Proto Man touched down in a field. Wide open turf, plexiglass encasing him, and clouds colored with all the depth and skill of a five-year old told him exactly where he was.
Thankfully, Roll was adept at getting these places to close up shop so that no one ever got caught in the crossfire.
Before he could contemplate this any more, the floor opens up, sending him tumbling down into a dark room.
Nothing appeared at first. Then…
Buzzing sounds from afar came closer and closer before he found himself surrounded by mechanical wasps.
"Time to do some exterminating, I guess."
After a few minutes of shooting only for most of his shots to miss his small targets, he got another idea.
He lifted his arm cannon high to charge a shot. He held it as long as he could, but not to fire it.
Any minute, now…
When the swarm got close enough, he fired, with the resulting eruption clearing away the tiny robots, burning them all up.
The floor opened up again, but this time, he landed on his feet in a desert-like area.
A duo of mechanized wolves surrounded him. Since his Buster would need some time to cool off, he had to take another approach.
He leapt on top of the one to his left and rode upon it (with quite the struggle) before taunting the other one with his famous whistle. Thankfully, the other one took the bait.
He would have to time this just about perfectly…
He let go of his ornery ride and rolled away just before he could become chow for the rabid mecha that was in the midst of a pounce with mouth agape and ready for the kill.
The next few seconds made Proto Man wince, though he prepared for another fight, only for the active one to fry itself on a bitten wire in the carcass of its prey.
"Well, then. What's next?"
The next drop found him met by a more avian threat that threw itself at him. In mid-air.
Of course, Mega Man might have been screaming if he was in the maw of a pterodactyl mech.
That's one thing he always had over his brother. Always cool and collected.
He swung his shooting arm at the foe's teeth until it spat him out before stedying a regular charge shot at his now enraged enemy.
"See ya."
The recoil from the blast caused Proto Man to tumble down to the strangely jungle-like ground unprepared…
Into the waiting jaws of a lion.
No one ever said Proto Man was perfect.
He had to fight to get out of the creature's bear trap-like dentalwork. He fired some small shots down its throad that hit a vital area deep in the bowels in the creature, causing it to blow up…with him inside it.
He was able to recover, but was barely functioning by now, pops and burning eminating from him. He had to put the warning signs going off all over his robotic body (literally) to hear a growl.
"What n-now…?"
High above him, a creature stalked him, waiting for the just the right moment…
He looked up in the direction he heard the noise coming from. "Show yourse-self…" His voice slurred relly low with that last bit. He needed to end this fast.
The thing finally pounced.
With his head being actively crushed by the deadly claws of an otherwise childish looking bear, the red robot briefly questioned his life choices. Briefly.
Managing to shake him off, he collapsed on his knees.
"Stupid b-body…"
He was going to finish this even if he had to crawl. Even if his vision was already going…
Just before shutting down, he thought he heard fighting noises…
Fortunately for him, emergency warping protocol took over right there, sending him back home.