This really is just a random fic based on an old idea that I sort of want to get out of my head. Yes, it's an AU, yes, it has Gender Benders, and, yes, you can hurt me if you don't like the fact that what could be your favorite Robot Master is altered in appearance, dead, injured, etc. Cutman's Point of View. (POV)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Megaman/Rockman Robot Masters! They belong to Keiji Inafune of Capcom.

Silently, patiently, I waited in the dark. Waiting for a sign… A sign that there was still hope in this war-infested place. Grabbing the handle of an extremely thick, rigid, seven-foot sword stained with blood and rust with my two hands, I stood up and stepped out of the cold, dusty basement, dragging the sword behind.

When I took small, steady steps up the ratty wooden stairs, I heard the sounds of the sword dragging itself from step to step. Just hearing it made my heart skip a beat. Since after the incident, I've become quite alert to everything around me. I cringe from thinking of that day… The day my friend betrayed us all.

As far as I could remember, that day was the worst part of my life. And because of that day, our lives fell apart, the other Robot Masters split up, never to see each other again, and my friend was never the same person again.

The day started normally: I was writing in my diary, everybody else was doing… probably things I don't know what, and my best friend, Elecman, a Robot Master with red and black armor, red gloves and boots, and yellow glasses, was doing regular housework. But when I sat alone on my bed, a plain, wooden one with white sheets and pillows, in one of the many bedrooms, writing my most personal thoughts onto a blank page of a blood-red journal, Elecman barged into the room, shaking.

"C…C-Cutman! The basement…" he snapped shockingly between exhaustive breaths, his dark blue eyes growing wide and turned a light blue. "It's on fire!"

After hearing this, I immediately closed the journal and reached the counter nearby for my Rolling Cutter, a round, scissors-like blade. "What are you waiting for? If this fire spreads, it could burn down the whole house," I replied as I put on my orange helmet over my shoulder-length red hair, and followed Elecman out of the room to the basement.

Reaching halfway down the hallway, I slammed open a door, which revealed a set of wooden stairs, and dashed down the steps. When we reached the basement, a wall of blazing fire flickered wildly around us. Through the flames, a shadowy figure walked closer until it stopped several meters in front of me. The fire illuminated the figure's true form, a human-like being with a light orange and white armor, a sharp, dark eye, a scrawny physical appearance, and long, brown hair with bangs that covered his left eye.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Cutman, what they call the 'Midnight Blade', 'Redhead Mexican Swordsman', or my personal, favorite, 'Master of Many Blades'. But much unlike the many names you've been called, you don't seem to be equipped with anything other than a pair of blunt scissors," the figured teased as he chuckled and brushed his bangs. "But I can indeed tell it's you because of that scar you have," he continued as he gestured by making a lightning bolt-shaped scar across his right eye.

"Shut the hell up, Topman. Tell me why you're here," I snapped impatiently at the brown-haired humanoid.

I wanted to charge towards him, but before I could take a step, Elecman placed his hand onto my shoulder gently and said soothingly, "Cutman, if you go after him… This could be a trap." As I calmed down, I lowered my head in frustration, glaring at Topman.

"Hmm. As usual, the stubborn and arrogant types go after me. Unfortunately, most have perished before even touching me." I raised my head slightly in confusion. Topman chuckled again and said, "Many have perished due to their own foolishness. They don't know that I have… a few 'friends' with me. They think of me as a weak person and expect me to actually fight them without a few obstacles to go through." He paused as he raised a hand. "Isn't that right… Elecman?"

Without knowing of this until it was too late, Elecman drew out a silver, three-foot tall sword from behind him and held the blade around my throat. He had this psychotic look on his face; a face I've seen a few times before, but not as insanely crazy as this. He had the light blue eyes he had earlier, only they seemed to have a reddish shade to them. He also had a malicious grin on his face.

He laughed maniacally as he said, almost unable to control his laughter, "Ha! Time to… Ha ha… Die!" I clutched my hands onto the blade of the sword, and although they bled, I managed to prevent Elecman from cutting my throat. Suddenly, with his hand on my shoulder, he sent an electrical shock to rush throughout my body. The heat within my body rose as I collapsed to the floor face first. My body felt numb, yet I tell myself to stay awake.

Topman just laughed. "Well, I guess the 'Master' has lost his touch." He turned and walked away. But suddenly, Elecman raised the sword high above his head, and then threw it. The sword flew straight for Topman's head, but he noticed this and lowered his head, dodging it. He gave a smirk and said, "Elecman, I expected better from you. But you're worthless to me now."

Elecman, his hands shaking from rage, clutched Topman by the neck, and dug his fingers deeper into his flesh. "You… You bastard!" With the anger burning inside him, he sent a great amount of electrical power into Topman's body.

Topman choked as he tried to remove the insane Robot Master's hands from destroying him, "You're… Ugh. Insane!" Then with his breath before death, he whispered to Elecman, "You might… actually be worth something," and collapsed into the wall of fire, the flames licking his flesh.

Down on his knees and exhausted, Elecman noticed my almost unconscious body lying on the floor, panicked, and ran out of the basement, leaving me to die.

Luckily, the house didn't burn down completely, but the fire spread severely. All of the Robot Masters residing here had their reasons to leave, whether personal or for some reasons I can't explain, and some even left the country. Another fortunate thing was that I didn't die in the fire. I was slightly burned badly in some spots, but because of my recently upgraded armor, I couldn't overheat as fast as I used to before. Unfortunately, somehow Topman survived the burning, and still remains somewhere nearby, so I hope to myself that I won't meet him.

The number one thing I'm confused about was why. Why Elecman decided to betray me, but not why Topman burned the house. Topman's really just a cruel bastard that harms or destroys innocent beings, including Robot Masters, just for his own selfish needs. But sometimes, I get confused with him, because there were a few situations we were in, when Topman helped us. But most of the time, he's just someone who wants to prove he's better, and someone whom everyone hates his guts.

As I walked down the old, dark hallways, I hear the sound of a motor and the grinding sound blade repeatedly grinding against stone and wood. I tried to run, but the sword felt too heavy for me to walk any faster, let alone run. Then, the sounds suddenly stopped, and I stood still in my place. I saw a humanlike being with reddish armor on its upper body, arms, and legs, a green jewel on the center of its chest armor, and a reddish helmet with a glass covering on the front. Its head was lowered, but I know who it was.

"Cr-Crashman," I said to the being. "Is… Is that you?" The being walked up to me reluctantly, but halfway through, it fell to his knees and started crying. I crouched to his level and asked, "Are you okay…?" He raised his head, which revealed a scarred, beaten face with bright green eyes that made tears, which roll down his cheeks. I felt guilt swell up inside of myself as I wiped the tears off of his face and whispered, "Don't cry… Everything will turn out right."

Okay, I say the end to this chapter might sound kind of weak, but I wasn't able to think of what else for Cutman to say.  Well, Rate and Review! (R&R)