In her younger days, Piña had a lot of brushes with death and close calls. This wasn't the first time she's been running from someone, though it's been some time with her old age. The aged woman wasn't a stranger to the sudden jolt or overflow of a rush when the time arose. Now about the feeling currently running through her veins...This?

This wasn't adrenaline. Whatever was flowing through her definitely wasn't adrenaline, and no one can tell her otherwise! Although to give props, the effect was still fueling her movements as if she was on a can of Red Bull.

While Piña fled, several thoughts swarmed through her head. Seconds later, a yellow sphere of (oh Lord, that's dangerous as hell!) energy came close to hitting her boots and Piña banished whatever thoughts she had left. The glowing sphere narrowly missed, sending her a few centimeters forward from the ground's recoil. She managed not to hinder her fast-moving feet, prompting to leap forward and grab the edge of a building before parkouring her way up and onto the roof.

Whoever this weird-ass boy was, he certainly wasn't playing around. He may be a young sonny but this fellow can handle a gun if he wanted to.

Speaking of which, who in their right mind decided to give that kind of overpowered weapon to children? Piña would be busy beating his parents' asses if she wasn't about to get capped by the strange child in blue. Wait, did such a weapon even exist?

"What kind of future-type shit-" Piña voiced before jumping a roof. To her horror, the one in armor appeared to have climbed after her. She was unable to dodge as he performed one of those high kicks you only see in the movies. The aged woman hissed as she was sent a distance away, sliding across the roof and skitting off the edge, gravity eager to tug her down. On reflex, her gloved hands shot out and grabbed the brick roof's corner. Her legs moved so she could find a way down.

Piña glanced below to view a safe spot to land. She froze, however, when the lethal hum of a weapon resounded near her face. The air around the area stilled as she took the liberty to stare possible death in the face.

"Woah there," The aged soul spoke, voice quiet despite the quivering in her legs as they dangled freely. Her vision remained on the glow inside the boy's blaster between her eyes. "How about you don't shoot a defenseless little ol' me? Don't you have any respect for your elders?" Was this teasing death? Piña didn't know, but she damn sure didn't want to be shot point blank either. "Don't shoot." She spoke gently again, eyes still on the light of apparent doom waiting for her.

"I don't want to shoot you!" The one in blue voiced his discontent, face

showing signs of being upset. "Breakman-Protoman- Whoever you are! You keep running away! How are we supposed to talk this out if you never say anything, then just run?" His statements nearly fell on deaf ears as the robot hanging from the edge didn't reply. Viewing the other's eyes was impossible as well, as her shades did an excellent job of hiding whatever panic was present. "Protoman...I need to know what side you're on." His question demanded an appeal.

"I don't know about everyone else; but I'm on whatever side you're on," Piña blurted, but shrunk back a little as the one with the weapon merely squinted his peculiar eyes. "I mean," She tried her best not to wince. "Uhh, what were we speaking about?" A smile forced its way onto her lips as Piña tried to seem innocent. Unfortunately, the frown on the other's lips indicated her attempt seemed to do the exact opposite.

A sharp sound flew through the air.

Piña barely had time to react as a literal piece of metal cut harmlessly passed her and into shot her captor. Not a second later the target yelped, pained by the sudden attack. He fell back with a cry while Piña barely registered a faint pulse of something comforting nearby. Her feet finally made contact with the wall and the confidence to escape grew. She leaped off and landed on the sidewalk after a semi-long fall.

The impact may have resulted in damage to the concrete but Piña's mind had already switched to more important matters. Like staying the hell alive. She barely made it a few yards before side-jumping a loose shot from behind. Damn, he wasn't playing games! That could've taken her arm straight off! ...And Piña likes her new mobile arms. She'd rather not lose them to some blue hippie, child or not!

The aged soul was passing by a darkened ally-way and for a quick second, she paused. The hesitation was enough for a grip to latch onto her arm and roughly tug her into the awaiting darkness without enough time for a single peep.

