A/n: Yay, let's see what kinda screwed up day Roger had ? Shall we? We
shall.
It's now 8:43 am and I still haven't been able to get into Fanfiction.com GRRRRR. Okay, so I've been reading fan fics and people have like 414 reviews, and im like how the hell did they get that many? Ohwell, it just seems slightly ridiculous but whatever. Anyway.
Yes last chapter and this chapter are being written back to back.
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Disclaimer: Spook is my insane and lonely genius guy, sorta creepy at times but I like him nonetheless, probably since he's my baby in a way. But other than him I own nothing of Big O.
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Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 4-B - And Pieces
Roger raised the mug to his lips as he watched the snow fall silently outside. 'Snow, already? I could have sworn it was just summer not to long ago. Ohwell, time flies.' He shrugged it off. The negotiator realized that he had been taking a lot of liberties lately. Roger wasn't questioning things as much as he used to. Some part of him wouldn't let him. Deep down he knew this dream would end; every day was an uphill battle with himself. Negotiating was always a lengthy process.
"Sir, here is the information on the black mega duce that you asked for. I'm sorry but there wasn't much, basically just Dastun's damage reports about various attacks on the city, there are some snap shots as well." The officer informed him as he sat the folder down on Roger's desk.
"Thank you. You may go now." The Negotiator said pulling his gaze away from the window.
"Yes, sir." The officer said, saluting Roger before exiting.
Roger took a seat behind his desk and began flipping through the photos of Big O. 'Yep, it looks the same as always', he thought as he analyzed each picture. Whatever he was looking for wasn't there. There were no clues as to who was controlling the Big O. 'Why would there be?' He scolded himself. 'It could be anyone; maybe it's no one. Is it acting on its own?' The negotiator pushed the photos aside, taking a sip of his coffee before returning his gaze to the paperwork in front of him.
"What the hell?" He gasped aloud-pushing paper after paper aside. "Is this some sort of joke?" He growled low in his throat before pushing the entire folder off his desk violently. Followed by his coffee mug, which smashed into pieces as it hit the wall. Coffee sprayed everywhere and Roger just sat there staring off into space. His right eye twitched, and he growled again.
"Each and every god-damned piece. . . What. . . the. . ." He mumbled between clenched teeth. 'How could that be?' Every paper was either blank, or the script was primarily composed of upside down and backwards letters and numbers. Crazy drawings and swirls decorated the pages as well. His fist clenched and he pounded it against his desk. Beads of sweat poured from his brow, small breaths escaped him.
The door to his office burst open and Dastun rushed in. "Roger! Another mega duce is attacking in Dome 5! We have to get over there right away!"
Roger looked up at him for a moment, confusion, anger, and some other un- readable emotion shown on his handsome face. "Alright," he said, standing. "Let's go."
'It's time to find out once and for all what the hell is going on here. Big O is the only one who can show me.'
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Big O had already begun battle with another strange looking mega duce before Roger and Dastun had even arrived. The two officers exited the car quickly, watching in horror as the two machines battled against each other. People frantically ran from the scene as large chunks of the surrounding buildings fell from the sky. The pavement cracked and crumbled under the strain of the two fighting megadii. Roger tried his best to hold his ground and not tumble over. While Dastun kept moving, ushering people away, and barking orders at the low-level officers. 'How does he do this everyday?' Roger wondered as he fought once more to keep his composure.
Finally after what seemed like hours to Roger, Big O pulled off its finishing move. The twin pistons flew back. Roger pictured himself pulling off this move a thousand times in his head before it actually occurred. He could feel the controls in his hands even though nothing was there. Big O punched the mismatched mega duce as both pistons came crushing forward knocking the garbage pile of a machine to the ground. Pieces flew everywhere, obviously whoever created that thing had not spent a great deal of time on it. It had been created with much haste; Roger was knocked off his feet by the shockwave emitted from its fall. "BIG O!" He shouted as he fell, he extended one arm out reaching for the black mega duce. To his surprise the mega duce abruptly stopped, it appeared to be looking over its shoulder at him. The negotiator gaped up at his old companion, shock and fear playing across his face.
"B-Biiig O. . .?" He gasped, not bothering to pull himself off the ground.
Right before his eyes Big O's face lifted, revealing the cockpit hidden underneath. He could barely make out the figure seated there; even the outline of their form was barely visible.
"Who . . .?" He questioned. His eyebrows twitched uncontrollably, and sweat poured down his brow. Shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand he squinted, trying to get a better view of the person piloting Big O.
'It could be anyone. . . '
What once seemed to be one person was in fact two. The figures stood, one moving from their seated position behind the controls rather quickly, the other was slower but together they emerged from the shadows and confines of the black mega duce.
Roger's jaw dropped in shock, he felt himself begin to shake uncontrollably at the sight of the two figures in front of him. His mind raced, his face twitched, and he couldn't muster enough coherency to even speak.
