Chapter 9: In my Head

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Neo Hong Kong under Adamus's control was rather different from how it had been before the war, save for the lighted signs that seemed to flash up in the night. Waste of power, thought Bass as he made his was towards the square block of the city knowing that whatever general had been left in charge would surely be there, in fact he could see a parade being held in honor of the conquering hero. Well it would be rude not to introduce the conquering hero to the ultimate robot and maybe even show him the proper way to fight. Not against weak humans who needed robots to do everything, even making robots to fight other robots, but against a well trained, highly crafted, highly intelligent Robot Master, THE Robot Master. Plus whoever was in charge just might know how to get to Roll.

If you put it that way, Bass, I suppose it would be bad manners, thought Bass as a grin spread across his face as he started to walk towards the city, and Roll did tell me that I needed to improve my manners s- wait! Why do I care what she said? That useless cream puff is the reason why I'm here trying to save her cute ass. …cute ass? Perhaps Dr. Light's program is not as good as I thought, I'll have to take a look at it and make my own modifications before these…thoughts become a problem. Bass had no problem making adjustments to internal programming from the day he had Treble remove the annoying command that prevented him from shoot Wiley. That was going to be well worth the pain when he finally got to see the look on Wiley's old wrinkled face.

"Treble, I need you to fly over and give me a map of the place, note every elevated point that would be good for sniper joes," said Bass as he turned his head to his faithful companion. With something so useful by his side, what need had he for anything else…aside from the need to have someone there that he could have disagreements with. Treble was a goo companion, but he was too subservient, he needed someone who would disagree with him, someone who would argue with him and nag him. "Dear god no wonder I'm having those thoughts. She always has something to say about everything I do."

As Treble took to the skies, Bass stopped for a minute and finally decided to take a clearer look at all the events that had happened so far. Something he hadn't bothered with before. He knew that if he did allow himself who would be able to feel emotions other than his usual anger or smirking over confidence, but he had decided to force himself to push out any emotion that did not go with fighting. Unfortunately it seemed that it was only made possible by one of those malfunctioning programs that Wiley had put into him, something that Bass found to be very ironic and very much to be a Wiley thing.

Okay I must thank you for that, when I'm taking over your death will be quick and painless. But now thanks to Dr. Light I'm no longer able to repress said emotions. I should have never trusted the creator of such a bleeding heart vagina of a robot or one who spends most of his time emo-ing off somewhere only showing up to give advice. If I'm going to take advice it will be from someone who's actually enjoying their existence, not making a big deal out of the fact that they are going to die. It's one thing to be defective but guilt tripping everyone you meet into accepting your advice is just pathetic. Perhaps I should be looking to scrap you as well. The only creation of Dr. Light's that I'm partial to…is and I really hate to say this, that useless creampuff with the frilly dress. You'd think he'd get her something longer to wear, I mean if she just bends over I'll see the whites of her…. oh dear god.

Bass immediately put his hand to his head as he fought to keep the mental image he had just formed from finishing itself. He knew that Dr. Wiley had given him some form a blush mechanism to his face, probably accidentally adding it from design of Mega Man without realizing what he was doing with it. Maybe his death shouldn't be so quick and painless. If anyone saw him, HIM, Bass, the greatest robot in creation being formed he would have to wipe Neo Hong Kong from the face of the Earth to cover up the evidence. Oh god if Roll ever saw this he would never hear the end of it.

"That damn angel voiced creampuff would never stop," said Bass before realizing what he had said…again. "That's it, I'm done, I'll just go, destroy everything not creampuff in my way and then get the hell out of here before nuking it all from orbit. Treble are you done with the satellite imagery!"

A bark was heard and the entire area was given to him with a 3-D model to give him correct elevation, also marking how many troops there were, where the humans were, and more importantly where the Robot General. Bass jumped up to land on the back of Treble flying towards the city. He was sick and tired of waiting for the fun to happen, he needed to destroy something right now. Activating his weapon systems he called up Astro Man's powers, the purple tint coming to his armor as he snapped his fingers.

"Astro crush," roared Bass loud enough to be heard by everything underneath him, which was quickly becoming the entire city, the robot part anyway. "Bow down before your lord and bask in the glory that is Bass. All who defy me are nothing but mounds of dust waiting to be kicked over."

"Ah so you are the one that Metal Man," said a voice from the ground, the Robot General. A golden plated robot with a crescent on his helmet and a glowing x on the chest plate. Rather… ostentatious. "You have lived up to your reputation in your defeat of many of our comrades, but you have made a fatal mistake in coming to the center of our power base. When have been waiting for you ever since your arrival."

