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"Why...am I here?" The man standing before the tall, what he could only assume was an apartment complex and wearing a sharp black suit would say to himself was a memory he couldn't quite grasp. Why did he wear it? Was he some sort of high society type? He would raise an oddly shaped eyebrow at that. Never the less something spurred him on to walk into the building and into a rising lift, somehow he knew what button to press and what floor he had arrived on, as if acting on instinct he merely walked off the elevator to be greeted by a older fellow, slightly balding with a distinctive eye patch adorning one eye. "Welcome home, Master Roger." "How do you know my name? Who are you? What is IT? And why do you seem familiar yet so..." "I dare not say, for I do not know what of which to dare not say. All I knew in my entire lifetime was to sit and wait here for my master's return and of course the maintenance of it..." "Master? IT? What IT?" Roger Smith would blink at that. "I have prepared some dinner, Master Roger, it will be ready in the meanwhile. But for now, I must continue my work on it." "What is this it you keep referring to?" "For years, I have kept this house and all that is in and under it in top condition, for there is a legacy beneath these floors that needs to be taken hold of by you. A destiny to be fulfilled." "Legacy? Destiny? What does all this madness mean?" "Just speak its name into your watch and see, you know what is to be done." Roger would only slide his sleeve away, staring at the watch for a second before instinct took over again "Big O! Showtime!"
It all played out like a play upon a stage for Roger Smith, with he himself as the viewing audience before he awoke in his Victorian style bed in his lush apartment top floor, he would lift an eyelid to the grandfather clock to notice it had struck 4 PM. With a discontented groan he managed to shove himself out of bed, something was not right, usually he'd be awoken way earlier by that annoying Android. As he began to get out of bed he would let out a yelp, startled by the sudden appearance of Dorothy in a chair across from the bed, "What are you doing there?" "I sat waiting for you to wake up, it appears the piano needs some repair." "And you didn't simply shake me awake?" "That would have been rude, Roger Smith." Dorothy of course remained emotionless towards the situation. He just had to furrow a misshapen brow at the notion that shaking him was considered rude, but playing carnival music as loud as possible in the middle of the morning wasn't. "You should have asked Norman to take care of it." "Norman has been out food shopping for the past few hours, I have not seen him since." "Hmm, you know, there's a phone right outside. You could've called yourself. I don't see how your logic circuits could've escaped that notion." "Actually." "Spill it." Roger simply smiled as he tied his robe tighter. "I was watching you sleep." "You're such a louse, R. Dorothy Wayneright" Dorothy would raise an emotionless eyebrow at the light laughter that spewed from Roger's mouth after that comment, he too calming it down once he saw her staring. He would clear his throat, "And why, pray tell, were you watching me sleep?" "Because I have yet to see you sleep, I have not yet observed a human dreaming." "And what did you observe?" "You remained motionless for 10 hours, before you switched positions to your back, another 5 hours of rolling. Then you rolled onto your stomach, and-- " "I think I get the point, I meant what did you observe of my dreaming?" "It was no different than if you laid unconscious after a blow to the head." Dorothy slowly stood up, mechanical joints whirring as she did so. "Norman is home, I can hear him, I will help him with the grocery bags." more whirs were heard as she headed out of Roger's room, giving him time to get dressed and leave his bedroom.
Breakfast, or dinner as it happened to be, was served to him promptly by five 'O clock. He and Dorothy remained seated at opposite ends of a long table as Norman served dinner, "I prepared my roast special, marinated in marinara sauce with a hint of lemon as you like" "A lunch fit for a king, Norman." "Very good, Master Roger, would you like some coffee?" "Yes, black." the room grew silent as Norman headed into the kitchen again. Once again he caught sight of Dorothy staring at him, "What is it this time?" "I was wondering what do you dream about?" "Hmm, that's a tough one... sometimes I dream about what little I can remember of the past, other times I have dreams, visions of the future." "Visions of the future?" "Of course, they don't come true, but they're there to dream anyway." Dorothy remained emotionless, showing no signs of interest or lack thereof. "Tell me about your dreams." "You're awfully inquisitive today, why do you want to know?" "Because I do." "Simple enough, I can't tell you much about them since I don't remember half of them when I awake." "Then, tell me about... things you remember, things you think you dream about." Dorothy continued to talk in an emotionless tone. "Hmm, I guess today IS a slow day, so I have some time to reminisce about the old days, before we met..."
