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"I am the mighty bomber, the Dangerous Bomber!"
Placing down four Remote Bombs, Mighty kicked the four into different directions: The windows and the front door.
"Mighty Bomber? I see a spineless, bulletproof, METAL wimp! Boys, sic 'em!" Swapping their assault rifles for 12 gauge shotguns and their personal weapons, the 16 men then opened fire at tehe now fleeing Mighty Bomber, who detonated the Remote Bombs next to the windows and roasted three of those men alive. Looking around for some cover, Esrever took aim and fired at Mighty, cracking the victim's face as they both fell on their sides.
"Man down! Man down!" One of the men shouted out in response to the explosion.
"Leave this place already! I killed 4 of your buddies! Don't make me do it again!" Looking for an exit, Esrever watched as his men 'valiantly sacrifice' their lives as they blew rounds that penetrated the white Bomberman's body. With no other option as the 9 kept firing, the bomb at the door detonated, killing 6 this time. Watching the three survivors, Esrever included, gather around him, he sighed and placed down one more bomb. "You're *groan* never gonna get any of my sisters! Leave *cough* them alone..."
"Hm? *Grabs Mighty by the neck...* Say that again, please?" Esrever calmly growled out as he choked the robot he was holding by the neck. Sparks flew as Mighty's neck was punctured as he prepared to detonate the last bomb. Esrever never noticed that though, he grinned maliciously as he watched the sparks fly.
"I- *kzzt* Said... LEAVE AQUA ALONE!!!" Detonating the last Remote Bomb, the flames killed another goon and seared the arms dealer's lips and left cheek. Losing his grip, Esrever dropped his left hand's weapon.
"*caresses his wound...* Grr... Aqua, huh? Alright then... I have a descision now."
"*kzzt! kzzt!* R- Really?!"
"Yes, I do."
"What is it then?!
"Sir? What will we do about the corpses?" The only goon in the room asked out loud as he then spotted a group of orange lights hobble near the entrance.
"Not now, Ardez, I'm in the middle of a conversation!" Esrever called out before talking to Mighty.
"What's the decision then?" The arms dealer then looked at Ardez and then to Mighty, the unit formerly known as MB1/White Bomber.
"This 'Aqua' girl you speak of? ... I'LL PUT 'ER IN ONE O' MY WHOREHOUSES!" Esrever roared out and hurled Mighty out of the tower without second thought... Straight into a nearby river.
"*ker-splash!* Aqua... I'm sorry I failed you guys..." Mighty whispered out as he sank to the bottom of the river, blacking out in the process.
"... How bad is the wound, Ardez?" Esrever asked out loud to the only member in the room.
"Part of your beard is gone, sir. You can't grow it back."
" It's alright... We lost good people in the progress." Ardez then places his hand on Esrever's shoulders.
"They were tools, sir. We are all tools to our own desires."
"Indeed, Ardez." The two walked off and met up with more of Esrever's men. With them were eight tied up, gagged and defeated Bombermen Bros. Esrever then towards a trembling Aqua and gave a sick smile. "Aqua, right?"
"mhmph (Uhuh)?"
"It's sad, really! Your brother's gone... I hope you like being a prostitute." Bursting into tears, Aqua was forcefully dragged across the hard cement and tossed into the trunk of a limosine. Green leaned onto a broken-hearted Pink's shoulder and face planted his tears. "*thud!* Hehe... Looks like the Bomberman Bros. have finally disbanded! Starting with unit MB80901, the Aqua Bomber! I hope you all die! Ciao."
Rolling off into the distance in the same limo Aqua was forced into, Esrever grinned as he lit a cigar. Perhaps this will be a new start for his company... Why not call it a syndicate?
"Mmph Whmp (First White)... Hmph Hmphhmph (Now Aqua)?!" Pink asked in a muffled tone. Yellow then nodded sadly.
"Wmph hmph (We lost)..."
3 days later...
Mighty's face slowly flickered to life as he laid next to a fire pit. It was cold, it was raining, lightning was striking two trees for some reason and it smelled like clay, algae, ozone, butter and ashes. Across him was another Mitsumori-Bomberman class with white and violet accents, eating some popcorn as she laid on a hammock. For some reason, on one of the trees was a white skirt and an armored violet bra. From his data, this is one of those defective Bombermen who went missing just because of their haywire abilities... Just from looking at the two white antennae on either side of her head.
"*crunch* Corn like this shouldn't even be wasted on being eaten whole. *crunch! crunch! sigh!* I'm so lonely..." As Mighty got up, the MB unit raised her left hand and fired a lightning bolt at the fire, refueling it for the next batch of popcorn she was going to have for dinner. The MB unit then spotted Mighty and clamored. "You're alive!"
Mighty looked at his algae speckled body. "I guess so... Where am I?"
"Uh... Where are we agai- Oh! Right! We are at the Bungeling Bay Forest!"
"Bungeling Bay?! But that's a day and a half from the Ujaneki City!" The MB unit shrugged.
"You washed up on the shore when I was setting up camp here... Name's Zhael! MB4730!" The defect said as she extended a hand to Mighty.
"... Name's... *sigh* My name is White, also known as MB1! When we are in public, just call me Mighty, got it?" Mighty asked as he shook Zhael's hand.
"Got it! Uh... Want some popcorn? First... Bomberman in... History?" Zhael then asked in a nervous tone, opening a can of freshly made popcorn. "I use my weird lightning powers to cook my food and power stuff... Yikes! I can sing lots of songs though!"
"That's okay! I like popcorn!" Mighty exclaimed as he accepted the food. "I also sing, Zhael. It's what I used to do before I was thrown into the river."
"Wow... What happened to you?"
"An illegal arms seller enslaved the Bomberman Bros. *sigh* I just hope they can be safe... What about you?"
"... I'm just a runaway defective unit that's trying to not be scrapped! It's depressing when I think of it."
"*crunch* Just don't try to coquette me, okay?"
"How funny. I don't see anything that's valuble on you. I could use a travel partner though!"
"... I don't know... I have lots of things to do."
"Like what?"
"I have to save the Bomberman Bros. and save them from becoming a bunch of prostitutes, slaves and hobos." Zhael then coughed in offense to the last part before slapping Mighty.
"*smack!* I'm literally a hobo! And this hobo wants an apology!"
"*sigh* Sorry... I- I just want to protect them from having a horrible future. I want to protect everyone from that."
"White, just let me come with you! We can make money through singing and use the cash for equipment!"
"... Okay then. Just promise me that you won't double-cross me."
"Hehe! Don't worry!"
Chapter 3 end...
