A/N: Thank you for all your positive reviews, Anons! As for this chapter, it's more of a bonus...An outsider's look at the growing situation!

Nah, let me honest...I don't see many good chapters about this character across fanfiction, so I gave it a shot.


The weather was strangely cloudy today, not an ounce of sunlight hitting the ground over Mega City. Trees and other greenery appeared to be dull under the lack of sun, occasionally dancing to the breeze to attract attention. No one paid the greens any mind, and the plant life was once again left out of the busy environment. Regardless of the current weather, people went above their day in their usual manner.

There wasn't anything wrong with cloudy skies. Rain may be impending, but until then; the day would remain normal and productive for many in the area.

Like a couple other people with nothing better to do, Roll Light was currently strolling in the city. She wasn't exactly without a chore, as her older brother was glued to her side as they walked down the streets. The stubborn girl had dragged him to the store, forcing all the bags in his hands as she made sure to double-check the list several times in case they had missed something.

Nevertheless; it's been a calm morning.

"Hey, Rock…" Roll called his name, eyes trailing to his own before falling back on the list. Their conversations have been pleasant along with the occasional bickering between them. Now the semi-friendly talk had broken into a silence, both siblings hesitant in touching a sensitive subject.

Roll, being the daring coyote in social conversation, decided to throw the fastball. "You haven't said anything about that one time." She casually stated, but her tone held traces of accusation.

"Eh?" Rock Light himself fumbled, a carton of milk flying out one of the bags. He yelped but was unable to reach forward with his hands full.

The milk was easily caught with one hand; Roll going as far to dust the beverage off despite a lack of dirt or dust on the sides. The birds faintly chirped as time passed, and unfortunately for her brother; his little stunt did not drop the question off the radar. He became aware of this when Roll shot him a sharp look.

"What time? You have to be more specific…" The brunette attempted to play it off, but his aversion to eye-contact proved his sincere thoughts.

Roll practically glared at him, but after a moment of viewing her brother's admission to silence; her stance changed completely. Expression softening, the blond gently smiled. "You'll continue to suffer if you don't tell us…" She warned quietly with a shake of the head. "I don't like seeing you this way, Rock." And it was the sincerity that caught the other's attention, even if only a little bit.

"I know. I'm sorry." The tune had changed, Rock's apologetic tone grating past his previous walls of defense. "I just...Don't want to talk about it. Everything has been so crazy lately. With Wily, the media, the other robots…" Protoman, but the last topic went unsaid. If he didn't have grocery bags pinning his arms down; the boy might've scratched his hair in a show of frustration. "Am I being weird?" The brunette suddenly blurted, glancing at his concerned sister. There was no change in Roll's expression as they walked further down the warm roads tempered the sun. "No seriously; am I making a big deal out of this?" His inquiry sounded tired, a hint of desperation laying at the surface.

"I think that depends on what you mean." Roll answered with a wagging finger. "Aside from your creepy silence when you think too much, or the fact you get worked up easily-" She tilted her head when her brother gave her a look of faint embarrassment. "It's not wrong to make a big deal about this. It is a big deal, Rock." Since when wasn't their situation a 'big deal'?

She's pretty confident there weren't too many countries dealing with crazed men who want to take over the world using robots. What sounds like a cheap sci-fi fic, turned into reality with her brother starring as one of the main characters. Plot twist, most of the cast were actually robots themselves. Apparently, the only way to take down robots were with robots. Stupid. Illogical. Horrible.

The milk carton looked innocent in the rays of the sun. Roll eventually placed the cold beverage in one of the bags Rock was holding, restoring the full weight of all the objects he was forced to carry. She didn't react to her brother's look of annoyance, instead, putting on a confident smile of her own.

"Well, just remember." Roll summarized. "We might be robots," And others don't think about how you might feel but… "But I'm here for you. Father, too." Her steps paused, the wind tossing a light breeze their way. "We don't want this to tear you apart. Talk to us when you're ready, okay?" With that, she fell into a pattern of playfully skipping ahead of her brother; a way of stating say no further as this is final.

Rock appeared to have gotten the hint, judging by his final stretch of silence as they continued their merry way down the slabs of concrete. They passed a park, observing laughing children from within before finally leaving the area. The delicate quiet was gently touched on, ripples of trust and gratefulness bleeding onto the dense layer of suffocation to provide a breath of fresh air.

"Thanks...Roll." It was unknown if he'd take up her words, but the kindness and offer were far too great not to acknowledge. She would've kicked him if he decided not to listen. "I'll keep that in mind." She replied with a hum of content, and Rock was unable to keep a smile off his face. "You're the best." His final comment nearly caused her to stumble but Roll recovered with a hasty dusting off her dress. To say she was pleased would be an understatement.

