Disclaimer: I don't own MegaMan, I only own the ooc-ness and plot.
Notes: Sorry about posting all the chapters at once. There's still more to
come though.
Chapter 2; the NetCrime rise
Mom dished out the steak and peas and dad passed around the mashed potatoes. I couldn't imagine what was so important that dad had come all the way from work to tell me about. I started cutting my meat and put some potatoes and peas in my mouth. I was halfway done eating dinner when I saw dad become serious.
"Lan, I came here to tell you about the increase of Net Crime occurring in the world today." he said. I wondered what kind of Net Crime he was talking about, but I didn't ask him. "These are crimes committed by individuals using NetNavis as key weapons in their actions. There's an organization that has committed many NetCrimes known as the WWW. You know that there are many things connected to the internet, almost everything we use. The WWW seeks to destroy mankind."
I took all this information in, what my dad was telling me about NetCrime. He went on, telling me what crimes they'd committed so far. I'd never heard of any of this, but dad said that they hadn't hit our town yet. He hoped that they would skip over us. Before dad went back to Scilab, he warned me not to get involved in any danger, like trying to stop the WWW. And what he said about them not coming to our town, I knew that they would come here soon. Why would they not come here? There was all the hype of PETs and online equipment. We had an oven that was online for maintenance reasons. The entire school's network would also be in danger. And what about the Scilab? Then dad would be in danger too. I couldn't stop them, because their crimes were Net-based and I had no NetNavi of my own. The PET I had now might not work, so I didn't count it in just yet.
I got up from the table and went up to my room after finishing washing the dishes. I got my homework out of my bookbag and started on it. Math first, and then english. I finished the 10-page assignment on percent ratios and chucked the book back in the bag. I glanced at the clock and it was already 10:00 at night. I still had english to do though, and I had an empty page in my notebook on my lap to fill. The assignment was to write about anything. It could be about your friend, a memory, your pet dog, a current event. I looked up at the ceiling, and thought of cloudwatching for some reason. I decided to write about, um, I dunno, what shapes that most clouds took. I then closed the notebook with a sigh, but before I put it in back into my bag, I decided that I wasn't satisfied enough.
I took my notebook back up and flipped to one of the pages in the middle, and started writing a poem. It was about how I hated not having any friends, how I hated myself because I couldn't make any. My mom opened the bedroom door to find me writing in my notebook. I wondered if she'd seen what I'd just written, and cursed myself silently. I didn't want anyone to find out that I wrote poetry. But she simply smiled and told me to finish up and go to bed. I let out an exhale of breath.
How ashamed I would be if someone found one of my crummy poems. No one knew, and no one was going to know. I shut my notebook, put it in my bag, and changed into my pajamas. Climbing into bed, I looked at the PET on my desk plugged into my computer, and the red cross was still on the screen. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. I dreamed about a knight in shining armor coming to rescue me. I was locked in a dark and lonely tower of a castle.
Chapter 2; the NetCrime rise
Mom dished out the steak and peas and dad passed around the mashed potatoes. I couldn't imagine what was so important that dad had come all the way from work to tell me about. I started cutting my meat and put some potatoes and peas in my mouth. I was halfway done eating dinner when I saw dad become serious.
"Lan, I came here to tell you about the increase of Net Crime occurring in the world today." he said. I wondered what kind of Net Crime he was talking about, but I didn't ask him. "These are crimes committed by individuals using NetNavis as key weapons in their actions. There's an organization that has committed many NetCrimes known as the WWW. You know that there are many things connected to the internet, almost everything we use. The WWW seeks to destroy mankind."
I took all this information in, what my dad was telling me about NetCrime. He went on, telling me what crimes they'd committed so far. I'd never heard of any of this, but dad said that they hadn't hit our town yet. He hoped that they would skip over us. Before dad went back to Scilab, he warned me not to get involved in any danger, like trying to stop the WWW. And what he said about them not coming to our town, I knew that they would come here soon. Why would they not come here? There was all the hype of PETs and online equipment. We had an oven that was online for maintenance reasons. The entire school's network would also be in danger. And what about the Scilab? Then dad would be in danger too. I couldn't stop them, because their crimes were Net-based and I had no NetNavi of my own. The PET I had now might not work, so I didn't count it in just yet.
I got up from the table and went up to my room after finishing washing the dishes. I got my homework out of my bookbag and started on it. Math first, and then english. I finished the 10-page assignment on percent ratios and chucked the book back in the bag. I glanced at the clock and it was already 10:00 at night. I still had english to do though, and I had an empty page in my notebook on my lap to fill. The assignment was to write about anything. It could be about your friend, a memory, your pet dog, a current event. I looked up at the ceiling, and thought of cloudwatching for some reason. I decided to write about, um, I dunno, what shapes that most clouds took. I then closed the notebook with a sigh, but before I put it in back into my bag, I decided that I wasn't satisfied enough.
I took my notebook back up and flipped to one of the pages in the middle, and started writing a poem. It was about how I hated not having any friends, how I hated myself because I couldn't make any. My mom opened the bedroom door to find me writing in my notebook. I wondered if she'd seen what I'd just written, and cursed myself silently. I didn't want anyone to find out that I wrote poetry. But she simply smiled and told me to finish up and go to bed. I let out an exhale of breath.
How ashamed I would be if someone found one of my crummy poems. No one knew, and no one was going to know. I shut my notebook, put it in my bag, and changed into my pajamas. Climbing into bed, I looked at the PET on my desk plugged into my computer, and the red cross was still on the screen. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. I dreamed about a knight in shining armor coming to rescue me. I was locked in a dark and lonely tower of a castle.