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An overwhelming wave of nostalgia swept over Blues, as he slowly opened his eyes. He felt like he was being born a second time, staring into a bright light above him. His eyes clamped shut as he turned his head the opposite direction. Suddenly, every memory played in his mind, spanning all the way to his death.
That's right. Blues remembered clearly. He died in that alleyway, but here he was, alive. But where was here, exactly?
"You're awake," an unrecognizable voice echoed through the room. By that, the robot could tell he was inside a laboratory. The echo reminded him of home. Blues got a bitter taste in his mouth from the memory. The voice continued, but was mostly speaking to himself, "I really am a genius!"
"Who..?" Blues mumbled, looking over in the other direction. His eyes met with an old, balding man wearing dark sunglasses. The old man grinned a wicked smile at the young robot. "Who are you?" Already this situation was undesirably familiar.
"My name is Dr. Albert Wily," he said, walking closer to the robot. "It's great to finally meet you, Blues."
"How do you know my name?" Blues sat upright so fast he got dizzy. He shook the distortion from his head and let the doctor continue.
"Let's just say I've been watching you." Blues gave Dr. Wily a suspicious glare, to which he threw up his hands defensively. "D-don't take it the wrong way! It was only out of concern for you."
"You were watching me," Blues paused, analyzing the doctor's words, "because you were concerned about me?"
"I know what happened," Dr. Wily said, placing a hand on the robot's shoulder. "A defective, prototype robot built by Light." Blues shuddered at the sound of his name. "Broken down in an alleyway, left for dead... Until I showed up."
"You.." Blues started, looking down at his body. The robot gasped sharply as he noticed the drastic changes that had been made. Instead of flesh, all he saw was gray and red armor. The only thing that seemed to remain the same was the yellow scarf around his neck. His forearms were a little bulky. A light mechanical hum from his left arm signaled that there was something more to it. But he was alive. And while he couldn't say he trusted this mysterious man, he trusted him more than Light. "It was you! Before I..." The young robot trailed off, finding he couldn't finish the sentence.
"Yes," Dr. Wily answered, slipping the dark sunglasses off of his face, pocketing them. "I pitied you, and it may have taken months, but I finally fixed you."
"Fixed?" Blues put a hand to his chest. Though faint, the pain still lingered. "If I'm fixed, then why does it still hurt?" The doctor frowned.
"It's unfortunate. I replaced Light's faulty solar-powered core with a more powerful nuclear core, but," he paused, as if choosing his words carefully, "the defect in your system is unrepairable—by me, at least. While my core will allow you to live longer, the only way to prevent an untimely death in your future is for your creator to repair you." Blues narrows his eyes at the thought, clenching his fist tightly. "And I know you'd rather not. Especially since he replaced you without a second thought."
The young robot's eyes widened as his curious gaze met the doctor's. Dr. Wily motioned the boy to follow him through the lab, leading him to a giant screen. After punching a few of the buttons, Dr. Wily managed to get the static off of the feed, revealing a video of three people. Two of which Blues recognized. One of them was Light. The unrecognizable one was a girl with long blond hair tied up in a ponytail using a green ribbon. The last one was the one Blues recognized the most.
"M-me?" Blues shouted in disbelief. The boy on the screen sat at the table in the kitchen with Light, and the girl, smiling and laughing. While their voices weren't the same, everything else was. Same eyes, same hair—Blues supposed his own was actually a little bit longer—same face. Identical to absolutely every detail. The three of them were chatting, but Blues wasn't listening. The young robot was too upset to listen. He bared his teeth while he hung his head, sobbing softly. "He.. looks just like me."
"He gave up on you," Dr. Wily said bitterly. "After you left, he spent months perfecting his design and built a new robot—in your image no less. And see her? He even built him a cute little sister, too. Rock and Roll."
Blues turned his head up, watching the family of three as they happily enjoyed their meal, chatting over little things spanning from humorous occurrences all the way to Light's success with his construction robots. The young robot wondered if the doctor even remembered his name. Evidently not, as Light was surprised with his progress on the newest Robot Masters he built. Blues turned and paced off, disgusted by the doctor's triumph. Light was so untroubled by the robot's disappearance and death that he was building new robots left and right.
"Why," Blues started, examining his hands. He paused as he realized how unrecognizable he was. "Why did you alter my design?"
"A precaution," Dr. Wily answered, standing in front of Blues, looking down at him. "Too recognizable. If Light were to find you, he'd surely capture you to have you scrapped. Runaway robots are considered fugitives in a way." Rage began to build up within the young robot just from the mention of that. "I also modified you with combat capabilities. That way, if something does happen, you won't go down without a fight."
Combat capabilities. Blues held up his left arm, and could feel the power behind it. When he concentrated, mechanical whirs sounded as his hand slipped out of sight, replacing it with what looked like some sort of canon in his arm. His eyes grew wider as the transition seemed to happen in slow motion. As he unarmed himself, Blues felt a sense of powerlessness. He turned his attention to Dr. Wily, as he withdrew the dark glasses from his pocket, handing them to him.
"Wear these," he commanded. "They will further protect your identity."
Blues did as the doctor ordered, unfolding them and slipping them over his face. He was amazed at how clearly he saw through them. When Dr. Wily wore them, Blues couldn't even see his eyes beyond the dark lenses. When viewed from the other side, apart from slightly obscured vision due to the dark tint, he could see fine. His eyes shifted as the robot began familiarizing himself with the lab with his current tinted perspective. The light that shined down was still as bright as before, but didn't hurt as much to look at. After inspecting the lab, unconsciously comparing it to Light's lab, he returned his gaze to Dr. Wily.
"Doctor," Blues began, "you seem to know Light. Care to elaborate?" Dr. Wily's mouth twitched slightly, as if just thinking about Light sparked up some restrained rage.
"I know of him, yes, but," Dr. Wily answered with a growl, "how we know each other isn't important." The venom that laced his words seemed to say it was something he'd rather not bring up. "Just know that I despise him just as much as you do."
The doctor turned around and began walking away, motioning Blues to follow him. As he began slowly following him, Blues concluded that Light knew of Dr. Wily as well. The grudge between the two doctors still remained unknown to the young robot. Why the information was withheld, Blues didn't know, but he didn't blame the doctor for hating him. Even so, Blues didn't completely trust Dr. Wily. Despite saving him from death and taking him in, the modifications to his body made him slightly uneasy. Blues felt like he should leave, but at the same time, he was compelled to stay. The young robot's life was indebted to the man.
So lost in his thoughts, it startled Blues when he suddenly crashed into Dr. Wily when he stopped abruptly. He bounced backwards, but quickly regained his footing, standing firm. Blues looked up at the doctor, who threw him a questionable look. After the awkward stare, Dr. Wily opened a door on his left, gesturing the robot inside. Blues peered in the tiny room curiously. The walls were completely black and the only things inside were a bed and a metal wardrobe.
"This will be your room," the doctor said. "I'm a very busy man, so I need to get back to work. Good night."
When he was inside, the door almost slammed behind him. Blues quickly whirled around in surprise. A sigh escaped his lips as he began inspecting his new room. There wasn't much too see. He opened the wardrobe, seeing nothing at all, apart from a weird red helmet and a large shield. Two things, all to add to his appearance as a combat robot. He rolled his eyes slightly and turned toward the bed. Blues sat on the edge and found it to be quite uncomfortable. It felt like concrete—and for a moment, he thought it actually was. Despite this, the robot reclined on it completely, letting his thoughts drown him into sleep.
Dr. Wily said he was busy. But with what exactly?
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