Act 1 - Reminiscence.
"It was a long time ago, well, only about a week or two before I took up Saldono's case and we met..." The day was a bright one, the sun shining outside the domes and the sun shining on Big O's crown. Big O stood with a van full of robbery suspects held in it's big palm, the men rushing out and trying to find a way away from the giant ass robot, "I had just finished some rather lengthy negotiations with some robbery suspects, Dan Dastun called me for my expertise and to repay a favor. Although, he had no idea I was Dominus of Megadues back then and was... less than thrilled to have Big O help." "What the hell? Is that thing always going to take over for the Military Police?" Major Dastun would slam his fist into the hood of his police car as he watched Big O rip the tires off the van before depositing the criminals back into it and putting it in front of the police vehicles. "You should be glad you have help in some cases." "Roger?" Roger would walk towards Dastun through the smoke created by the crater Big O had left when it appeared. The black Megadues began to lower into the ground as the roads opened up and sucked it inside before shutting down, Roger walked up next to Dastun as the rest of the military police bagged the criminals. "It's just that ... I'm sick and tired of feeling like the MP Is useless." "I don't know what to tell ya, I'm only a Negotiator." Roger simply smiled as he tilted his shades a bit, putting his hands in his pockets as he strolled to his black Griffon. Opening up the door he got inside and started it up before heading down the road back towards his home, the streets of Paradigm passed him by, people going about their daily lives, some going to work while others were buying flowers for their Mrs. however something caught his eye as he stopped for a stop light, in the middle of an alleyway a man was being assaulted, the two burlier men beating upon his stomach in the alleyway, other people would just simply walk by the alleyway and shake their heads at the scene. However, Roger was already leaving his car behind much to the anguish felt by the people stopped behind him when the light turned green, he dashed into the alleyway and raised a finger to point at them.
"Hey! What are you doing?" "Shit, let's get the hell outta here." the two men dashed out of the other end of the alley as Roger knelt by the man, putting his hand on his shoulder, "Are you alright?" "Yes, I am ... thanks." the man simply shrugged the hand off and stood, multiple bruises and a bloody lip adorned his face. "Hm, you're..." the man looked at Roger with a hint of recognition before grabbing at his expensive looking black collar, "You're that Negotiator fellow everyone talks about, you gotta help me!" the man would grip Roger's collar extra tight. "Calm down..." Roger patted the man on the shoulder who then let go of his collar, "I'm." "Now, what is it you want from me?" "I need you to negotiate! Dam nit! What else would I ask a Negotiator to do?" once again the man got agitated. "Easy... now what is it you want me to Negotiate for? With whom?" "They're coming ... and there's no way I can stop them, you don't understand what they can do!" "I fail to understand what he was so upset about" Dorothy would chime in bringing the flashback to the present. "Well, I was coming to that." Roger smiled slightly as Dorothy just looked at him as if to tell him to go on, the flashback wavered back into existence as the Griffon headed towards the house.
