Once the group got inside and had Peach and Bowser carried off, Mr. S and Mr. P exchanged excited looks, expecting a reward!
"You four can take a break', Count Bleck shooed, 'you all have earned it". Mr. S went off to run around the perimeter, Mr. P turned to the kitchen for a late-day snack, and Mr. R retreated to a room marked with his name, his room.
It had cerulean walls, a cyan carpet, and a couple of black pieces of furniture dotted the area.
Upon sitting down on his aqua-blue bed, Mr. L came in. "Hey, can we talk", Mr. L asked. Mr. R nodded and made room. "I noticed how you felt when you were told to kill Mario, by me nonetheless, and didn't. (Yes, I did see that, but I didn't and won't tell the count, I swear it). So, Mario restored a little of your will, which was odd. I was told when I first arrived that you would be the least likely to try and break free, with you being a robot and all. I'm not that surprised, though. By the way, I really like robots, I mean it, so you seem a little more promising than your friends. But I need to ask you something: Where and how did he get you and your friends into his army".
Mr. R shook his head and placed a little tablet on his lap, which he wrote on and showed to Mr. L. He told about everything, from the restaurant disaster, to the induction, and everything in between. Mr. L understood and patted Mr. R on the shoulder while whispering, "Count Bleck also told me to reveal to you that the two of us are the new generals of his army. But if you need anything, I'm always free to talk, or for you write in this case. Well, bye Mr. R. See you in 30 minutes for dinner".
The Blue Bombing Bandit nodded, then sighed, lying down back-first on his sheets.
'What, or who am I?', he thought vigorously, 'am I a robotic child, or a robotic general. A crime fighter, or a crime causer? A son of a good doctor, or a servant of an evil count'.
Mr. R picked at the side his mask a little, thinking about how he could take it off. I mean, he didn't want to wear it, but it was in the 'dress-code', so he didn't have much of a choice.
"Mr. R! Dinner time", Mr. S and Mr. P hollered from down the hallway. Mr. R stopped prying off his mask and went down to dinner. "There you are, robot boy', Count Bleck chuckled over a Cuban sandwich, 'take a seat". Mr. R obeyed and a little can with the letter 'B' on it appeared in front of him. But, to him, it had a familiar letter 'E'. 'Am I holding an E-Tank? My favorite! Just like Dr., um, crud, I forgot, but he used to give these to me', he thought wistfully as he popped it open and sipped the contents like a gentlemen four times his canon age.
Mr. L smiled at his friend as they raised their drinks for a toast. "BLECK! Cheers! For the death of that stupid plumber Mario", Count Bleck rejoiced. "HOORAY!", Mr. S, Mr. P, and Nastasia cried. "Cheers", Mr. L said quietly. Mr. R looked at his feet, thinking about Mario and his efforts to help his homeland, as he himself did just eight hours ago, and how he could resume that purpose.
Speaking of Mario, the red plumber had made a long journey back to the Smash Mansion and was now talking to Master Hand. "Oh, please tell me you're kidding?! Peach, Bowser, Luigi, AND the third parties?", the hand groaned. Mario solemnly nodded.
"Yep, and Mr. L is-a back too!', Mario added, 'also, I-a should-a be dead right-a now, *sigh*". Master Hand flinched at the statement and asked why, to which Mr. Nintendo answered, 'Mr. L told-a Mr. R, you can-a probably guess who they-a are, to throw me off-a the side of a cliff into-a molten lava after I-a tried to slip behind him, but-a I told him a few things, and-a instead, he-a threw me onto an-a out-of-the-way ledge. He-a tried to break through, but only barely-a managed, but that does-a tell us something. They can-a fight back! And if they-a can, we can push-a back against Count Bleck and-a bust them-a out!".
Master Hand contently nodded and went onto the intercom, "Attention all smashers! Can these assist trophies report to the office at this time…"?
Mr. R was now back in his room, trying to pry his mask off his face. He wanted to be free, and he was about to get somewhere in his escapade, until Mr. L walked in on him.
"I thought you might be doing that', he remarked as Mr. R froze on the spot, 'but, to be fair, I don't blame you. The first time I was here, it wasn't so confining and orderly. But, hey, you might not want to do what you were doing just yet." Mr. R sighed and handed Mr. L a little disc, to which the Green Thunder asked, "Hm? What's this?"
"Alright', Mr. R lip-synced, 'can you hear me". Mr. L looked shocked when he realized that he could now hear his colleague. Mr. R giggled and lip-synced again, "Just between you and me, the Master doesn't know about this. I found some old parts in the lab with the Revert-a-Tron and used them, and my free-time, to engineer this device that can allow me to speak, sort of. Only you can hear me".
Mr. L smirked at the amount of trust being placed in him. He was glad to have a friend that wasn't Count Bleck; one that could be trusted and worked with out in the field, and Mr. R was a robot, further bettering the situation.
"Okay, I'll leave you alone to get some rest', Mr. L said, 'Count Bleck's gonna send us to take over Smash Mansion starting tomorrow. And he won't take no for an answer. See you tomorrow, buddy bot". "You too", Mr. R mouthed.
This was starting to get severe! If he was ordered to lead the assault on Smash Bros, Mr. R knew he would be forced to attack some of his friends, like Corrin, Reflet, Ryu, Ken, Zero, or worse, maybe even X or Protoman, his family! He had boiled down to one option: get this mask off and get out of here or die trying!
Angel is out! See you next chapter!