"Don't let go of my hand unless you want to be caught." The naruto-cosplayer curtly hissed, pulling Piña further away from the danger she was just in. Piña, the wise old soul, only opened her mouth seconds later.

"Uhh, yeah. Sure thing, Naruto-looking fella…Yeah." She barely noticed the annoyed glare tossed in her direction as the aged soul took note of how her surroundings looked different than it did moments before. "What the hell did you just do?" Piña was almost in awe, everything was dark but she could see the peculiar ninja-loving cosplayer clear as day. ...Which remained the religious woman of her missing cross.

"Quiet." The cosplayer murmured again, a bit harshly despite the cool tone.

...Piña only shut up because she heard fast familiar footsteps of her assailant.

The blue armored boy soon ran past the area they were in, and eventually, the area's only sounds were the distinct wails of police sirens. The old soul then looked to the tall ninja-like person and held her questions until he led her out of the dark space. "Mind telling me what the hell you just did?" She repeated her question, stumbling when the blast of colors stunned her. The sudden switch must've caused a bit of a strain.

While she stared at him, an annoying window popped up in the corner of her vision. Reminded of her weird-ass dream, Piña scowled and tried wiping it away mentally. Surprisingly the action worked, and the impossible event closed. I thought those damn drugs wore off... Obviously not, looks like she'll need to rest or something.

"I merely hid us in a shadow." Her savior explained, taking a step ahead but staying alongside the building's walls in the ally. He glanced left and gained a bit of light to him. "It seems Mega Man lost track of you." The metal on his head seemed threatening as he glared down at the shorter her. "Which likely wouldn't have happened if I didn't intervene. What were you doing?" The question only scrambled Piña's mind.

"Err," There was no correct answer to this.

"Nevermind. I could already tell you were quite a handful ever since you were activated." The ninja-cosplayer appeared to sigh. "That's another reason why the doctor sent me, I suppose." He gestured her to follow, and Piña only did so to avoid further conflict. They had to lay low, which meant moving along slowly and out of sight. "If he found you out, you would've been killed on the spot."

The aged soul shivered, glancing to her own weapon which felt cold. She moved it, and the ready blaster remained docile upon command.

"You could've at least had the decency to defend yourself. will not be pleased." Defend herself? Against a child?

Piña had no idea what kind of fucked-up-situation she was involved in, and so she chose to bluff. "Can you blame me? The kid's got them moves." The aged soul even went as far as to cross her arms and try her best to look 'cool' as her grandchildren would say over digital media. " 'Didn't think he could perform a specialized jump so far in the air either. Damn." The old person did her best not to feel ill.

The ninja gave her a weird look, which Piña caught almost immediately. "What now?" She blurted, despite her nerves itching to tell the other of all the faults he had.

"You have...An odd accent with your program." The ninja-cosplayer spoke almost in puzzlement as his unnatural red eyes remained on her. "Where on Earth did you get it from?" His question seemed innocent, but to her...No.

The offense was taken. Greatly.

"Now see here, ...Whatever the hell you like to be called-"

"My designation is Shadowman." The taller person bluntly gave out his name.

"Sandwich," Piña continued harshly.

"Shadowman."

"Right. Sandman," She didn't notice how the other sighed heavily. "My accent is none of your damn business. You hear me? None." Piña scowled, "While I'm damn grateful you saved me, I won't tolerate anyone disrespecting the way I speak. You hear?" He didn't seem affected, and Piña's mood spiked downwards. She glared daggers at the concrete. "Fucking disrespectful looking…"

Shadowman finally gave her a stern stare, and she swiftly shut up. "I will respect your wishes, but I won't accept your disrespect either." Suddenly the blade on his head seemed shiner and several times more dangerous. "Listen, Copy." He warned with narrowed eyes. "Any other Wilybot would've taken your words as one of challenge. And considering the fact you were just activated... Be careful what you say." With that, he walked faster, leaving Piña to hurriedly catch up.

The silence was static.

