Carrying bags, the two teenagers walked through the square. One was wearing a black leather jacket with red shoulders, the other a jacket of the exact same type, but with blue shoulders. The one in red wore black shades over his eyes, and carried his backpack slung over one shoulder in a way that would make any chiropracter wince. The other had his backpack on the way it was supposed to go, both straps over his shoulders, and gazed into the sky for a moment with crisp blue eyes. He looked a little younger than his friend, but the three scars on one cheek added years to his appearance.

"Is it just me, Bane, or is this place awfully deserted?" He remarked, glancing around. A plaza like this ought to be filled with people. Instead, it was empty, and he could see discarded drinks and food, as if people had left in a hurry. Even an unmanned chip truck.

"It's just you." Bane answered absently, making Rock snort.

"No, I really think-" They were both interrupted by a loud explosion, and looked up to see a blue robot facing off with a black one...

"Hmm, that looks familiar." Bane said conversationally as Rock struggled not to swallow his tongue.

"Yeah, doesn't it." They both watched as the pair crashed into the side of an office building, and Rock winced. "I hope that was evacuated."

"Quite." Bane watched curiously as he saw... himself, in a way, lift off with Mega Man clinging to him. They were both looking quite battered.

"Should we do anything about this?" Rock finally asked, more than a little uncomfortable. Bane shook his head.

"No. We don't know enough about this world. For all we know, this is some twisted mirror universe where Bass is the good guy." Rock made a tremendously disgusted face at the thought, which Bane pretended not to notice. "Either way, lets go before either of them get the bright idea of taking hostages."

"Right..." The both walked off, ignoring the explosions and expletives behind them...

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"Ahh, this isn't bad, is it?" Bane was wearing only a swimsuit, sunbathing on the roof of his brand new, extra-large winebago. Rock was there as well, reading a book. "No one trying to hunt us... shoot us... kill us..."

"No source of income at all..." Rock replied absently. Bane lifted his head just enough to glare at Rock.

"Why do you have to bring reality into this?" He sighed, settling back down. "I know, I know. I've been trying to get feelers into the black market, but I'm starting to think there just isn't much of one around here. This world is so... well run. Everything I've seen and encountered makes this place look squeaky clean. The government seems... honest!" Bane's tone made it seem like a shocking, but delightful discovery. Rock smiled wryly.

"Yes, it does. Unfortunately, we're both totally without degrees, or any kind of legal identification." Rock sighed. "Those documents you falsified won't stand up to serious investigation."

"I know." Bane said drowsily. "But that's why I was thinking... I saw an ad in the newspaper. For Megacon."

"For what?" Rock shot him a confused look, and Bane grinned slowly.

"A big fair, holiday, convention, all in your honor." Rock's book fell from his numb hands.

"It's not." He said in utter disbelief, and Bass laughed.

"Oh, but it is, and we're going." He said smugly.

"We're not!" Rock was completely aghast. The idea of a convention in his honor, even if it wasn't really him, was shocking enough... but the thought of GOING to it...

"Ah, but we are. There should be lots of robotic things there, and I want a chance to meet Dr. Light. I have a plan..." Bane stared into the sky dreamily, and Rock closed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on.

Bane's plans usually affected him that way.