Notes: Due to the fact that FanFiction deletes all language-irrelevant characters, I'm forced to change the main character's name to Mr. At. At least it doesn't hack half his name off.
Disclaimer: I don't own Taito, the Bust-a-Move/Puzzle Bobble series, or any company that has remotely participated in the creation of that particular series. I also don't own Wolo, Pinky, Miss T, Catch, Tom and Yam, Mog, Mr. At, Katze, Pukadon, Fungila, Bubblun, and/or Bobblun. However, I just might own Green Wolo, Winky, Pink T, Reichu, Bom and Sam, Moga, Blackup, Katze the Experimenter, Kame, Fungilo, Roja, Rija, Rurun, Burble, and any other character I make up that isn't in this list.
Disclaimer 2: I have never played Super Bust-a-Move 2, so don't shoot me down if I'm not according to game canon there.
Chapter 1: Leaving the Planet
The planet of Planera was awakening, as its sun, Nubilas, rose over the horizon. Its daytime sky was usually a pale green, but the sunrise made it a wondrous blue. Warm rays of light spread through the city of Izzardville, into one of its houses, and touched upon the plastic screen of a particular robot.
That sunbeam was Mr. At's signal to awaken (of sorts). He was staying at Mog's house for the night (like most other nights he spent in Planera) and, to fit in with the others, he plugged himself into an electric socket and shut off his peripherals when everyone else went to bed. However, that practice was about to change.
Accompanied by the buzz of electronics coming to life was a huge thundering nearby. Pukadon and his brother Kame had woken up, and they had only an hour to get to their martial arts class. They were conversing to keep themselves awake.
"It was good for Mog to let us stay for the night," Kame remarked half-sleepily.
"Well, she's friendly like that," Pukadon replied. "Then again, she's friendly all the time, even after Tom, Yam, Bom, and Sam fought in the middle of the living room yesterday. Now that was a disaster…"
"Don't worry, we all chipped in the money to pay for the damages," Kame replied.
"At any rate, we better get going, or we're going to be late," Pukadon said with a steely drive.
The two Pukays dashed through the hallway and straight past Mr. At, creating a cloud of dust in their wake.
Mr. At was used to being ignored like that around sunrise. He didn't see very many guests around that time, as most of them had left for the night and would come in the late morning. The only people who regularly slept in Mog's house were Mog, Moga (Mog's older sister), and Roja and Rija (Bubblun the Bobblesaur's sisters). And they weren't to awaken for another hour. He pointed his optical sensors towards the door and prepared himself for an hour of boredom.
Precisely an hour later, the door slowly opened, revealing two vividly coloured Bobblesaurs, followed by two Mogs wearing neckties. The Bobblesaurs bounced all the way across the hall, while the Mogs stalled for a little in the middle.
"Good to see you, At!" Mog greeted.
"Always good to see you," Mr. At replied.
The white Mog, Moga, then asked, "Are you going to join us for breakfast?"
"Yes, I will," the robot replied.
He unplugged his cord from the power socket, taking special care to also unplug the makeshift planetary adapter, and followed the two Mogs to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Mog cracked some eggs and made an omelette for Roja and Rija, while Moga poured some milk and plum-apple juice. Roja and Rija hopped around the kitchen table, and Roja asked, "Not eating breakfast again, are you?"
"Of course not," Mr. At replied. "I don't have a mouth to eat with. Thought you'd notice after six months of living with you guys…"
Roja and Rija just giggled in reply.
After the omelette was finished, Mog sat near Mr. At and asked, "Do you have any news today?"
Mr. At's screen changed from a cheery smile to a bit of a frown as he responded, "Well, I have news, but maybe I should wait until Catch gets here to tell it."
"He should be coming around 10:00 AM, so you'll get to talk," Mog replied.
There was the ringing of a doorbell just after Mog, Moga, Roja, and Rija brushed their teeth.
"I'll get it," Mr. At cried as he opened the door.
As Mr. At opened the door, his screen flickered to an involuntary smile as Catch entered the house.
"Hi, good to see you!" Mr. At said.
"Nice seeing you, too," Catch replied. "Anything going on?"
"Not right now," Mr. At responded. "We just finished breakfast. Then again, you have pretty good timing for coming in after we've eaten."
"Heh," Catch replied. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," Mr. At replied. "You're always welcome unless you come in at 3:00 AM."
Catch and Mr. At walked into Mog's kitchen, as the living room was still a wreck.
"You think Mog's going to fix that living room soon?" Catch wondered.
"Probably," Mr. At replied. "She cares about that house a lot. I heard that she and Moga inherited it from their grandmother. At any rate, I have something to tell you, but I better get Mog here, too."
Soon after Mog came, Mr. At told everyone in the area what had been on his mind since last week. "Sorry if you're all going to miss me (and I'll miss you too), but I've finally decided to continue my search for my creator. I have a strong feeling that whoever created me isn't from this planet, and is probably in a planet called Kazera not far from here. So, I'll be going there, and I'll be coming back as soon as possible if I either find my creator or fail to find him, her, or it there."
It took a while for the news to sink in. Finally, Mog asked, "But why leave so soon?"
Mr. At just responded, "I already delayed my departure many times for you guys, but now the pull is just too strong. Sorry, everyone."
Mog replied, "I'm sorry, too. Don't worry, I'll tell Tom, Yam, Wolo, and the rest, so everyone will be informed."
Half an hour later, after Mr. At finished recharging his batteries and filling his jetpack back with rocket fuel, everyone Mog and Catch could possibly contact within thirty minutes (which included Tom, Yam, Wolo, Bubblun, and Bobblun) was in her backyard. Mr. At stood near the fence and prepared for liftoff.
"I am going to depart from this planet within a minute," Mr. At said. "I'll have to reach escape velocity to leave, so I recommend that none of you stand too close when I blast off. I also recommend that everyone wears their earplugs, because even if you are far away, this could get a bit loud."
"I forgot my earplugs!" Yam exclaimed.
"Try putting your head in Tom's legs, then," the robot replied.
As everyone scrambled to get back into Mog's house and look through a window that oversaw the backyard, Mr. At turned into a rocket (which wasn't particularly spectacular, as he only needed to stiffen his arms, change his screen to neutral, and use the rocket fuel in his jetpack to succeed) and blasted off.
Ten pairs of ears heard the ground-shaking noise of someone leaving the planet, and ten pairs of eyes followed the rocket's path out of the atmosphere and into deep space. However, that trail of vapour was gone in the blaze of the noontime sun.