"...You don't act like him in the slightest." Shadowman glanced down at her again, but Piña didn't bristle this time around. She only kept silent, observing her weapon and gloved hand. "I suppose that's a blessing. Not all robots are as colorful and animated as you." It sounded like an insult, but the smaller person was doing her best to keep up with this information.

"Wait, so that boy was a robot?" Her eyes glanced to her weapon. Were they all robots? ...Even her?

What in the fuck?

"...You didn't know? Didn't your processors register him as the main enemy? You should've received a whole data profile on his stats. " This time, Shadowman sounded confused himself. He paused in his walking to inspect the other, startling the aged soul as he offered a hand. "Take my hand. I will supply the appropriate fix." His eyes (strange as they were) already said volumes how he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Piña grit her teeth and grabbed his hand, fully unprepared for the amount of presence Shadowman gained upon contain. She felt like coughing despite lacking real lungs, and she felt a tiny mental swift flip on. A feeling of appeasement fell over the shoulder, and the previous feelings she felt toward the bank faded.

He let go, and the aged soul retreated backward a few steps, bring her gloved hand to her other arm. That was the weirdest shit she's ever felt, and drugs didn't cause it."Damn." She hissed, but Shadowman didn't react to her colorful banter.

"I don't know how you did it, but it appears you turned the main assignments off by yourself. Either that or accidentally forgot to make sure you were stable." He turned a corner, and Piña moved to catch up with a light swear. "It should work now." The ninja seemed to close his eyes for a moment. "We're going to teleport out. Any further questions?" Shadowman didn't appear like he wanted more questioning.

"Yeah," Piña grumbled. "Who their right mind decided to give a child a fucking weapon?" Robot or no robot, he looked like a little child fresh out of kindergarten. Does that not seem wrong to people? Promoting school shootings, that's what it is. Disgusting.

Shadowman sighed and the aged soul debated if robots could feel emotions judging by her interactions today. "His choice, primarily. That's the world we currently live in." The words fell through the wind, reaching the aged soul's ears not most definitely not her spirit.

Piña crossed her arms, investigating the countdown of seconds they had left. She watched an insect fly by.

"Bullshit."

Shadow didn't give any verbal response, but Piña continued anyway with an impatient foot.

"You think that's just how the world is? Due to actions of arrogant pricks who can't fight one-on-one for shit?" Piña would've spat at the ground if there weren't seconds left. "Bullshit. That's the kind of shit-talk that defends racism and whatever the fuck else exists. Don't you tell me; 'that's just how the world is' crap. 'Cause that's just utter bullshit." She turned to face him, shades only adding intimidation to her words.

"You're mighty grown but you obviously got a lot to learn." As most young or some middle-aged adults do. "The world you live in is the world you choose to live in. Don't you let anyone tell you otherwise." And before Shadowman would even blink; the two had teleported off to the selected coordinates.

When they arrived at 's main location, Piña stomped off. Her metal feet looked to have some sort of limp. "Now don't worry about dear old me so quickly. I got some research to do." Piña barely managed a few steps before Shadowman picked her up by her waist. He carried her like a lightweight. "The hell?" She blurted, but the taller robot was already taking her down the hall.

"Mechanical assistance. You injured your left foot. Likely during that freefall of yours?"

Piña grumbled colorful swears but the ninja robot didn't release her until they found 'their' creator. didn't look pleased, but he fixed up his newly activated robot anyways upon learning from Shadowman about Mega Man's insight about the fake. The ninja robot gave her a tiny nod before disappearing. The aged soul didn't like the glint in Wily's eyes as the lab coat man began to plan aloud with her in his presence.

The aged soul made a dash outside the room when her leg was finally fixed but found herself stuck in one spot when the man called after her. How the hell, She paused, searching through her new mind to figure out what was keeping her from daredevil-dashing out of this crazed room. Crazy is fucking contagious. Piña didn't want to stick around and catch that.

"Just where do you think you're going?" Wily grumbled, arms crossed.