The blond brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Of course." She agreed with a nod and straight lined face of a lady. "Anyway, we're several blocks from home. Father might've still fell asleep again, so we should go wake him up once more when we arrive." Roll finally recovered, turning left and right before crossing the street with her sibling. "I'll pack the groceries." Only because she was terrible at waking up their father.

"Got it." Rock agreed, and that was that.

They arrived at the house, Roll opening the door for her sibling to get inside with all the bags he held. He wouldn't have gotten in, otherwise. She moved to stroll inside but froze in realization. "Wait, what type of milk did we buy?" Roll turned heel to look outside and observe the greenery. The clouds remained dark, but no droplets of water descended from the sky.

"Er," There was a shuffle of movement and plastic. Rock finally lifted the carton of milk from earlier, eying it. "Two percent?" His confusion turned to horror seconds later. The girl behind him snatched the carton with a frown, inspecting it closely. Surely enough, it was two percent milk.

"We were supposed to buy skim!" Roll twitched as if her whole system decided to malfunction for a specific moment. As if she were the wind; Roll dashed back outside. A firm grip on the milk; the blond held a simple goal. She ignored her brother's call for her to come back, to not leave him to the fishes. "At least attempt his breakfast by yourself!" She yelled through the wind brushing her dress and hair.

"All I can do is make coffee! With milk!" She heard her brother groan before escaping conversation due to the distance range between them.

It didn't take long for her to end up back in the store and returning the milk for the actual type her father needed. Roll held onto the receipt in her dress pockets to avoid conflict, and so she had a smooth ride to the line after picking up the desired beverage. As she waited, her eyes wandered to the people buying products and more. Children stayed with their respective parent, pointing out the sweets and other things they wanted for lunch today. Some adults were quiet and observing the savings and sales this week had to offer.

Roll was in that position moments ago until she had to receive the milk for her out-of-whack, father. These daily life activities humans participate in…

...It made her feel normal.

She was designed to help around the house after all. A personal house-keeper.

Sometimes Roll wondered if there was anything else she could do aside from that. Don't get her wrong, she's pretty content with her life. A loving father and brother, her daily chores and more. This was something most robots wouldn't have, let alone experience. Far too many robots are treated like trash, and her brother just happens to be famous for saving the world. They have some immunity from that treatment.

Despite this; Roll Light was unsatisfied.

Perhaps it was because of her brother's predicament. His constant battles were weighing him down. Occasionally he'd act irrationally for the simplest things, and this would alarm Roll to no end. Rock has also grown a bit jumpy and as his sister; Roll felt she needed to do something. However, she's just a housekeeper robot. What can she do but cook, clean and organize? Is she really destined for the sidelines while her brother suffers?

It's frustrating.

"Hello? Little miss?" A voice called out, disrupting her internal musing.

Roll glanced up to meet the cashier. She's been suck in her spot for a while due to her heavy thoughts and the line cleared up. Fortunately, there was no one behind her, but that didn't stop how awkward the situation became.

"It's your turn." The kind man behind the counter smiled at her politely.

Roll nearly sputtered, instead, rushing forwards and placing the skim milk on the surface. A hand gripped her dress as she nodded hurriedly. "I'm sorry! I was just…" She couldn't continue and winced. "Sorry." The word was repeated a bit softer this time. Thankfully, the cashier was understanding; the only action he did was wave her off in friendly dismissal.

"It's fine. Happens to the best of us." He scanned the milk and Roll swiftly gave him the correct amount of money. The receipt was given, and the blond gave the man a tiny wave as she left the store. The automatic doors slid open when she came near. She caught sight of pigeons nearby; the little gray birds pecking at the ground.

"Have a nice day!" The cashier called.

"You too!" Roll politely replied as she walked back onto the streets. The cloudy skies continued to move as time passed, and the blond finally made her way past the waiting birds. She watched them for a moment as her feet pulled her along the road. Seconds later, the birds took flight. They flew away quickly without looking back. The pigeons sounded startled but Roll knew it wasn't her.

A small metallic sound caught her attention.

Her walking pace slowed and Roll turned toward the corner.

Roll quickly slammed her from behind a wall of one of the stores, attempting to stay out of sight when a bunch of robots started to pass her.

Those robots were certainly not the city's norm. The design and obvious combat weapons they had were created by…

Are we seriously having a Wily Attack right now? Miffed, she glared at the robots as they continued to march past. Why can't my brother ever catch a break? Roll seethed but her own thoughts quieted down when she caught sight of a familiar sunbathed scarf leading the numbers. The red and gray pointed to the most obvious robot, but the accessories are really what told Roll all she needed to know.

...Protoman? Or was it still Breakman? Agh, who cares! He's attacking the city, People started to panic and some screamed. She watched the combat robots begin to surround a group of trapped pedestrians. They need help! Roll didn't have a weapon. She never did, her only defense was her broom, and such resided back home.

She grabbed a resting pipe on the ground nearby and studied her reflection in the shiny metal.

