"Even your sister. Love, Forte."
Rock froze. Roll. He had forgotten her. She must have been worried, or upset at least. He needed to check up on her.
He tried to transform a megabuster, but the bracelet zapped him with electricity, giving off his location and stunning him so he fell down. Facefirst, into the ground.
Gospelboost arrived triumphantly.
"I'm not going to fight you, Forte," Rock said, staring the beast in the eye. It responded by pinning him against the tree he had been on top of, and said, "Your choice, Rockman."
Gospelboost looked into his prey's eyes…his blue…blue…sparkly…kindly…wait…wait…whose thought…
"You don't want to kill me either, do you?" Rock asked, searching the confused look on the face of his attacker.
"Rock…" the voice was strained, and the wings were changing from purple to gold. "I want to…"
Rock paused in his struggling. Gospelboost was holding him in place. His face filled with terror as Gospelboost lowered his head.
NO!! Gospel, damn you! Don't make me do this!!!
He's not going to fight you, is he? I've already sensed that Submissive has this soft spot in your heart…
There is none, so you've been wrong! I want to rip him to pieces!! Let me destroy him!! Now!!
Their lips touched. The snowy ground seemed far away from the both of them, up in the air. Rock noted it wasn't a mocking, false kiss. It was truly meant. He was unsure of what to do at first. It kinda feels good… So…who's doing it?
Gospel!!! I'll kill you!! I swear it!! I'll skin you and give your parts to Wily!!
Relax. It feels natural, doesn't it?
I'm not that way, Gospel!! You know it! Forte felt anger burning inside him, but Gospel held both Forte and Rockman there for some time. Not like they needed to breathe or anything. Forte calmed down eventually, giving in to the position he was in, plotting how to stop it.
Don't stop it…it's warm…and it's cold on the ground…
Rock had shut his eyes. It had been a long time, and he wasn't getting anywhere. He had a suspicion had Gospel and Forte were having a debate somewhere, and he wasn't included.
Don't stop it… Forte relaxed slowly, waiting for the time to get up. Get lost…he's soft,
What the…
Forte was aware of falling as time ran out. The two biroids fell to the snow, but Rock had already fallen asleep from the pain and discomfort and the lack of attention paid to him. Forte got up, wondering where the hell Gospel was, and saw Rock in the snow, defenseless.
"I call the shots now," he said to no one in particular, transforming his Forte buster. He held it there for a long time.