To kick your father's ass for creating such a disrespectful little brat, Piña slowly turned to him. "Research, sonny. Is that not a thing around here? You know, so I could get off my ass and plan ahead? Damn, I could've sworn…" She trailed off on purpose, hoping to (agh) please him into letting her ditch.

"Sonny?" The doctor blinked, he looked genuinely confused and paused in his previous upset to observe.

"Yeah, because you're young." Piña bluntly replied. Way younger than me. Probably by fifteen years or so. Likely, but she wouldn't dare ask for his true age. The aged soul can respect that kind of secrecy at least.

...She isn't sure why the other seemed touched by her words of sincerity.

"Why not? You can call me that." He looked amused, and in a better mood than when he was fixing her leg. The lab coat-wearing man waved his hand freely. "Sure sure, go plan. I'll call for you when I have the next appropriate move set up." He began to hum a catchy tune before leaving to his computer and typing in his password.

Piña slowly tip-toed away.


The ninja-fellow had certainly made himself scarce. Piña couldn't locate him anywhere, and she was already lost in this...Area Wily uses for whatever. Did it count as a living space? What does this man have to live in a dumbass castle, but doesn't seem to have any friends? She wasn't about to run around in a place with obvious traps likely awaiting around the corner. Now that Piña was uh, a 'robot', shouldn't she have some type of GPS? He just up and got out of here when his ninja-ass got the chance.

Her robot steps finally came to a stop as annoyance finally set in. She sat on the uncomfortable floor, crossing her arms and glaring at the ground. You know the-fuck what? I could damn care less. She'll simply sit here and investigate her new robot abilities. Even if it did creep her out, a free GPS should be laying around inside her head. Piña was never able to use those things before, but she's gonna have to learn now.

Alright, you bad bitch. Think.

Minutes passed, and those minutes finally transferred into hours.

Eventually, the aged soul gave up and decided to do what she intended on doing. Plain ol' Research.

Piña wondered about the child-looking robot. She let her vision fade to black before picturing the boy in blue. Upon swimming through her own mind, a sudden window opened up in the corner of her mind. The aged soul didn't shove it away like last time and viewed the tab. She didn't have her prescription glasses but the text looked clear and non-painful to her inner eyes. Piña sped through the details like when she read the bible, humming when she finally finished the basics.

Mega Man...Aka, Rockman.

A moment of silence.

He sounds like a video game name. She rubbed the back of her neck, puzzled by the odd naming. That, or one of those Flintstones characters.

The hallways if the castle was quiet aside from the occasional footstep far away. Piña may or may not think the place was haunted, and so she remained against the wall, thinking to herself. Instead of ghosts, other robots were likely strolling around and doing...Robot things.

There's no need to jump out the window just yet, though it might come to that.

She mentally pressed further for information, but this time; the aged soul aimed for the being called 'Breakman.' The aged soul found herself curious about the one she was 'created' to imitate. No, Piña didn't plan to intercept him, as all the robots here are already bat-shit scary with all those Grade-A weapons...

Quite a few results popped up, including her own title.

Piña crossed her arms, the habit beginning to settle as she re-read the robot's alias name. As an oldie, and someone who loves music, a grin fell on her face. What a classy-ass name. It's a shame they won't be meeting one another. With a name like that-They've got to have made at least one musical arrangement, right?

...Can robots create original music? She has her own suspicions but the old soul really didn't know. These robotic fellas seemed awfully animated, but they're still robots. They still aren't living things, lacking cells and all that scientific crap. She should experiment by how far their programmed personality goes.

She may not be a true robot herself, but finding a reliable ally was still at the top of her list. Piña hasn't created a decent relation yet. ...And she certainly wasn't going to attempt anything with that Wily-fellow. Something internally told her doing so would be a huge mistake, and she wasn't about to dismiss her mental gut.

The human-minded robot stood up, finally done with her internal musings.

"Alright," Piña murmured in a low voice, observing a nearby robotic-bird fly over her head, turning a corner. "You can do this. And after, I'll get to church. I'll need an outlet to flush this shit out my system…" And so she strolled off down the halls, head high and back straight. "I could go for a blunt right about now." Even if those blunts are likely what got her into this situation.

