Broken.

Those last 10 minutes played over and over again in his mind. Just 10 minutes completely obliterated his left arm and parts on both of his legs. He tried to lift his head, but the circuits in his neck had been frazzled during the fight.

"That little boy in blue... he really did defeat me." His voice echoed through the crumbled walls and shattered corridors.

The robot closed his tired eyes. A data screen popped up.

"DRN-003, Cutman. This isn't a dream, after all." Cutman had remembered, it could have been days, even months before, where a similar man defeated him. But, it was a dream... his screen showed Gutsman, his "younger brother's" screen. It was almost as if he had seen his brother killed before his very eyes. His eyes panned to his arm. Electricity flew out in sparks from the tattered wires, sending bolts of pain throughout his whole body.

"Why does it hurt so bad?" he questioned himself in a pinched voice. He had remembered the lad taking out a bomb... had he killed Bombman, too? There were too many questions to be answered. Right now, he could only focus on his damaged self, and the weathered things surrounding him.

Cutman's head sunk further toward the ground, almost touching the grimy, oil-soaked floor. There was a clanking noise, as his Rolling Cutter clattered against the ground. He was surprised as to how dull it had gotten, after just 10 minutes against some punk with a cannon. And just those 10 minutes ago, he was so sure that he would win...

The sun began to disappear even further into the horizon, giving a pink tint to the sky. Cutman's vision dimmed.

"Any time... and I'll be dead." He assured himself. Cutman's grip on his left arm loosened massively, letting the pain flow freely throughout. He closed his eyes again, this time a picture of him and his brothers, along with their creator, Dr. Wily. "Father..." he had always referred to the man as so. "I failed. I apologi...ze..." Cutman's voice was beginning to break up, his already dark vision shaded even further. He had almost given up all hope of surviving.

"Hello?" called a gruff voice. "Iceman? Elecman? Anybody!" Cutman's eyes lit up at his name, and the voice. A smile returned to his stiff face.

"Gutsman! I'm here, behind the w...all!" He heard slowly ascending footsteps, each sound closer than the next. Then, there stood the tall Gutsman, his chest ripped open and leaking oil.

"Oh my God, Cutman, I'm so glad to see you. I've seen searching for the others for hours! Fireman and Bombman were completely terminated, and I couldn't find Elecman or Iceman." Gutsman explained roughly.

"I can't walk, Gu...tsman. I really n...eed to be re-e-paired."

Gutsman stared at his brother crossly. "I can see that. I'm not dumb." Cutman flinched, trying to choke out an apology. "Ah, but that's beside the point. I need to get you back to Dad."

Gutsman gently scooped Cutman off of the ground with his large hands and placed him on his shoulder. Cutman still tightly gripped his missing arm. He smiled slightly.

"Let's go home."

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Note: My first one-shot. The song "Broken" by Seether/Amy Lee inspired this, note the title. But it's not a songfic!