Here we go again with the reviewer replies.

Mak: Um... I don't really like Chaud that much... He's a good guy, but there's a reason why he's acting like this... I sense that you guys may change the fate of this story with all your reviews. ;)

Fiinikkusu Akumu: Bass might appear in this fic - it depends on what everyone else thinks. Now that's one person vouching for him... What about the others:D

Rose Kitsune.EXE: Chaud's not evil in this one - just seemingly that way (or otherwise demented). Right, and Mega's fate... Who knows? Can't tell ya yet. XD

Jhvh777: Is it just me or do four people want me to update? 'Cause I can't reveal confidential info just yet. (winks mysteriously) Now, about that surprise... Nah, just check your stats. :-)

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Mega Man's POV

I saw Proto's leering glare, the victorious gleam in his eyes as his sword pressed itself down into my chest... I didn't care anymore - I had other, better things to think about on my dying day...

For me it ended in a flash of memories, a stream of neverending pictures that flashed before my very eyes as I felt, as if from far away, Proto Man's sword push its sharp tip through my body. I felt myself falling as the long, lethal blade of doom knocked me to the ground, pressing through my crest and driving straight through, into my chest. My eyes were fading; white clouds misted my vision from all sides, hazy and vague as I fell, falling, ever falling. A throb of nigh-unbearable pain opened up in my forehead, pounding and pressing in on me in my weakened state. It was like a headache but so much worse - as if Zeus Hammers were pushing my head open and lava was coursing through my arteries.

As I fell, I could feel myself flowing away, my blue-clad body breaking up into a million little bytes of data which flew away in the eternal current of wind, as flighty and aimless as sand in a desert storm. After this, I thought, it'll all be gone forever.

But it wasn't my last thought. Even as I could feel myself getting deleted, dying, Proto Man gave an evil, victorious grin and, with a white flash, had pressed his foot upon my helmet and drew his sword, touching it to my throat. At this point, only my upper body remained; I could feel it floating away as the red Navi celebrated his triumph.

"Bye, bye, Mega Man," he said with another tight, evil smile, and turned away from me then, his figure dark against the normally dull background of the battle stadium.

I closed my green eyes. "Good will always win, Proto Man," I told him, my famous last, dying words.

And then I disappeared.