The aged soul spent the next few days relaxing and taking things slow with her new body. Wily would occasionally call her down to move heavy things, but it wasn't anything extreme. Still, how dare he ask a frail old woman like her to push large crates out the way? Her spine and bones are on their last legs! She even ranted this to him, but Wily merely grumbled something about 'fixing her personality' and those words were enough for Piña to bodily tackle the box several feet away so the structure wasn't a distraction.

It didn't even hurt. Robots are very durable, apparently.

Piña ended up testing this out by running around the castle without stopping for several hours. The age soul eventually collapsed of course(and she learned the existence of E-Tanks when Wily found her crumpled on the ground), but it was the best thing she's ever done. Cross Country Track seemed far away, but knowing these robotic limits…

She was unstoppable! None those ignorant bitches would stand a chance in fighting her.

"Copy."

Piña jumped, almost flailing in surprise at the sudden voice. She whipped around, a bit uneasy as she noted the other trying to look cool by staying in the shadows again.

"Sandwich-fella?" What's with him trying to look so mysterious?

"Shadowman," He curtly corrected. "You are currently needed," Shadowman informed her cooly, red eyes narrowed in stern seriousness as usual.

"Again? Wasn't I there about...Ten minutes ago? What the hell does he want now? It's late in the night for god's sake." Piña mumbled a complaint. The other robot didn't look amused with her

"Previously you were called two hours, twenty-eight minutes and-"

"Good Lord, that's accurate. I did not ask for accurate." Piña winced, looking away.

"-Ten seconds ago." Shadowman finished firmly. "Get going."

And she was then rudely kicked out into the room with the robot scientist. Grumbling, the aged soul marched in with heavy feet. "What is it this time, sonny? It ain't moving one of those damn crates again, is it? If it is I'm gonna whoop-" Piña dumbly stared at robot on one of the counters. It was fairly small but big enough to be the median-large size of a dog.

Wily spun his chair to face her. "Excuse me," He paused, eyes seemingly amused yet still managing to hold a twinkle of annoyance. "You would what?-if I called you over to move from crates?" There was an underlying threat present, and Piña reacted on reflex.

"-Whoop in joy of course! You know, because uh," She tried her best not to look for an emergency exit. "Moving crates just happens to be my hobby! All sorts of fun and shit-You know!" Nailed it, horribly, but still nailed it! "So uhh, you called?" Piña began sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head as her 'nerves' ate away at her.

"Hmph." The man with sideburns huffed, flicking the deactivated robot on the table with a finger. "Come here, Copy Breakman." No room to decline the demand.

Piña nearly hesitated because the name was stupid as ever, but she her own feet to move forward. The aged soul was nearly flabbergasted at this, but hid it behind her own poker face. She wisely stayed silent as Wily gestured to the robot on the table. Piña took a movement to actually observe the finished model, taking note of how inhumane it was compared to hers or even Shadowman's structure.

"This is one of the robots you'll be controlling on your new assignment." The man explained briefly. "You'll be controlling many at a time, but I know how taxing that is on any new robotmaster's systems," He didn't elaborate further. "So let's have you connect with this one, so you at least know how to perform without freezing up from your units' presence." Wily then scooped a remote off the table and placed a finger on the button.

"Let's begin."

He pressed it.

Piña balked when she saw the creature of metal begin to move. It's previously dull-grey eyes switched on to a piercing yellow. The robot stood up, eying the both of them curiously. Despite it's curiosity, the being remained still. Was it...Awaiting something? Well, she had nothing to give it. How about she just turn away from the 'life' activated in front of her very eyes.

"A-And you made it how?" The aged soul sputtered, frozen as the humanoid-robot in front of her only seemed to blankly stare. ...That ain't natural!

"Scraps." Wily calmly said with a grin. He then roughly pushed his copy-robot forward, Piña muttering nonsense about 'how about we not' and 'I don't feel like getting ripped to fucking shreds, sonny,' but she didn't dare run. "Now, link up with it and use your coding to have it acknowledge you as it's master. The usual thing." The man appeared to wave in a dismissive manner.