"The man... Gabe Turnim... wanted me to negotiate for the settlement of several debts owed by him to a research lab, apparently he applied for funding on a project but once he failed on that project, they wanted the money back. Of course it was difficult to see scientists hiring big biceped goons to muscle the money out of him. Something was lingering in the back of my head that told me all wasn't as it seemed, but that wasn't for me to figure out, I was to dig no deeper and see no clearer." The griffon parked in the parking zone in the middle of the garage as Roger left the car and headed up the elevator. "I was only to negotiate, it wasn't my job to dig any deeper than that." he let out a sigh as he was greeted by Norman, "Welcome home, Master Roger, I assume everything went well with your current job?" "Peachy." "Ah, dinner will be ready shortly." "Thank you, Norman." Roger would sigh as he headed into the living room and sat down on the couch. He'd look at the piano before he sighed and looked up, "Norman!" "Yes?" "Why do we even keep that piano here? Do I ever play it?" "My, I don't know... it's been there since forty years ago and I only assumed it's been there before that." Norman would utter as he made his way into the kitchen to finish up dinner. There arose a clatter by the balcony which caused Roger to slowly stand up to check it out, as he walked over there he noticed something sitting on the balcony, upon closer inspection it appeared to be a sort of clock tied to several fuses on a stick of C-4, the clock reading 0:05. His eyes grew wide as he rushed from the balcony only to hear the explosion behind him, the resulting heat and force blowing him a good several feet across the room. Smoke quickly filled the room as Norman left the kitchen, "Master Roger?! Where are you?" Norman began to cough as he used his oven mitts to cover his nose and mouth; he tried his best to shift through the smoke but to no avail.
To Be Continued ...
"Wait a moment." Dorothy chimed in as Roger said those last three words in an odd sounding voice, "Yes?" "Why are you stopping there?" "Because my dinner is getting cold, we'll continue after I eat. If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were feeling a bit of disappointed when I said I'd continue it later." he smirked only to find Dorothy staring emotionless at him. "You know that to be impossible." "I guess so... but we'll continue the story later." Roger smirked as he began to eat, but he sure as hell did hear a bit of disappointment in Dorothy's voice when he had said that, which only made his smile increase.
(Note from Author) This is my first Big O Fan Fic; I'd appreciate any comments you would give me. I apologize for the "Act "and "Continued " lines being off center, but alas that's what this site does, I hope it doesn't ruin any of the enjoyment.
If you enjoy this one, a second chapter will be on its way.
And Cartoon Network©
All characters contained herein, Except for original ones, are Property of said companies.
"Why...am I here?" The man standing before the tall, what he could only assume was an apartment complex and wearing a sharp black suit would say to himself was a memory he couldn't quite grasp. Why did he wear it? Was he some sort of high society type? He would raise an oddly shaped eyebrow at that. Never the less something spurred him on to walk into the building and into a rising lift, somehow he knew what button to press and what floor he had arrived on, as if acting on instinct he merely walked off the elevator to be greeted by a older fellow, slightly balding with a distinctive eye patch adorning one eye. "Welcome home, Master Roger." "How do you know my name? Who are you? What is IT? And why do you seem familiar yet so..." "I dare not say, for I do not know what of which to dare not say. All I knew in my entire lifetime was to sit and wait here for my master's return and of course the maintenance of it..." "Master? IT? What IT?" Roger Smith would blink at that. "I have prepared some dinner, Master Roger, it will be ready in the meanwhile. But for now, I must continue my work on it." "What is this it you keep referring to?" "For years, I have kept this house and all that is in and under it in top condition, for there is a legacy beneath these floors that needs to be taken hold of by you. A destiny to be fulfilled." "Legacy? Destiny? What does all this madness mean?" "Just speak its name into your watch and see, you know what is to be done." Roger would only slide his sleeve away, staring at the watch for a second before instinct took over again "Big O! Showtime!"