"Oh please go on," said Bass as he crossed his arms with his hand under his chin looking rather bored and amused at the same time. "You've obviously put together a speech so I'll hear it now. 52."

"I'm sorry what did you say," asked the Robot General as he looked at Bass as if the Robot Master had a satellite dish sticking out of the back of his pelvic plate.

"Oh no please do go on," said Bass as he waved his hands towards his opponent.

"Such arrogance that will prove to be your undoing."

"25."

"Whatever abilities you think they have they pale in comparison the power that we have be given by our lord Adamus and you shall feel the wrath of his armies. I have been specially designed to fight whatever Robot Masters did not relent to his lordship's service and you shall pay for making such a dreadful mistake."

"18, 23, 75," said Bass as he just stared at the Robot General saying random numbers with little care to how much it was greatly irritated the other.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh don't mind me please go on," reassured Bass, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

"Whatever mind games you hope to play I hope that you will see that it is not working," barked the Robot General as he started to charge up his hand. "I'll personally enjoy the pleasure of seeing you carried away to a melting facility after I'm done blowing that smirk off your face!"

"69, ooh 123," said Bass, showing the barest of excitement with the last number.

"Why are you counting," growled the Robot General as he looked at the Robot Master.

"I'm sorry I've scrapped about…200 of your 'lord's' officers and they always give these long drawn out speeches, rather dull so you see I've started counting how many times I hear particular phrases such as the ones you are saying. A little game you see, I have to have something to keep my eyes open after all."

"I'm going to rip the shit out of you," barked the Robot General.

"12," replied Bass, his smirk becoming more pronounced.

The Robot General roared as he brought up a very lard forked spear with a blaster concealed in the gap between the two one sided blades of the spear. With a quick motion he brought the spear to bear on Bass and fired a large beam of energy that was red in color at Bass who moved Treble to the right avoiding the beam. He than began to call upon a weapon from Hard Man's armory, something that he found to be rather useful when one needed to show brute force, and fired out a fist-shaped projectile. Expecting it to just be a fist, the Robot General knocked the knuckle aside with his spear only to have it blow up right in his face. The metal helm was horribly warped by the heat of the blast and there were multiple scratches from shrapnel on the Robot General's face which was now contorted by a sneer of pure rage. With a howl he fired the blast right at Bass who dodged it and fired back with his normal buster, hit the Robot General right in the arm, but the armor seemed to be tougher than it looked.

So for a completely ostentatious design he actually has some toughness to back up his threats, thought Bass as he loaded up another power this time thinking to add a little more fire to the gasoliene. God I love the smell of napalm in the afternoon.

"Burn," growled Bass, although it wasn't an angry growl, it was the type of growl that he gave when he was in the middle of a good fight, the type of fight that was so good that he knew he was going to win, but he was going to drag it out so he could enjoy it all the same.

The napalm bomb hit the Robot General square in the chest and ignited his entire body on fire, the entense heat spreading throughout his body as the gold plates started to fall of his armor and then the armor started to melt off. Perhaps Bass should try to specially tune his napalm bombs so that they weren't so powerful, after all if he could melt any reploid instantly it would ruin the fun of watching them roll around in the ground to stop the fire. Roll. Her name went through his mind as he thought of the main reason why he had desired to venture out this far to ruin this false celebration fo such a pathetic Robot General. Sure he had scrapp hundreds of them, so much so that he thought that every robot in Adamus's army had been given that title. Wiley may have a definite problem in quality control but he always made sure that Robot Masters were only the best of the ones he had built and Bass knew that most of the Robot Masters could kick the crap out of these Robot General's, despite most if not all of the Robot Masters being Robot General's themselves. Stop, you need to focus on Roll, she is the reason you're here. Wait why am I thining about her like this and more importantly, why the hell am I out here trying to save a useless creampuff who is probably nothing but jail bait. Because you generally care about her you wonderful egomaniacal sociopath. Also why are my thoughts referring to me as you and not I? Even further, why the hell do I have thoughts that conflict with my history of thought progress, it is completely illogical?

