A foreword...

I would have placed this separately from the drabble below but since I need to play my hands more carefully nowadays, it would be in your interest to read this first if you happen to NOT know what a drabble is. If you do know, skim over to the happy little line some ways below. There should be a drabble nestled down there waiting for you.

A drabble is:
A drabble is essentially a fanfiction snippet with no real plot or such. They usually resolve around a theme and relate to that theme in any way possible. It could be through a moment in time, a random reflection, a quick study of a character; you name it. They're just spurs of the moment, a random brainfart that had no place in your longer pieces. They're perfect for when you have that itch to write but don't really want to pound out and devote yourself to a full-length, unfinished work in search of a conclusion. They also do not take long to write and anyone can do it - you could think of them as exercises of sorts, a way to refine your writing before you tackle something larger. All you need is creativity.

They're easier to pull off than Nanowrimo. Trust me. (Won my first one, for your random information. X3)

Back on subject, you can sum up a drabble as a short piece centered around a theme. This is a collection of Megaman Legends/Rockman DASH drabbles and really really short stories that did not merit their own seperate story entries. These stories are independent unless otherwise noted, completely unrelated to each other. There is no "CONTINUE THIS;" these are ideas from the drabble theme and have little to no chance of being fleshed out into a full-length story. Who knows though. Call this little stash a bundle of inspiration.

Most of these have been written at the Drabble topic of the Megaman Legends Station forum, so a good chunk of the themes are not mine. Those I have written on my own outside of the theme will be noted.

No, there are no other Megaman series here. This is strictly Legends and its related games such as The Misadventures of Tron Bonne and Legend's sequel. If you want Classic, X or something like that, go somewhere else or wait until I become interested enough in those series to drabble for them. If you dislike Legends, then here's mud in your eye. I, Fire "Your Almighty Someone-Something That Writes Long Forwards" Griffin, am only catering to the underdog of the Rockman Empire. Nyeh. Pbbt.

Also, for your ease, I made a form that proceeds each drabble/short. Since I cannot make a table on contents and I am afraid of stretching this thing any more, here's the rundown:

Fandom: (We're mostly dealing with Legends so the most use I can make of this thing is state which game era the drabble takes place in.)
Title: (90 of the time, I have a name in mind.)
Theme: (Uh, the theme?)
Wordcount: (The limit I've set at the forum's topic was about 300. I develop some kind of curse later on and keep on making these short stories. Gah.)
Pairing: (If there is anything mushy?)
Characters: (Yeah, you're probably going to be just like me and only read stuff with your favorite characters in it. Admit it.)
Rating: (Probably will only go up to PG-13 since I want to add this to my almighty Rockman DASH fiction C2 community dealie.)
Notes: (Anything additional I feel like adding, mostly inspirations and the like. Any angst warnings and weirdo things to be wary of will be thrown here too, you will find I am... kind of out "there.")

There, we should be covered and ready to go.

Finally, if something here, for some reason, happens to be against Fanfiction- dot -Net's guidelines, I would rather you tell me in a review/E-MAIL me about it before resorting to the abuse report form. You know, out of politeness as I do the same to everyone else. I listen. Should problems occur, I am quite able to correct them. I have been on here for years and I would like to keep my account. Thank you.

And now we begin!

Fandom: Megaman Legends
Title: Lunch Hour
Subject: Stripe Burger
Wordcount: Exactly 300, believe it or not!
Pairing: N/A
Characters: The Servbots
Rating: PG, one mention of "damn"
Notes: Nothing too special. Just one moment in the life of working in the fast food industry with the servbots.

"Where's my order?" The sharp, hollow sound of a tightly balled fist slamming down on a countertop mangled the impatient words.

"W-we're having problems, s-sir," the robotic cashier, Number Eighteen, stuttered. It was hard trying to look up into the customer's angry, red face as he could hardly see past the ledge of the counter. The stool was for the cash register only, even though the idea of that serving as a barrier between him and the man sounded as good as an idea as any.

The man furiously jabbed his finger towards his watch. "Hurry it up! I have to be back at work at one! If I go back there late, I'm never coming here again! I'll sue!"

"But Sue is a girl's name," mumbled Number Eighteen, oblivious to the swarm of people, each just as disgruntled as the man, swelling around the counter. "Number Twelve, I think we should open another register. Hey, Number Twelve?"

Number Twelve was fast asleep under the counter.

"Order Three-Twenty-Eight!" chimed Number Twenty-Six, bursting in from the kitchen with a tray full of bags. "Your food is ready!"

Number Eighteen rescued the tray from the other servbot as he expectantly tripped and fell on his face. The tray was passed to the grouchy man, who left with a huff and an "about damn time!"

Before Twenty-Six could pick himself up off the floor, the man had shouldered his way through the mob and was back again. And madder than ever at that.

"You gave me nothing but wrappers and boxes!" he roared.

"But, but," the cashier whimpered, on the verge of tears. He glanced towards Number Twenty-Six, who shrugged.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Number Three, who was in charge of packaging the food, belched. It was only one little bite, or two.

Fin