Jazzerman here, I do not own any of these characters, they are owned by their respected companies, blah, blah, blah. You've heard this crap before. I DO own Jonny Wily. If you'd like to use him in a fic, just tell me.

A Wily tale, the beginning.

Part 16

Jonny snorted as the doors closed. "Is he always like that? Or did he acquire his wonderful personality all his own?"

"Bass has been that way I'm afraid." Wily sighed. "Ever since the day I activated him he's been nothing than a stubborn thorn in my side. But that's not important now. We should work on improving the castle's defenses."

"Why do that? I'd say the traps you sent are efficient." Jonny said. His tone wasn't very friendly as he remembered the machine gun traps that he had regretfully turned on those armed soldiers.

"You can never be too careful. If anyone, be they UN soldiers, guns for hire, mercenaries, a lost tour group, ANYONE got inside they'd no doubt make an attempt on my life."

"You're paranoid." Jonny stated flatly.

"Paranoid? Maybe a little. But if nothing less I must be cautious. You remember what happened to your parents."

That stung Jonny to his core. Instantly the young man's face contorted into a murderous glare. "Don't ever mention my parents in that way old man."

Dr. Wily laughed, which only made Jonny even more infuriated. "My boy you need to learn to be more controlled, disattached. if you were anyone else you would've been dead quite a while ago."

"What do you mean by 'controlled'?" Jonny inquired. His glare had lost only a hint of its former intensity.

Dr. Wily couldn't help but smile. His grandson reminded him of himself at his age. "You need to mask your emotions. If your enemies can tell how you are feeling they may be able to discern what you are up to. Remember that my boy."

Jonny thought about that for a second. His grandpa was a mad man no doubt but he was obviously no fool when it came to surviving. There may be merit in learning all that the old guy had to offer. After all, once he had learned everything from the old fart he could leave and go back to doctor Light. After tipping off the authorities of course.

"What do you say my boy? Would you stay and help your poor old grandfather out with his plans?" Dr. Wily said trying to sound like a defenseless innocent old man.

"Okay Gramps." Jonny said. Outside he wore a neutral face but mentally he was grinning. He'd enjoy turning the old guy over to the police the day he had no more to teach. "I'll stay for now anyway."

"Excellent!" Dr. Wily said. "We will begin tomorrow. I have some work to do."

Jonny shrugged and left his grandfather to whatever it is he had in mind. He didn't care. Jonny walked back to the room the Metools had shown him to take off his armor and laid back on the bed. "I'm glad that that went so well but I just hope that I haven't made a big mistake."

Dr. Wily meanwhile was busy running through his computer banks reactivating everything from his robots to the air conditioner. The castle was a little too hot for his tastes. The old man watched on the monitors as every drone was activated and went about on various tasks. Be it guard duty or maintenance on the castle's interior or exterior.

"I'll have to have more Robot masters built and I should send some drones to my island to begin work on Skull Fortress. It's always a good idea to have a place to flee to." Dr. Wily said thoughtfully as he idly combed his mustache before clicking on the key board some more. "Good thing I have my grandson, these Metools were never very good assistants. Now I just have to make some selections and we can begin in the morning."

Dr. Wily stretched. He knew he was starting to feel his age coming up on him and went to go take a nap.

Mega man flopped back on his bed. In the back of his mind he thanked Dr. Light for giving him a bed that was reinforced with steel because if it were a normal bed his weight would've made the bed crack and splinter or made a huge dent in the mattress.

None of the family had heard any word about Jonny in a while now. But the pain of his absence was slowly starting to go away. Mega man still wondered why Jonny had left but this was slightly eclipsed by what Dr. Wily was going to do now that he was out. Was he going to search for his grandson? And if so what would he do if he did? The thought of Jonny in one of Dr. Wily's dungeon cells made him clench his fists. Mega man's unpleasant thoughts were interrupted by Dr. Light coming out

"Something wrong Dr. Light?" Mega man asked.

"It's Bass, he and Treble have been spotted in the middle of town." The aging doctor's eyes were trembling a little. He remembered the destruction of his old lab during his first encounter with the powerful Wily bot. "I think he's looking for you."

Mega man sighed. Dr. Light had just finished giving him rush what minor repairs they needed and already they were being called back to fight. Was this ever going to end?

"I'll get going Dr. Light. Come on Rush!" Mega man said.

Rush jumped up from his sleeping place in the corner of the room and followed Mega man as he ran to the door.

Roll watched was her older brother ran out and blast off towards the city. "Dr. Light, what's wrong?"

"I'm afraid it's Bass again, he's in the center of town and Mega man is on his way to see what he wants." Dr. Light explained.

"All he ever wants is to fight Mega man. Bass is obsessed with that. What else would he want?" Roll asked. She was somewhat scared for her brother, Bass was a powerful opponent to fight and when he was combined with Treble he was even more so.

To be continued...