Keep in mind:

Milli-nano = second

Nano = minute

Second = hour

Minute/cycle = day

Hour = month

Day = year

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, here is what's happening with Bob. His side will be shorter of the three that will be written about, but that's only because after these sprites settle into what becomes routine, i don't like writing out the same thing over and over again. Enjoy this almost never seen part of the Reboot story, what happens to Bob the Guardian after being sent to the web!

"Nooooooooooooooo!"

"Booooob!"

Dot's fearful face and scream was the last thing the Guardian saw of Mainframe as he shot towards the web. A flash of light later and he could feel the capsule slow down as the propulsion system stopped. Just as he was almost able to see again a second slightly less bright flash of light occurred.

Great, just great. I need to turn this thing around quickly and I can't see a thing!... Ah, there we go, my sight is back. Let's get this turned and... Bob's mental thought trailed away as he looked back towards the portal that wasn't there anymore. In it's place was a tear and no signs of live anywhere near him.

"I'm doomed..."

No no. Don't think like that. While most systems haven't come into the age of the internet, those that have travel the net and web constantly. Surely someone will find me. Though this part of the web doesn't have that many travelers... Come on Bob. Stay positive, don't give up. You have to make it back to Mainframe before Megabyte does something horrible. Bob paused at this thought and shook his head to dispel the negative ideas.

He took a closer look at his surroundings. He pulled at the doors, felt along the floor, the walls and the ceiling. Nothing.

Sigh. This was well made. Nothing here but a propulsion unit on the bottom - That's it! That's what I'm need! The propulsion unit! Let's open this floor and see if I can't set a course for anyone who might be in the web.

After minutes of pulling, scratching, stomping and mutter about how virals made the strongest things, Bob had to give up getting to the propulsion controls. His nails were a mess, broken, scraggy and bleeding a little energy at the scrapes they had endured. His hands were red and sore, as were his arms which felt like lead from all the effort he used.

Great. At this rate, I'll – no. I may not be the one with the plans, but I won't let my friends down! We'll do this the old fashion way...

"HELP! Can anyone hear me?! I'm trapped in here! HEEEELLLPPP!" Bob yelled for help for minutes before his voice started to get sore, though he continued for awhile longer. After a whole cycle of yelling, he had to stop since he couldn't speak at all and was very drained from all his attempts at escaping so far.

Soon Bob was dozing fretfully, his dreams full of nightmares about what the two viruses were doing to his home.

... a fist pounds down onto a green button... an evil grin with glowing eyes above it glare at the captured...

a women's voice, shouting in pain... a low, deep evil chuckle...

Bob jerked awake, positive that he could still hear the low evil chuckling. He glanced around and while he couldn't put a finger on what had changed about his confinements, there were no others with him inside or out. So he merely leaned back and thought of the better times.

Another cycle passed as Bob sat in deep thought. It didn't take too long to reminisce about the good old days. Bob suddenly found himself completely aware of his surroundings as he noticed the capsule was no longer perfectly round and the colors were rusting.

Degration. Just what I need. What did the Academy say about Guardians and degration? I can't seem to remember if if we did degrade a little or not at all. Though at this rate I'll find out first-handed... wait, if everything is degrading, then maybe I can get to the control unit now!

And with a more positive thought, Bob tried to reach the unit once more. He was able to open the floor a little since it was wasting away along the sides, but the controls and the propulsion unit themselves were too far gone to salvageable. But Bob didn't give up, and while he missed having his key-tool, he was able to make the propulsion unit flash a light every so often.

I'm lucky that I haven't run into any data storms. Hopefully I get even luckier and someone sees the light and helps me out.

Bob had fallen asleep once more (with more nightmares occupying his mind) but was soon woken up by the sounds of many web creatures nearby.

"Huh? Wha? Sorry Dot I didn't catch -" Bob cut himself off as realization came and he shook his head grimly while looking out the window. Or what was left of it, having a spiderweb cracks all over and it was starting to turn opaque. What he did see gave him pause, it was a herd of web creatures and he almost couldn't see the ones who were herding them. Once a WebRider hovered in front of the glass and peered back though, Bob knew his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

They must be degrated sprites! