Well, here I go again, on my own.

Going down the only- okay I'll stop.

So I got to work on this sooner than later, because for some reason my internet decided " I want to be a slug" and just slowed to a crawl recently. Not that your complaining I imagine.

I honestly didn't expect this story to give me so many ideas on what to use, and that's not counting what some people have suggested already. It's insane.

I'm honestly surprised no one had tried making something like this sooner.

Okay, that's kind of a lie. One guy did make two stories, I found, of a Mega Man / DC mix.

And both are about Zero. With a harem. That's like the fastest way to get me to ignore a story.

You know, that's something that always irked me about fanfiction in general. It's all practically the same material with maybe a different setting and characters, and more often than not, incomplete. No wonder people don't like it much.

The best example I can think of is to suggest looking up any and all Legend of Zelda SI fanfics. You will almost always find the story about the SI being a girl with the hots for Link, and inevitably getting together with him.

I'm not saying I hate female leads but c'mon! What's so different about your story from the fifty others I've read?! My taste for romance stories has considerably worsened because of this.

I mean, I'm not going to start a new story yet, and I know for a fact that this story won't last forever. I'm just seeing how far I can take it before I run out of steam for it. But, for once, I would like a LoZ story that's worth reading and is either complete, or still active.

Right, I need to focus. You'll notice This is a very in-depth chapter. That's because, for some reason, I became very self-conscious about the story halfway through writing this one.

I don't know why, I was just "Oh, that doesn't explain enough I gotta fix that. This is a time skip, I need to give context!" I mean, I don't know if its fine, or if it's become a bloated mess now.

Also, to switch to a less stressful topic, I'm surprised no one tried guessing what the other series I want to include is at all. One guy suggested what I added in, but not guessed.

Here's a hint, it still technically has to do with robots.

One last thing, When I was writing a certain part, I couldn't help but laugh at the image that came to mind. So I want to request something, I'll go into details at the bottom for my request. Actually, make that two requests but, later.

For now, enjoy the show!

Chapter 1

Not the greatest start.

The sound of my alarm going off roused me from my sleep. There was a slight creaking noise too, but I ignored it.

"Too early..." I grumbled. I reached over to hit the "snooze" button.

Only I missed. I felt around on my night stand but my alarm clock wasn't there. Actually, the annoying beeping that I hear sounded a bit farther away.

I cracked one eye open and am greeted by a Metall by my open door, holding my alarm clock with it's arm attachment.

Correction, it's my first Metall. I can tell due to the "#1 Sass" written on it's new helmet.

That had been a strange discovery, I build this thing feet, arms, and hands, and suddenly it gets a personality. I did a diagnostic run and double-checked the coding, but everything seemed the same as I remembered it. No glitches or anything. Even the other Metalls aren't like this. Or at least, not to this extreme.

Because of course the first robot I make gets all the sass.

"Kindly turn that off would you?" I muttered.

"Met met." It replied.

"Snarky little bugger." I said as I roll over and throw the blanket over my head. Just ignore it and maybe it'll go away.

And the blanket was pulled off of me, revealing my skull covered purple pajamas.

"We're really doing this today?" I asked.

"Met, Met-et." it said.

"I'll call in sick then. I only got four hours of sleep after all." I retorted.

That had become a bad habit of mine. I would work on something late into the night and only remember about sleep when I can no longer see straight.

"Mehhht! Met, met-te-te." It argued back, sounding like a mother scolding her kid. Don't even bother asking me how I knew that.

I groaned, tossing my sleeping cap off and shuffling myself out of bed.

"Fine! But, one of these days, I'm turning you into a rice cooker!"

"Met, met met." It said before walking off.

Welp, time for my daily routine.

"- And the invaders were driven back, all thanks to the effort of the Justice League."

"Hah, yes the League. Everyone keeps hailing them as saviors, but do you people even think it's a little strange how a group with a space station orbiting Earth, would have missed such an obvious, MASSIVE, invasion force?!"

And that's my cue to tune out the TV and focus on breakfast.

If there was one thing I could have hoped for, it was that Godfrey wasn't actually a thing in this universe.

I don't remember much about him, aside from his part in a few TV series, but I think he had ties to Apokalips. The fact that he has his own little slot on the news is just aggravating too. Even if he didn't have any ties to Darkseid, I just hate people like him who outright ignore the good points that the team of heroes has and continue to slander and demonize them.

I mean, okay, I'm also very paranoid that they'll become the justice lords but that's totally different.

And the fact that people are honestly buying this bastards bullshit is rage inducing! Darkseid or no, it just make me want to punch him and all of his "fans"!

I stabbed through the paper plate when I finally refocused on what was happening. Whoops.

Well I guess it's good to know I still hate mankind...

Okay, maybe not all of mankind.

I could never turn my back on my grandparents or my friends. They had helped me keep sane all these years, especially from the stress of knowing what's to come. Not that I told them that.

Because that'll go over real well won't it? "Oh hey, so, this is all a comic book story from my past life, oh yeah btw I've been reincarnated, and none of you are real, see you next Thursday?" Yeah, I don't think so. I could practically see their stress levels shoot through the roof because of that.

Though I'll admit they made my early days at college manageable, because having to go through puberty again? Not fun. I felt like I could barely function without the threat of a panic attack.

Still, one of the many perks of being able to remember your past life, you're already smarter than most kids your current "age". Actually I think the whole fourteen-year-old in college thing probably messed some of the professors up, I don't know.

That had also kind of sucked too. As much as I hated going back through school, I didn't want to just rush through it. Having the "child prodigy" status plastered onto me might as well be a giant sign asking anyone and everyone to make my life hell. I didn't want people like Luthor to suddenly stop by my house.

I guess I wasn't doing enough to hide it. I was lucky I didn't have a conga line of news anchors show up, let alone Lex.

And I'll admit, I wasn't very open when it came to socializing. Didn't stop my friends from pestering me the first time we met.

Getting off track again, where was I? Oh right, stress, that's... also a problem I've been having lately. Stress. Lots of it too.

Just knowing what's waiting out there has always been on the back of my mind. All the ways I could potentially be stabbed in the back and have my ideas used to destroy the world. Or how the world could radically change into a nightmarish setting at the snap of a finger.

Oh yeah, I could have died again too I guess. Actually, that might have been helpful rather then a problem.

Wow, that's dark. What I meant is, I could have met with Death and asked how I even got here. Because if by some random chance one of the Endless sent me here without my consent, ain't no god alive that will stop me from my vengeance.

Okay, I need to make something to help me stay focused. This is getting ridiculous. Where was I? Oh right, the possibility of having my stuff stolen. That's exactly why I shelved some old research back in my college days. The potential for destruction is ridiculous. The last thing people need is a giant death robot hopped up on speed.

Granted, before, I had my friends to listen to me vent. They knew as well as I did how easily things get stolen and used against the world at large, so they could relate.

But, that was a few years ago, before they graduated I had always had them in one class or another. Now, the only way to talk to them is with a computer. It's always reassuring that Skype is still garbage even here. And even when it does work, they might be too busy to talk. Or asleep, or something.

Or, what happened to Pedro...

"Calm down Al-"

"No! I won't calm down! He's been in the Amazon jungle for almost a month! No word, no letters, and only NOW does the newly founded 'Justice League' decide to investigate!" I yelled at Noele.

I was stuck pacing between my computer and the TV, currently set to the news, that mentioned the missing archeology team before going to commercial.

"I knew there was something wrong with that place when they said ancient ruins suddenly popped up! I told him that this was a bad idea! And he still went there!"

"Hindsight is 20/20 friend." Mikhail somberly said. "Besides, anyone willing to make a name for themselves would have jumped this just as quickly as he did."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, Cossack!"

The TV sounded off signaling the news was back on.

"-And we are now getting reports that the League has found the remaining archeology team! We're going there live now!"

I turned so fast, I thought my head was going to fly off. The TV showed about four people currently being taken off an ambulance, and into a nearby hospital.

And there was Pedro

Missing an arm...

Turns out, the ruins had an EM field suddenly appear around it when it sprang up from the earth. How exactly no one noticed it before they sent in a team via helicopter, I don't know.

Then again, most civvies and guards in the comics, shows, what have you, were practically blind when it came to something like the security camera's bugging out, so what do I know?

Anyways, even though the League searched the entirety of the ruins, they couldn't find whatever was making the EM field. Plenty of traps? Sure. But nothing else.

Wait, damnit, I went on a rant again, where was I? Oh right. I still make sure to check up on Pedro every so often, but despite being one arm short he still has work to do.

Good for him.

Still, between my grandparents and my friends, I don't get much "enjoyable" social interaction. And I can feel the encroaching madness of my situation start to strain my mind. I suppose that's why I made my robots with some personality, to try and fill the void.

Except they're all yes men. Well, okay not all of them. I'm looking at you number one.

"Met."

So at best it's just a stop gap from my slow dive into insanity. Not that I haven't tried making a robot with a true AI yet.

I finish my breakfast of bacon and eggs, another perk of being reborn, no more picky tastes. Something I always hated in my previous life, the food could smell delicious but taste bad to me, and I hated that.

I set the few dishes I had in the sink, alongside my skull mug, and wander off to the bathroom. Taking a glance around at the various Metalls wandering the house.

Despite how many there were, I didn't make them all from scratch. I had a few generous donations from my friends, what they could get away with sending me at least, which I first used to upgrade Number one. They knew very early I wasn't going to join any of the big-name companies, like Star Labs, or Kord Industries. Or even get any official backing from people like Wayne Tech.

Because the last thing I need is Batman as my boss right now.

My memory on them all was shoddy at best, but most, if not all, of them get stolen from very easily, or have some slightly (read: obviously) corrupt people on staff, who would more than likely sell to obvious villains if it meant more money.

So naturally, I'm going to make my own lab independent, like a family owned business.

Too bad it's never that simple. Between supply & demand, I had nothing going for me, except the one tiny robot made from scraps.

I step into the shower and turn it on.

I've got quite a few robots now though. An entire team of Metalls, some with feet, others without because they can actually climb walls and ceilings without them, a few Bunby Heli's or Bladers for a little recon when needed, and not sure on which name to decide on yet, and Tellys for defense.

Speaking of defense, I am seriously vulnerable. The robots could probably handle any basic robbers, but anyone with magnetic powers or who can absorb electricity, like LiveWire, and I'm screwed.

I dug out the basement some to act as my lab/workshop, but that's all I could do. Any more digging and someone's going to notice. I need another place. I would send a few robots out to look, but in a city like this, they're bound to get spotted, no matter how blind the people act.

Don't even get me started on having to fill my walls with lead so Superman doesn't notice the robots wandering about, let alone soundproof.

I step out of the shower to dry off, then I started brushing my teeth.

Still, despite my generous friends, I wanted to stand on my own two feet. And that's when I found out an advantage to living in Metropolis.

Superman fights cause a lot of collateral damage. which means a lot of wrecked cars, shops, buildings, etc.. But to me? It's free resources! Nobody will care if their already trashed car was striped for parts. Right?

It started with the Mets going off into the field, then once the Bladers... Bunby... screw it, Recon bots were made, they would carry the Mets farther out. And while I would have been worried about them getting spotted, people tend to keep their heads down when a Superman fight starts. Which is very easy to tell actually.

Also the cities security camera grid was pathetically easy to hack into, making my resource gatherings practically invisible.

And it's the only reason I stay in this city. Not because I can drive to my grandparents house in a few hours to visit them. Nope. Not at all.

I spit into the sink and finished up in the bathroom. Only one thing left to do: go down to the basement and check on my current project.

"-So I had to make custom generators to meet my energy demands, because good lord I nearly went into debt from the electric bill." I said, walking down the stairs to the basement.

"Mehht, mehht." Number one droned out, following me. "Met met, met-et-et? Met met met!" It said.

"I know you were there, but I can't just write this all down in a journal! That's evidence I don't need to be found from a standard police search." I said. "And I do not narrate my life to you every day. Just once a week, so I can make sure I'm still all here." I punctuated by tapping my head.

"Mehhht...?" It asked.

"Because, if I do eventually go 'crazy evil scientist' on the world, none of my other creations can disobey me. You, for some strange reason, can." I elaborated.

"Met, met-et-et-te?"

"I'm fairly certain you would know when I go crazy evil, and get out before I decide to blast you." I retorted.

"Mehhht." It snarked.

I resisted the urge to snark back. Instead focusing on my "lab".

The Tellys were off in the corner, currently powered down. But once there was an intruder, they would switch on, and begin tackling them mercilessly. Granted I thought a metal brick ramming their heads in was a bit much, so I gave them an ability to become electrically charged.

Now they're living tasers.

There were various machines down here, all of them necessary in some way. The numerous blueprints on robot designs scattered all over. Whoever said art class was an unnecessary class was wrong about that, I needed to learn how to draw the concept art for those blueprints somehow.

I then glance at three machines off to the back, currently being powered by separate generators.

They had been my pride and joy a while ago. Well, two of the three anyway.

The first machine was supposed to be a Mass Synthesizer. That is the right term isn't it?

Whatever, point is, it didn't work how I wanted it. Rusted and/or broken junk goes in one side, new materials and metals come out the other.

Except it didn't make anything except this strange oil like goo, and an clear gel-like substance. Like, a lot of it. It was a mess.

Out of curiosity, and boredom, I did some examinations, and sent some to my friends to do a quick glance over since all I have is an ordinary microscope. Apparently it had a high count of... something. I want to say Electrons but, the pictures I got back didn't look right. In fact, there where two different looking atoms in them.

According to them the two samples I gave them on the oil where vastly different, and did not sit well when mixed. They would continue tests, they wrote, but so far it looks like it could be used as a new fuel type, if compatible. But I was impatient so I ran my own tests.

The gel stuff, apparently, can be used to deter projectiles.

No, I'm serious, it can deflect bullets, energy blasts, just about anything that you shoot at it. I say just about, because I only have so few tools to test this out.

I used it on my Metall helmets.

Let's just say, I almost lost an eye because of that experiment and leave it at that.

But the oil stuff as fuel? Boy, were they wrong about that.

I tried to see if I could use the goo to recharge something. So I started with batteries.

The results were... Mixed. Some batteries melted, others exploded, but none of them were a success. I tried with various types in fact, even a car battery. One poor Metall nearly got blown up from the car battery. I've been tediously fixing the poor robot since that day.

So that one's shelved for now.

The second machine, the actual mass synthesizer, worked fine. But it has only two settings unfortunately. On the plus side, one of those setting made an entirely new material.

Which I have dubbed Ceramic Titanium, or Ceratanium for short.

The second setting does what it's intended, but I can't really choose what material I get back. At least, not unless I know what the thing I put in is made up of most.

Back to the downsides, it is painfully expensive. Not only does the machine guzzle energy, which nearly got me into debt, it also takes triple the amount of basic materials to give me the Ceratanium. And, it turns out Ceratanuim is really heavy.

So that was a mixed success. Now the last machine is my Teleporter. I had intended for a stealthier method of teleportation, and I got it.

The amount of tests run on it where necessary. I don't want to disintegrate and have a clone appear on the other end. And I had to make sure it was safe for both organic and synthetic life.

I'll admit I was never a fan of using a living creature to test something potentially dangerous, but I didn't have much choice.

But, like with everything else so far, it has a problem. The generator powering it is insufficient. I had to hook up three separate generators to get it to not short out on me, and I don't have the resources to build more. So it's just going to collect dust until I find a new energy source, or something.

Speaking of energy...

I turn my attention to the table in the center. On it was my latest project.