The smaller figure leaned forward slightly at a very awkward angle. Dark eyes stared down at Roger's shocked form.
"Roger Smith." They said in a very strange yet familiar tone.
"Yes, hello Roger Smith." The other taller, broader, figure said leaning forward as well. A very muscular arm extended above his head using Big O to support the weight. His other arm lay limp at his side, obviously wounded. "How are you feeling?" The figure asked smirking, and Roger began to pant and stutter uncontrollably, he knew that smirk. He had perfected it, and now he hated it.
"Y-You!" He yelled
The figure raised a broad eyebrow at the negotiator. "Me? What did I do?" He asked innocently.
"Y-you. . . y-you're. . . "
The smaller figure moved forward even more, she was now teetering on the edge of the mega duce's cockpit. "Roger. . . Don't let this happen. . . You have to . . . "
"ROGER!" Dastun yelled interrupting the very confusing scene. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"Dastun. . . I. . . " Roger muttered, still unable to get his emotions in check.
The officer quickly hefted the negotiator off the ground; he glanced up at the Big O raising an eyebrow. The girl made a motion to speak but Dastun once again cut her off.
"We don't have time for this Smith! You're butler just called, Dorothy is in labor right now!"
"Roger!" She yelled again, her tone actually sounding slightly aggravated.
He turned his gaze to her once more. "R. Dorothy. . . "
"She knows, don't let this happen. You have to make it stop." She warned him.
"I cant. I don't know what to do. "
"Don't let them suck you in."
Roger stared up at her for a few moments before tearing his eyes away from her pale face. Her black dress whipped against her pale legs and her short red hair fluttered against her face. She looked eerily beautiful but he couldn't bear to look at her anymore. He had his wife, and their child to find.
"See I told you he wouldn't listen. He's playing a part. He no longer cares about the real world." The taller figure said stubbornly, holding his wounded arm; the blood from the abrasion mixing in with the crimson color of his finely tailored suit.
"Stop it Roger. He does care. He's part of us." She said before turning her back on him. R. Dorothy stepped back into the cockpit followed by Roger's strange alter ego.
Roger stared down at the ground for a few moments before Dastun's annoying yelling once again interrupted him.
"Smith! Don't you even care that you're wife is in labor?!"
Roger's head shot up. "Let's go!" He shouted over the roar of sirens, pushing Dastun towards the car, neither noticing the retreating black mega duce. As they drove away in a frenzy.
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a/n: Cliffy?
It's now 8:43 am and I still haven't been able to get into Fanfiction.com GRRRRR. Okay, so I've been reading fan fics and people have like 414 reviews, and im like how the hell did they get that many? Ohwell, it just seems slightly ridiculous but whatever. Anyway.
Yes last chapter and this chapter are being written back to back.
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Disclaimer: Spook is my insane and lonely genius guy, sorta creepy at times but I like him nonetheless, probably since he's my baby in a way. But other than him I own nothing of Big O.
+-
Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 4-B - And Pieces
Roger raised the mug to his lips as he watched the snow fall silently outside. 'Snow, already? I could have sworn it was just summer not to long ago. Ohwell, time flies.' He shrugged it off. The negotiator realized that he had been taking a lot of liberties lately. Roger wasn't questioning things as much as he used to. Some part of him wouldn't let him. Deep down he knew this dream would end; every day was an uphill battle with himself. Negotiating was always a lengthy process.
"Sir, here is the information on the black mega duce that you asked for. I'm sorry but there wasn't much, basically just Dastun's damage reports about various attacks on the city, there are some snap shots as well." The officer informed him as he sat the folder down on Roger's desk.
"Thank you. You may go now." The Negotiator said pulling his gaze away from the window.
"Yes, sir." The officer said, saluting Roger before exiting.
Roger took a seat behind his desk and began flipping through the photos of Big O. 'Yep, it looks the same as always', he thought as he analyzed each picture. Whatever he was looking for wasn't there. There were no clues as to who was controlling the Big O. 'Why would there be?' He scolded himself. 'It could be anyone; maybe it's no one. Is it acting on its own?' The negotiator pushed the photos aside, taking a sip of his coffee before returning his gaze to the paperwork in front of him.
"What the hell?" He gasped aloud-pushing paper after paper aside. "Is this some sort of joke?" He growled low in his throat before pushing the entire folder off his desk violently. Followed by his coffee mug, which smashed into pieces as it hit the wall. Coffee sprayed everywhere and Roger just sat there staring off into space. His right eye twitched, and he growled again.
"Each and every god-damned piece. . . What. . . the. . ." He mumbled between clenched teeth. 'How could that be?' Every paper was either blank, or the script was primarily composed of upside down and backwards letters and numbers. Crazy drawings and swirls decorated the pages as well. His fist clenched and he pounded it against his desk. Beads of sweat poured from his brow, small breaths escaped him.
