Fandom: Megaman Legends
Title: Surprise!
Subject: The Reaverbots' Day Off
Wordcount: 354. OH NOES.
Pairing: N/A
Characters: Trigger, insignificant amount of Roll
Rating: G
Notes: Getting better, FG. Much better... Now we're getting back to your weird non-dramatic roots...

"Megaman!" The transmission crackled, Roll's voice seeping through muddled and warped. "Be… ful down… okay?"

This did not sit well in Megaman's gut. He stopped at a large door, the usual (for he had been digging for so long and felt as if he had seen everything) techno smatter tracing it. "Roll! I'm losing you!"

"Wh… man?"

"Roll!"

Static. The transmission went dead.

Great.

With a sigh, Megaman turned his attention back to the door before him. Who knows what was on the other side? His track record with ominous doors deep in some ruin had not been so hot: large reaverbot behind the door, large pirate behind the door, large robotic thing that was not a reaverbot hell-bent on killing him for some unknown reason behind the door…

But he was still alive. That had to account for something given his fame as a digger and apparent notoriety.

Megaman briefly checked his buster, giving it a once over and maybe a test firing or two, before sucking it all in and fiddling with the door controls. No keycard or something needed. Good enough. He cautiously entered the dark room.

Okay, correction: somewhat dark. There was a dim hanging light swinging about nearby, surrounded by…reaverbots?

"Hey, hey!" a tinny voice growled.

Megaman's eyes went wide, dumbfounded. "W-wait! You things can talk?"

"Yeah, we can talk," a reaverbot snapped. Megaman quickly recognized it as one of the occasional "spider monkeys" that would hang from the ceiling and pummel him with bombs. "Now, please. Can you let us play our game in peace? Sheesh."

Megaman's eyes were completely adjusted at this point, he now seeing the turf green table the sentry robots surrounded. All of them had small pincer-like devices protruding from the upper portion of their body clamping on a fan of cards.

Wait a moment…

"We're on break, kid!" another reaverbot snorted. "You can shoot us and stuff later."

"I wouldn't mind, actually" sighed a giant, dog-like one that sounded alarmingly too gentlemanly. "The zakobon is bloody beatin' me!"

The little zakobon giggled as the dog slammed his "paw" on the table in frustration.

Fin