I changed my mind. Instead of creating a dialogue, I'll just write what each currently important character is thinking.
Patch: Why… Rhythm…
DJ: Oh my god I'm a damn idiot. I'm sorry Patch…
Kay: Stupid boys. I heard sirens. They probably got arrested.
Lan: Patch… He needs a new netnavi. I should talk to him…
Mayl: Losing a netnavi… The boys are both hysterical…
"A new navi?! Are you kidding?" Patch was incredulous, "Rhythm is the only netnavi I'll ever have. That I'll only have. Screw you Dad, for thinking you can just- just- replace Rhythm! Go away!"
"Okay," Lan left, thinking how much it would hurt if Megaman was deleted.
Patch sat. He trawled the web slowly, without a netnavi to guide him. Furiously, he began to type strings of code from a private server. He generated multitudes of viruses. No one could track him. The vandalism didn't make him feel any better. He saw the deletion counts of netnavis rise. It just hurt more. With a single keystroke, he killed off every virus he had created.
Patch saw an info-mercial in the corner. It blinked. As he read it, he thought. Outcasts…
First, Patch snuck downstairs. His father was at work, and his mother was out shopping. He came into his father's room. He looked at the papers strewed across the ground. He found six numbers. 1-8-2-6-8-8. He went back to his computer, and went into the SciLab homepage. He logged in, 1-8-2-6-8-8.
WELCOME LAN HIKARI.
Patch looked at the countless folds of data, and grinned.
The next morning.
"Dad?" Patch asked carefully.
"Yeah?" Lan pushed his headband, marked with Megaman's insignia, out of his eyes.
"I want to be coded,"
Short chapter, but I want to keep some suspense going. Patch isn't a good boy anymore.