The door to his office burst open and Dastun rushed in. "Roger! Another mega duce is attacking in Dome 5! We have to get over there right away!"
Roger looked up at him for a moment, confusion, anger, and some other un- readable emotion shown on his handsome face. "Alright," he said, standing. "Let's go."
'It's time to find out once and for all what the hell is going on here. Big O is the only one who can show me.'
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Big O had already begun battle with another strange looking mega duce before Roger and Dastun had even arrived. The two officers exited the car quickly, watching in horror as the two machines battled against each other. People frantically ran from the scene as large chunks of the surrounding buildings fell from the sky. The pavement cracked and crumbled under the strain of the two fighting megadii. Roger tried his best to hold his ground and not tumble over. While Dastun kept moving, ushering people away, and barking orders at the low-level officers. 'How does he do this everyday?' Roger wondered as he fought once more to keep his composure.
Finally after what seemed like hours to Roger, Big O pulled off its finishing move. The twin pistons flew back. Roger pictured himself pulling off this move a thousand times in his head before it actually occurred. He could feel the controls in his hands even though nothing was there. Big O punched the mismatched mega duce as both pistons came crushing forward knocking the garbage pile of a machine to the ground. Pieces flew everywhere, obviously whoever created that thing had not spent a great deal of time on it. It had been created with much haste; Roger was knocked off his feet by the shockwave emitted from its fall. "BIG O!" He shouted as he fell, he extended one arm out reaching for the black mega duce. To his surprise the mega duce abruptly stopped, it appeared to be looking over its shoulder at him. The negotiator gaped up at his old companion, shock and fear playing across his face.
"B-Biiig O. . .?" He gasped, not bothering to pull himself off the ground.
Right before his eyes Big O's face lifted, revealing the cockpit hidden underneath. He could barely make out the figure seated there; even the outline of their form was barely visible.
"Who . . .?" He questioned. His eyebrows twitched uncontrollably, and sweat poured down his brow. Shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand he squinted, trying to get a better view of the person piloting Big O.
'It could be anyone. . . '
What once seemed to be one person was in fact two. The figures stood, one moving from their seated position behind the controls rather quickly, the other was slower but together they emerged from the shadows and confines of the black mega duce.
Roger's jaw dropped in shock, he felt himself begin to shake uncontrollably at the sight of the two figures in front of him. His mind raced, his face twitched, and he couldn't muster enough coherency to even speak.
The smaller figure leaned forward slightly at a very awkward angle. Dark eyes stared down at Roger's shocked form.
"Roger Smith." They said in a very strange yet familiar tone.
"Yes, hello Roger Smith." The other taller, broader, figure said leaning forward as well. A very muscular arm extended above his head using Big O to support the weight. His other arm lay limp at his side, obviously wounded. "How are you feeling?" The figure asked smirking, and Roger began to pant and stutter uncontrollably, he knew that smirk. He had perfected it, and now he hated it.
"Y-You!" He yelled
The figure raised a broad eyebrow at the negotiator. "Me? What did I do?" He asked innocently.
"Y-you. . . y-you're. . . "
The smaller figure moved forward even more, she was now teetering on the edge of the mega duce's cockpit. "Roger. . . Don't let this happen. . . You have to . . . "
"ROGER!" Dastun yelled interrupting the very confusing scene. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"Dastun. . . I. . . " Roger muttered, still unable to get his emotions in check.
The officer quickly hefted the negotiator off the ground; he glanced up at the Big O raising an eyebrow. The girl made a motion to speak but Dastun once again cut her off.
"We don't have time for this Smith! You're butler just called, Dorothy is in labor right now!"
"Roger!" She yelled again, her tone actually sounding slightly aggravated.
He turned his gaze to her once more. "R. Dorothy. . . "
"She knows, don't let this happen. You have to make it stop." She warned him.
"I cant. I don't know what to do. "
"Don't let them suck you in."
Roger stared up at her for a few moments before tearing his eyes away from her pale face. Her black dress whipped against her pale legs and her short red hair fluttered against her face. She looked eerily beautiful but he couldn't bear to look at her anymore. He had his wife, and their child to find.
"See I told you he wouldn't listen. He's playing a part. He no longer cares about the real world." The taller figure said stubbornly, holding his wounded arm; the blood from the abrasion mixing in with the crimson color of his finely tailored suit.
"Stop it Roger. He does care. He's part of us." She said before turning her back on him. R. Dorothy stepped back into the cockpit followed by Roger's strange alter ego.
Roger stared down at the ground for a few moments before Dastun's annoying yelling once again interrupted him.
"Smith! Don't you even care that you're wife is in labor?!"
Roger's head shot up. "Let's go!" He shouted over the roar of sirens, pushing Dastun towards the car, neither noticing the retreating black mega duce. As they drove away in a frenzy.
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a/n: Cliffy?