"What thing?" Piña gasped, still looking between the robot and her gloved hands.

"You know, connect. When robot masters claim units for their own and all that jazz." He then gave her a weird look, "...Don't tell me you don't even know how to do that?" The look on his face was one close to revulsion. "...Well, can you?" There was a hint of warning in his voice. Even if the scientist was unaware of it, Piña knew if she screwed up he'd take it as a 'malfunction' with 'her' and attempt to screw with her brain.

Hell no, Piña glanced up at him with a scowl. "Are clouds white? I'm damn sure I can!" She emphasized despite the fake confidence beginning to wring her fingers. The aged soul formed fists to hide the trembles. "Easy as reading a book at night."

"Good." Although judging by his tone, the scientist didn't really believe her. "Go ahead then, I don't got all day." He thankfully didn't push her again, leaving her to mentally prepare. She glanced back at him for a moment, then quickly looked away when all the man did was scowl in impatience.

Piña took a silent prayer and stepped forth.

The likely mindless robot only stared, even when she raised a hand to its face. "Err," I have no idea what in God's name I have to do, Piña did her best not to allow the pressure to cause her to swear. If I fail, or not...It'll be in your will Oh-Lord… She mentally inquired about a 'link' or whatever Wily had called it.

Almost immediately her request was answered, the aged soul stumbling when the metal being in front of her suddenly gained orange eyes. It focused on her now, but there was a sudden aura of friendliness to the creature. It saluted, and Piña could only dumbly stare as the other robot continued to wait for...Orders?

"This, Copy Breakman," Wily proudly introduced. "Is the first MKP; the leader of the lesser units." His blue eyes gleamed with pride and excitement while the robot linked with Piña barely moved from its spot.

Piña didn't look away from the saluting creature of metal. "The what now?"

"Mega-Killer-Prototype. I'm working on a few new projects and I needed a test-subject. I had a few scraps, and so here we are." Wily shrugged, strolling casually back to his magnificent computer. "Order it to take you to where the others are. You'll receive instructions on what to do next when you're registered as the official commander." He yawned, taking a sip of a mug. "Just hurry it up, will you? This morning has been far too boring for my liking."

Piña then debated on his man's sanity before numbly nodding. She scurried off without a word, nearly losing her shit when the sub-unit robot followed after her. The aged soul waited until she was several feet away from Wily's door and rounded on the robot. "Err, you gonna show me where it is? Help an old folk out. I'm still hella new at this, see?" She attempted to be friendly to a piece of metal, cringing right after she said it.

To her surprise, the seemingly mindless model gave a nod and took the lead. Piña stared at it for a few moments before trailing after the seemingly-mindless-robot, puzzled by the metalloid's ability to direct her despite the fact she asked it too.

They arrived at a door, and Piña effortlessly pushed the structure open.

Before her, were many other robots resembling the one next to her. She blankly stared ahead at the many deactivated machines, before turning to the functioning unit close by. "I don't suppose you know how to do this?" Or even prevent this? Piña could attempt directly disobeying, but Wily was the only person she knew with abilities to repair her in case she took major damage. Such damage will likely happen within the span of a few days if that Mega Man-boy found her.

For a robot child, he's awfully powerful. Skillful too, he must have an excellent training regime.

Piña shook her head, glancing back over to the model who finally moved. It raised a hand, and the other robots seemed to activate almost immediately.

The aged soul did her best not to flinch when the robots loaded up entirely, giving the both of them a salute. Seconds later, information flooded her mind, and the new instructions locked as her new goal. Piña would rather refuse it, but the urge was frankly a bit too strong for her tastes. She allowed the primary initiative to take charge, hissing when it easily done so.

Piña faintly wondered about her life goals, because leading an army of robots to town definitely wasn't one of them.

Never in my days...Did I think I'd end up a terrorist.


A/N: I'd like reviews too...What do you all think about whats happening so far?