Part of him didn't want to admit, but he knew exactly what that voice was and he knew why it sounded exactly like the blue dweeb that he would so wish to strangle. This couldn't be possible, had he become so obsessed with destroying the bane of his existence, the reason for his existence, that he had actually created a form of the blue dweeb in his mind that he could destroy. Although it was obviously not one of those fanatasy simulations of him killing the pest, it was something that he couldn't even physically touch, much to his great annoyance. It was more like a thought program that had been created absent mindedly in his mind as he began to ponder about hisinteractions with the gynoid(female humanoid robot) named Roll. It had never acured to him that he had been changing his behaviour from the confrentational way that he usually spoke to everyone with nor did he even wish tot hink about the way his thoughts had actually taken a pronounced apathy for something, he actually felt a bit of fondness for something that wasn't either A) himself or B) Treble. The fact that these thoughts were not apart of his usual thought process in regards of favor were baffling to him and in way it was giving him something that he had always dreaded, a conscience.

Oh dear god, if you are my conscience I'm about to go crazy! I mean it wouldn't be so bad if you were the brother of the one thing I hate in this world the most, hell you could be the si-NO! I don't think that would be good for my sanity either...I deal with her enough outside of my mind.

You mean that you think about her enough that if you were to actually place her as your conscience you would soon find it hard to deny that you have feelings for her that are not in your typical way of pronouncing others. Most notably the anger and feelings of ill will towards everyone that emanates from your perpetual scowl.

No more than the cheesy, sickeningly bubbly glee from your cheerful smile that makes me feel like I'm going to go into a diabetic coma, shot Bass towards his conscience.

You don't hate me that much.

I hate you more than, let's check the list:

-doors, nothing should ever get in the way of me and another area

-clowns, no0thing should be that happy all the time

-Wiley, I refuse to believe that i was created by that failure

-children's shows, and we wonder why kids don't learn anything

-church, not that i refuse to believe in a religious creator I'm just baffled by the notion of one that takes attendance

-the way that cats never shut up sometimes

-the way that humans never shut up sometimes even though they make no sense

-the fact that killing a deer is no problem but kill a human and you never hear the end of it

-boy bands, I don't see why a girl would put so much trouble in pining for their attention, they either already have girlfriends or are gay

-the fact that people like throw away old robots, you can't do that with old people, if you could Wiley would have been long gone

-every M. Night Shamylan film after Sixth Sense

-everything, everything, Everything that does not pertain direactly to myself, Treble or Roll.

-...and Hugh Jackman

Okay, first of all, Hugh Jackman is Wolverine how dare you, second, I think you should check over your thoughts because you just made a conffession to yourself. Third, weren't you still in a fight.

...Just because i do not dislike her does not mean that I have feelings for her...and wait what were you saying about a fight.

I think round 2 is about to start.

Round what?

Bass tried to snap out of his thoughts but was unable to avoid being hit in the face by a spear or being thrown back into a nearby building that just happened to have an add for a movie starring Hugh Jackman. Karma is a b-word my friend. Go dissembowl yourself! Bass sat up to see the Robot General he was certain that he had melted not...four minutes ago, levitating due to the use of a rudimentary jetpack with said spear in hand. His armor was now a slimmer silver metallic fully body without a helmet and a cold smirk that would make Bass envious. No one, and I mean NO ONE, uses my smirk! Like you own a facial expression. I embody it!

"I must admit that I underestimated you," replied the Robot General as he twirled his spear fast in the air, obviously the slimmer armor meant that he was faster than before and that didn't bode well for Bass. "I apologize, you see I lumped you in the same category as the other Robot Masters of Wiley's, but now I see that you are quite different from those, even down to the way you fight. There is greater skill your pinky than in the entirety of their beings. You are truly worhty of the title Robot Master and as such i shall fight you with my true power. Now you shall be defeated by the power of SILVER MAN!"

"You have got to be kidding me," laughed Bass as he began to rise stroking the spot on his cheek where the synthetic skin was damaged, it would need repair later, probably when he found a medical complex. "Silver man. That is your actual name? I swear, you'd think I'd be growling now with the obvious damage to my perfectly good looks (I guess your hubris doesn't stop at your power. Shut it!) or the fact that I now officially have what I believe humans call conscience, except that mine annoys the hell out of me. You'd think I'd be bursting with anger right now, but now I'm so unbelievably pissed that I've come full circle. oh and by the way, it's time to die."

"Did something just happen in the last few seconds that improved your speed," taunted Silver Man as he began to point his spear at Bass. Bass smirked at this as Treble landed right next to him.

"You could say that," replied Bass as a dark aura engulfed him as Treble and he combined.

Author's note: This seemed to get really popular after the long hiatus that i was under so I decided that I would continue this story. Please read and review as always and thankyou for expressing how much you enjoy this fic.