I shouldn't be doing this. Her brother should be here instead of her. He's the combat robot. She's just a housekeeper. Oh, why did this occur when only Roll went back into the city? All by herself and stranded due to her hiding spot; did her brother know what was going on yet? Then she could wait it out...But no. The blond can't do that; people needed help. ...Can a housekeeper even protect anyone? She failed to do it before.

Come on, Roll. She told herself as her robotic vision watched someone fall to the ground after tripping. One of the robots slowly approached the downed person with heavy feet, sluggish turning to view the fallen person who shielded himself. Don't be selfish. You might be able to do something.

Her feet moved as her mind caught up, and with a swift swing; Roll snapped the robot's head to the side. She heard a gasp from behind her, but the blond refused to turn around in the chaos. It turns out her hit did almost nothing, and the metal being swiftly turned it's head to her like an owl in the night. A familiar rush of panic raced through her, and she stabbed the pipe into the robot's head to correct her error.

This time, the robot screeched static before collapsing to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Roll wanted to tremble at her rare deed, but instead, placed on a brave face and turned to the man struggling to get up. She ran to kneel next to him and aid him in standing. "A-Are you alright?" He was shaking, but thankfully otherwise unharmed. A dim nod was given, indicating his not-seriously-harmed status. Despite this, Roll could tell the shock was hindering his movement a little, and she aided in bringing him back to his feet. "There we go...Come on, we don't have time. Let's move!"

She guided him a few steps until another kind soul approached with worried eyes and asked to guide the man away; Roll quickly found out this was his brother after a moment of questioning and allowed it. She waved them off while they shot her grateful looks. As they walked away, Roll couldn't help but study the man's limp over the sounds of chaos. She slowly turned back to watch the robots further ahead.

The housekeeper darted forward, feet swift as she made it further ahead than the slow marching robots. Roll once again took to a corner and hid behind it, regarding their movements as they began to once again march past. She caught sight Protoman further up, apparently giving orders with one of the many metallic beings in the attack. The robot by his side held orange eyes, apparently one of the leaders in the group aside from Protoman directing the assault.

I don't think I'll ever understand why people want to hurt others... Her robotic body was not built for this violence. Didn't she already help one person? Why didn't the blond go to safety yet? ...I'm not sure I want to. Other people might be hurt. Roll could still detect distress from many of the people in the area, and those who were injured had no choice but to hide until everything was all done and said. They were sitting ducks, waiting to be slaughtered if caught.

She threw a stone.

Roll didn't even notice she did until colorful swears reached her range of hearing. Her rock had hit Protoman in the side of his head, now laying a small distance away from the impact. The slightly winded robot kept cursing but quieted down, and he glared daggers in her direction. His gaze was most definitely a death stare, adding on with the heavy frown and fists at his sides.

Almost immediately, all robots turned to her with hostile ratings.

...Whoops?

Several of them rushed her, and Roll ran off with a yell of trepidation. Thankfully, there seemed to be fewer people up ahead or she would've been forced to run in a random direction. Unfortunately, she could hear the steps of pursuers mere feet away from her own shoes. I'm not going to make it, Her thoughts filled her with dread. The only escape route was a closeby ally, as she might be able to maneuver her way out through there. She knew the city like the back of her hand. She just...Needed to...Reach it!

Faster, move faster! Her processors screamed as the concrete below offered no help but its smooth surface.

Her front met the hard concrete seconds later, brutally tackled into the ground by one of the quicker robots. A shriek left her as her sensors registered pain of light scraps against her robot skin. Immediately, she struggled but the metallic being pinned her arms and dragged her up like a sack of rice. With her feet no longer able to touch the ground; Roll kicked forwards and yelled in fury. There wasn't much point in doing it, but she had hoped for the slight chance of escaping the tight grip.

The blond quieted when the robot took her to the director of this crazed assault.

Oh no, Her mind screamed. He'll kill me. Or use me as a hostage to kill Rock. The latter option filled her with newfound rage and bitterness. Not again! Her databanks unhelpfully brought up bad memories of Rock attempting to rescue her and always getting injured because of her carelessness. Darn it, not again! She stared into those black coal shades, staring down Protoman despite her obvious capture. He stared back at her, somewhat (confused?) surprised by her presence as if she didn't live in this city too.

She finally opened her mouth, ignoring the grip hurting her arms and the gravity dragging her weight. Roll summoned up her strength, prepared for the consequences.

"So. You're still with Doctor Wily. Even after what you did." Her words were poison, fueled by the many possible outcomes of this entire event.

"I should've known."

In a way, it hurt, but she knew this reveal would hurt her brother a lot more than her.

And that fact? It hurt her ten times more than the scratches on her skin and the pressure on her arms.

It began to drizzle, and Roll continued to level the robot in front of her with a stare of hellfire.