"
"Mine's gr- *Beep!* What the hell?! My explosive got shut off!" After hearing that, the other demolitionists then saw their bombs get shut down one by one.
When they saw a figure jumping through the window, they opened fire with their silenced assault rifles. The figure wasn't harmed at all. All Esrever had to say was this: "The hell are you?"
"... You guys tired to enslave one of my kind... Tried to bomb their home... I'll tell you what I am... I am the mighty bomber, the Dangerous Bomber."
Chpater 2 end...