He was about as tall as a teenager, currently wearing a red and grey outfit. I wouldn't call it armor exactly, I did make him some, but that's for later. He looked no different than a human, He had synthetic skin and hair, even if I went overboard in the hair department.

The only real clue as to it's true identity as a machine was that his chest was open, revealing the inner circuits and power core. Which also shows me the problem. The power core won't properly function. If I powered him on now, his core wouldn't be able to keep him on.

I've tried to fix it, but nothing seems to stick. I changed the wiring, charged the core, tinkered with power output, but nothing worked. And I'm most certainly not going the nuclear option for power.

If I turned him on, it would all end with a broken robot, a broken dream, and a broken man.

"So..." I start. "Any chance you could pull a miracle out of your hat?" I turned to Number One.

It just looks at me, confused.

"Yeah, I thought not." I sighed.

"Met, Met." It said with a slight sad tone to it, patting my back.

"I need to figure something out. How much time before the convention?" I asked.

"Met-et."

Not very long, then. Just a few months at best.

The Metropolis Annual Science Convention. One of the few places scientists from all over come to show off their wares.

And currently, my only ticket to starting up independently. What better place to advertise a robot work force right?

Sadly, they would take one look at my current robots and laugh. I wouldn't be taken seriously with just a bunch of Metalls.

I needed something bigger, better.

I needed a master robot. Or, more accurately, Robot Masters.

"Met met-te-te?" It asked.

"No. This prototype wouldn't be part of it. I'd prefer to keep him more as an assistant. And a guard." I turned to his finished armor, weapon, and shield.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you all can handle a few basic thugs with ease. But, against the bigger players..."

It nodded in understanding, before seeming to remember something.

"Metmet, Met!"

"Right, work..."

I really don't want to go to work right now.

I suppose I had this coming.

All my friends went to actual businesses, and I didn't. Sure they want to make their own robots too, but they knew they would need money and resources.

Hell, even Ami got into the whole robot fiasco. And she was a botanist.

Oh yeah, speaking of Ami, I wonder if she sent me those supplies yet?

Still, point is, they got actual jobs as scientists.

Meanwhile, with me?

I noticed a car pull up and brought up the microphone.

"Hello can I take your order?" I tried not to sound like I'm absolutely dead inside.

"Yeah, can I get uhhh..."

This is hell.

I could have avoided this, but no. I let my paranoia take the wheel.

Yeah, this is going to be a black smudge on my resume; "Dr. Albert W. Wily, eighteen-year-old super genius extraordinaire, and recent restaurant chef." that'll get me mad respect, for sure.

The only good thing about this job is the paycheck I get.

"Al! Table seven! NOW!"

Did I mention, aside from the manager, I'm the only one here? Oh there are other people who work here, but most of them are part timers. The real workers won't come in until lunch.

Doesn't help that the manager is always angry. What is this, New York?

Maybe I should have moved out of town, I hear Gotham is nice this time of year.

Yeah, right.

"It's fine." I muttered. "Just be glad it's not the lunch rush yet. Everything's fine."

And it was that moment the sky outside decided to turn dark.

Alright, Chapter one is done.

Like I said before, I felt really self-conscious for some reason. And I just started dumping exposition to make it gel better. It probably didn't work out like I hoped.

I doubt it'll happen again, since this was more a time skip from the prologue it needed more information, but I can't stop worrying.

Okay on to my "requests". The first one is easy enough.

Can I get a drawing of a very annoyed / disgruntled Wily in a generic restaurant outfit? The background doesn't matter. I will probably want to make that my new profile icon.

Second, and this is probably selfish, can someone point me to a good Legend of Zelda SI story? One that isn't dead perhaps? Or hell, if I could be more selfish, can I request one to be made? Specifically Hyrule Warriors maybe? I only ever found like two of those and they both never made to five chapters!

I know it's selfish but I'm just sick of all the dead cookie-cutter stories I find. You would think with how there's a search function for OC's, there would be one for SI's too, but no.

Anyway, Until next chapter.