Here's the new chapter! Sorry it took so long! This chapter is courtesy of Tenshisan.
Disclaimer- I do not own any sort of MegaMan.
Chapter 7: Band and Chorus!
"Uhhhhh…." Forte moaned as he got out of bed.
He walked around the house for a few minutes. Crashed into a few bookshelves, tripped over the rug, and continuously stubbed his foot of the corners of the walls. And he was trying so hard to knock himself unconscious. He heard a "thump thump" coming from the door a few minutes after his latest scheme to knock himself unconscious. Let's just say it involved a blender and a can of air freshener.
"RockMan leave me alone already!" he screamed as he opened the door.
"Umm. Hello sir. I'm a traveling salesman and I was wondering if you would like to buy this here shampoo!" the salesman yelled.
"I have no need for something so small and insignificant."
"But everyone needs shampoo!" he tried.
"I'm a robot. If I tried to take a shower or a bath I would electrocute myself," Forte said with a look of displeasure on his face as he recalled the time Dr. Wily tried to give him a bath.
"Really sir? You don't look like a robot. Why don't you buy some shampoo anyways." the salesman tried.
"No!" Forte yelled.
"Okay. Why don't you buy this lovely vacuum? It cleans almost any surface!"
"I don't need a vacuum," Forte told the salesman.
"But don't you need a vacuum to clean your messy house?" he asked.
"Clean?" Forte asked with a quizzical look on his face.
The salesman looked past Forte's shoulder to see little piles of dirt almost everywhere.
"Never mind. I've got one last item to try and sell you. Why don't you buy these nice Doggie Brushes!" he yelled.
"I don't have a dog…. well not here at… this particular time."
"But they brush anything and I mean anything!"
"I don't need them!" Forte yelled.
"But sir they can even brush your hair!" the salesman tried.
"I'm wearing a helmet!"
"Oh."
"Now get out of my sites you stupid person!" Forte screamed.
"Now sir I'm not leaving until I sell you something!"
"Draw your weapon salesman and prepare yourself!" Forte yelled while getting his Bass buster ready.
"What are you talking--- holy shit!" he says while ducking from a charged shot.
"Now get out of here!"
"Damn you!" the salesman yelled as he ran away.
Forte turned around and slammed the door behind him. A few minutes later someone knocked on the door again.
"I told you to get the hell out of my sites you stupid salesman!" Forte yelled as he opened the door.
"Huh! What are you talking about, Forte! It's me."
In front of Forte were the familiar faces of RockMan, Blues, and Roll.
"What about a salesman?" Blues asked.
"Never mind. Long story. Anyways, what do you guys want!" he said.
"Home movie, duh!" RockMan cried.
Roll ran into the house and grabbed a random movie. She looked at all the piles of garbage and dirt.
"You really should get a vacuum," she said as she came back.
"Arrrgggg!" he screamed.
"What's his problem?" she asked.
Blues and RockMan shrugged their shoulders.
"Let's just get to our house guys!" RockMan cried.
"Which video did you grab?" Forte asked.
"It says "Band and Chorus"." she said.
"You could have picked any of them but you had to pick that one: he screamed.
He grudgingly walked to the Light's house occasionally stopping by a tree to whack himself on the head a few times. It was worth a try to knock himself unconscious. They walked into the house and popped in the movie. Up on the screen came a young Forte. He was a holding a clarinet.
"Why do I have to play this!" he whined.
"Because I told you to!" Dr. Wily yelled.
"Now children it's time to play your instruments. One at a time now. Forte, you first, please," the band teacher said politely.
"Yes, teacher," he said through gritted teeth.
He started to play. What came out weren't harmonic notes but a noise like cat's scratching there claws on a chalkboard in with the tune to "Row Row Row Your Boat".
"That's enough!" the teacher screamed, her politely-ness escaping her, "You have no musical talents! Get out of here right now!"
"Fine I didn't want to be here anyways!" Forte yelled and walked out with Dr. Wily following behind with the camera.
Before they walked out the room Forte turned around and fired a charges shot at the teacher's head.
"Now class, let's--- holy shit!" she screamed while ducking the charged shot.
By the time she looked up Dr. Wily and Forte were gone. The screen went fuzzy.
"Hahaha! That was hilarious!" RockMan yelled.
"You played the clarinet!" Roll screamed through her laughter.
"Quiet guys! It's starting again," blues said shushing them.
Forte came up on the screen. He didn't have a clarinet in his hands but he did have a song book in his hands.
"But Dr. Wily! Remember the last time you signed me up for something like this!" Forte yelled.
"Don't remind me. I'm still paying for that stupid teacher's therapy sessions! You will like chorus though! At least you better like it!" the creator yelled.
"I will," Forte said while having his fingers crossed behind his back.
"Class, please turn to page nine in your song books. Now sing all together," the teacher said.
The class started to sing but the teacher could only hear one particular student among them all. Forte was singing in a raspy, high-pitched voice that could be through out the whole building.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" the teacher screamed, "You can't sing just give up and stop!"
"Didn't have to yell!" Forte cried.
"Let's go Forte! We have to get going!" Dr. Wily yelled.
"Fine."
They walked to the end of the room. Forte turned around and fired a charged shot at the teacher's head.
"Let's try again--- holy shit!" she said while ducking.
"Forte! Now I'm probably going to pay for more therapy sessions!" Dr. Wily screamed.
The tape stopped. RockMan rewound the tape.
"Hahaha! You had such a high voice!" Roll exploded.
"Hahahahaha! That was awesome!" RockMan burst out.
Blues looked over in the direction where Forte had been. He wasn't there.
"Where'd Forte go?" Blues asked.
Roll and RockMan shrugged their shoulders. Forte had walked out of the room as soon as the tape ended.
Chapter 7: END!
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