It all played out like a play upon a stage for Roger Smith, with he himself as the viewing audience before he awoke in his Victorian style bed in his lush apartment top floor, he would lift an eyelid to the grandfather clock to notice it had struck 4 PM. With a discontented groan he managed to shove himself out of bed, something was not right, usually he'd be awoken way earlier by that annoying Android. As he began to get out of bed he would let out a yelp, startled by the sudden appearance of Dorothy in a chair across from the bed, "What are you doing there?" "I sat waiting for you to wake up, it appears the piano needs some repair." "And you didn't simply shake me awake?" "That would have been rude, Roger Smith." Dorothy of course remained emotionless towards the situation. He just had to furrow a misshapen brow at the notion that shaking him was considered rude, but playing carnival music as loud as possible in the middle of the morning wasn't. "You should have asked Norman to take care of it." "Norman has been out food shopping for the past few hours, I have not seen him since." "Hmm, you know, there's a phone right outside. You could've called yourself. I don't see how your logic circuits could've escaped that notion." "Actually." "Spill it." Roger simply smiled as he tied his robe tighter. "I was watching you sleep." "You're such a louse, R. Dorothy Wayneright" Dorothy would raise an emotionless eyebrow at the light laughter that spewed from Roger's mouth after that comment, he too calming it down once he saw her staring. He would clear his throat, "And why, pray tell, were you watching me sleep?" "Because I have yet to see you sleep, I have not yet observed a human dreaming." "And what did you observe?" "You remained motionless for 10 hours, before you switched positions to your back, another 5 hours of rolling. Then you rolled onto your stomach, and-- " "I think I get the point, I meant what did you observe of my dreaming?" "It was no different than if you laid unconscious after a blow to the head." Dorothy slowly stood up, mechanical joints whirring as she did so. "Norman is home, I can hear him, I will help him with the grocery bags." more whirs were heard as she headed out of Roger's room, giving him time to get dressed and leave his bedroom.
Breakfast, or dinner as it happened to be, was served to him promptly by five 'O clock. He and Dorothy remained seated at opposite ends of a long table as Norman served dinner, "I prepared my roast special, marinated in marinara sauce with a hint of lemon as you like" "A lunch fit for a king, Norman." "Very good, Master Roger, would you like some coffee?" "Yes, black." the room grew silent as Norman headed into the kitchen again. Once again he caught sight of Dorothy staring at him, "What is it this time?" "I was wondering what do you dream about?" "Hmm, that's a tough one... sometimes I dream about what little I can remember of the past, other times I have dreams, visions of the future." "Visions of the future?" "Of course, they don't come true, but they're there to dream anyway." Dorothy remained emotionless, showing no signs of interest or lack thereof. "Tell me about your dreams." "You're awfully inquisitive today, why do you want to know?" "Because I do." "Simple enough, I can't tell you much about them since I don't remember half of them when I awake." "Then, tell me about... things you remember, things you think you dream about." Dorothy continued to talk in an emotionless tone. "Hmm, I guess today IS a slow day, so I have some time to reminisce about the old days, before we met..."
Act 1 - Reminiscence.
"It was a long time ago, well, only about a week or two before I took up Saldono's case and we met..." The day was a bright one, the sun shining outside the domes and the sun shining on Big O's crown. Big O stood with a van full of robbery suspects held in it's big palm, the men rushing out and trying to find a way away from the giant ass robot, "I had just finished some rather lengthy negotiations with some robbery suspects, Dan Dastun called me for my expertise and to repay a favor. Although, he had no idea I was Dominus of Megadues back then and was... less than thrilled to have Big O help." "What the hell? Is that thing always going to take over for the Military Police?" Major Dastun would slam his fist into the hood of his police car as he watched Big O rip the tires off the van before depositing the criminals back into it and putting it in front of the police vehicles. "You should be glad you have help in some cases." "Roger?" Roger would walk towards Dastun through the smoke created by the crater Big O had left when it appeared. The black Megadues began to lower into the ground as the roads opened up and sucked it inside before shutting down, Roger walked up next to Dastun as the rest of the military police bagged the criminals. "It's just that ... I'm sick and tired of feeling like the MP Is useless." "I don't know what to tell ya, I'm only a Negotiator." Roger simply smiled as he tilted his shades a bit, putting his hands in his pockets as he strolled to his black Griffon. Opening up the door he got inside and started it up before heading down the road back towards his home, the streets of Paradigm passed him by, people going about their daily lives, some going to work while others were buying flowers for their Mrs. however something caught his eye as he stopped for a stop light, in the middle of an alleyway a man was being assaulted, the two burlier men beating upon his stomach in the alleyway, other people would just simply walk by the alleyway and shake their heads at the scene. However, Roger was already leaving his car behind much to the anguish felt by the people stopped behind him when the light turned green, he dashed into the alleyway and raised a finger to point at them.
