MEANWHILE… Again! Yes! I know!
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He stared at his gigantic plasma surveillance cam screen, his head lowered, his eyes lethal. The mad scientist was on the verge of bringing out his true colours, but he had to watch that lazy guy Sakamoto – actually, he was Mortimer in Wily's eyes - rake in all of his triumph from getting the Hikari boy. Eventually, Dr. Albert W. Wily pulled his face away from the screen, so slowly, so dangerously, it was almost annoying.
"He stole that Hikari kid from me!" Wily yelled angrily, turning back to the screen and pounding his fists on the smooth plastic. "His real name is Horace, for crying out loud! Horace Rickman Mortimer!"
"You know, Wily, just because someone actually took your business away from you for once doesn't mean he's got bad ideas," one of Wily's assistants, Maddy something-or-other, said, swinging her legs from where she was perched on Wily's wardrobe. She shook her pink hair and glanced at the screen. "If you ask me, he's even lazier than you. That I truly do not get."
Count Zap, one of Wily's other guys, came forward, sucking on a spoonful of peanut butter. "Maddy's got a point about that, you know. I mean, Wily, you're eighty-nine and you're getting mad at a screen."
"Could guys be quiet already?" came a voice down the hallway. A door slammed, and Wily, Maddy and Count Zap could just see the blurred form of their local yoga-guy Yahoot disappearing into his room.
"Not again!" Wily called back, his anger disappearing. As soon as the door's slam faded into the distance, he turned back to the others. "I swear, that guy looks like Dhalsim from Street Fighter."
"What's he doing anyway?" COunt Zap wondered; it's a weird thing to see a baddy thinking, especially if he has spiky yellow hair. "Practicing yoga with Magic Man again?"
"I only liked the time where he hypnotised everyone over the TV. That was funny." Wily gave a hoot of laughter, the case of Haru Sakamoto, aka Horace Mortimer, temporarily (I said temporarily) forgotten. "Oh, and why in the world is Zap eating out of a jar of peanut butter?"
"Hey, it's good!" Count Zap protested feebly, but Maddy cut him off.
"Speaking of which, if we're all here and he's over there," she commented, looking around furtively, "Where's Mr. Match?"
"Right here," came a Scottish voice from behind, and the three of them turned to see Mr. Match, their last buddy, jumping down from the wardrobe Maddy had previously been occupying. He was sweeping his long stream of bright red hair behind him before tying it up into a ponytail, as always. "Now, if there's one thing I don't get is why I'm the first guy the good guys fought and yet I'm smarter than Wily." With that, he jumped down from the wardrobe.
"For obvious reasons," came a voice from above, and the four of them looked to see a small figure appearing on the wardrobe. Not Maddy or Mr. Match this time, but a small canine figure; he looked like that beautiful Navi (sigh) Roll's dog Rush, only instead of brown, his fur was black.
"See, the thing is, at the end of the game you're supposed to fight one guy who's incredibly dumb, but, then again, who's an incredibly strong Navi," the Dark Rush said in a rush, running one of his round paws past his floppy ears. "Actually, now that you mention it, his name is Bass.EXE and he's only dumb in Fanficcer's stories," he finished, a little breathless as he cocked his head to the side.
"The game?" Mr. Match asked. "What do you mean, the game? And why is a little dark Rush-thingy appearing to us?"
"First of all, I'm not a dark Rush, I'm a fatedog," he replied, raising one eyebrow. Then he seemed to be thinking about something, one paw on his mouth. "Okay. This is a little complicated. First of all, you guys are in an alternate universe. All the people, all the animals in this universe, all created by the people in the other universe. You guys are from a TV show called MegaMan: NT Warrior, which is based on a game series called MegaMan: Battle Network, which in turn is based on an older series of video games called just Mega Man… And at the moment someone, under the name of Thecrazyfanficcer, is writing a fanfic about you. In short that's it; every time someone writes a fanfic about you guys, you'll live through it, but forget it the next day." Finished, the Dark Rush looked pleased with himself.
"Wait a minute… Are you saying that annoying Navi Mega Man has games about him! And what's a fanfic?" Wily reached forward to grab the Dark Rush, but he only twisted out of the way and disappeared, appearing suddenly on Maddy's pink head, where he did a cool little twisty dance.
"Twist again like you did last summer," he sang, jumping onto the wardrobe as Wily reached for him again. "And you can't hurt me, by the way."
"But what is a fanfic?" Maddy pressed, her eyes bright and intense.
"Oh, it's when fans write stories about their favourite book, video game, TV show, cartoon and/or movie, etc," the Dark Rush explained, grinning most annoyingly at Wily, who moaned and lunged for him again. His efforts were in vain, as they would always be in the times that would come to be.
And so it was an angry Wily that chased the annoying fatedog around the room, who only danced away, all the while singing disco songs at absolute random.
