"BASS!"

A sapphire coated boy, no taller than the other boy he seeks, adjusted the energy output of his leg boosters. A sharp bark followed after he landed safely in front of the two robots who were wandering the forest. Both parties lock their eyes, just waiting for each other to initiate another battle. They let a good few minutes to past as they tried to figure out what the other was thinking about. Soon, it got Bass irritated.

"Why if it isn't the city's pet! If it's about the trash at the back of your house, all I can say is that they've asked for it." He waved to dismiss the guilt which Rock was trying to drop onto him.

Rock squinted at his spiteful remark "No, they didn't. I knew that I smelt something fishy." Bass widened his eyes in anger, "Why Bass? We made a perfect dual the last time we joint forces, why revert back to the old pointless rivalry?"

"You're wrong as always, Rock! When will you grow up? Destroying you is why I am made for. Regardless how many times you break my limbs, it's only a matter of time when you will finally be reduced to just another fragment in the soils of the Earth. Hmmm...let's say, 99% by tomorrow." Treble felt braver and took a step forward and growled.

Despite his urge to jump right there and then to prevent what ever was installed for him, he shimmered down a little and let his curiosity get the better of him. "99.9%? Aren't you over-ambitious as always?"

"Indeed I was, but this time, it would take a miracle for you to escape my wrath. And that's why it only takes up 0.1%. Right Treble?" He was answered with a confident yap from his faithful sidekick.

"Come over to the Skull fortress tomorrow and play with us if you're not just a kid as you were made to be. There won't be any absurd robot masters this time, Rock. I'll let you bring as much friends as you wish, for all they do is to delay time as we demonstrate how your death may be. Be there!" Bass facial expression tensed and formed an eerie atmosphere. Without further intimidation, Bass and Treble fell into two bolts of particles and zipped to somewhere which Rock knew that it is completely inane to search him out again.

'Bass...he is the most complicated robot, almost...almost as enigmatic as my dad.' Rock carried the usual worried heart and ignited his leg boosters to get the scoop back to Dr. Light as soon as possible.

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Enabling optical receptors Running basic language knowledge Personality to be influenced by environment... Optical receptors are receiving images...deciphering reflected visible light rays. External interaction overall controls now passed to subject 000

"Gya hah hah hah! Rise my ultimate creation, prove to the world my superior intelligence!" A shadowy figure fused into the view of the newborn. A weak feeling surged through his neural circuits...fear. But then, another fresh voice entered the room which flushed away that heart-constricting emotion. The newborn sipped at this strange but fascinating information as if tasting bitter wine.

"Shut up! You're freaking him out!" Bass appeared over the newborn and smirked from one metal sound receptor to another, melting the ice on his back and melting the numbness in his muscles. "So what's his name? Wait, let me name him! I'm not gonna let you humiliate anymore innocent robots' dignity!"

"Silence! Too late, I've already had one in mind and give me ten reasons why I can't name my own work!" Dr. Wily demanded but was not in the mood to accept any. So he spoke before Bass could 'smart' him down again. "He is competent, in camaraderie terms, loyal and suicidal, like Kamikaze pilots... ..." He ended with a japanese accent.

"Zero..." Bass just let that word flow out of his mind.

"What?" Dr. Wily was pleasantly surprised.

"What what?" Bass responded without knowing what he had just slipped into the discussion of a less frivolous name.

The light behind Dr. Wily was still emitted steadily and continue to make him look as dark as the rest of the room which were untouched by the substitute lighting due to the breakage from the supply of electricity. Now, all attention was on the partially-conscious 'twin' of Bass.

He peeked glared merrily into the cradle hesitantly and pondered a while longer. Soon, there was no point thinking of another, because, 'Zero' was the perfect fit for the red armored devil.

Trying to flex a muscle or two, the new born decided to lay still for a moment longer. He had the feeling that he may never rest again after he rose.