"Hey! What are you doing?" "Shit, let's get the hell outta here." the two men dashed out of the other end of the alley as Roger knelt by the man, putting his hand on his shoulder, "Are you alright?" "Yes, I am ... thanks." the man simply shrugged the hand off and stood, multiple bruises and a bloody lip adorned his face. "Hm, you're..." the man looked at Roger with a hint of recognition before grabbing at his expensive looking black collar, "You're that Negotiator fellow everyone talks about, you gotta help me!" the man would grip Roger's collar extra tight. "Calm down..." Roger patted the man on the shoulder who then let go of his collar, "I'm." "Now, what is it you want from me?" "I need you to negotiate! Dam nit! What else would I ask a Negotiator to do?" once again the man got agitated. "Easy... now what is it you want me to Negotiate for? With whom?" "They're coming ... and there's no way I can stop them, you don't understand what they can do!" "I fail to understand what he was so upset about" Dorothy would chime in bringing the flashback to the present. "Well, I was coming to that." Roger smiled slightly as Dorothy just looked at him as if to tell him to go on, the flashback wavered back into existence as the Griffon headed towards the house.
"The man... Gabe Turnim... wanted me to negotiate for the settlement of several debts owed by him to a research lab, apparently he applied for funding on a project but once he failed on that project, they wanted the money back. Of course it was difficult to see scientists hiring big biceped goons to muscle the money out of him. Something was lingering in the back of my head that told me all wasn't as it seemed, but that wasn't for me to figure out, I was to dig no deeper and see no clearer." The griffon parked in the parking zone in the middle of the garage as Roger left the car and headed up the elevator. "I was only to negotiate, it wasn't my job to dig any deeper than that." he let out a sigh as he was greeted by Norman, "Welcome home, Master Roger, I assume everything went well with your current job?" "Peachy." "Ah, dinner will be ready shortly." "Thank you, Norman." Roger would sigh as he headed into the living room and sat down on the couch. He'd look at the piano before he sighed and looked up, "Norman!" "Yes?" "Why do we even keep that piano here? Do I ever play it?" "My, I don't know... it's been there since forty years ago and I only assumed it's been there before that." Norman would utter as he made his way into the kitchen to finish up dinner. There arose a clatter by the balcony which caused Roger to slowly stand up to check it out, as he walked over there he noticed something sitting on the balcony, upon closer inspection it appeared to be a sort of clock tied to several fuses on a stick of C-4, the clock reading 0:05. His eyes grew wide as he rushed from the balcony only to hear the explosion behind him, the resulting heat and force blowing him a good several feet across the room. Smoke quickly filled the room as Norman left the kitchen, "Master Roger?! Where are you?" Norman began to cough as he used his oven mitts to cover his nose and mouth; he tried his best to shift through the smoke but to no avail.
To Be Continued ...
"Wait a moment." Dorothy chimed in as Roger said those last three words in an odd sounding voice, "Yes?" "Why are you stopping there?" "Because my dinner is getting cold, we'll continue after I eat. If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were feeling a bit of disappointed when I said I'd continue it later." he smirked only to find Dorothy staring emotionless at him. "You know that to be impossible." "I guess so... but we'll continue the story later." Roger smirked as he began to eat, but he sure as hell did hear a bit of disappointment in Dorothy's voice when he had said that, which only made his smile increase.
(Note from Author) This is my first Big O Fan Fic; I'd appreciate any comments you would give me. I apologize for the "Act "and "Continued " lines being off center, but alas that's what this site does, I hope it doesn't ruin any of the enjoyment.
If you enjoy this one, a second chapter will be on its way.
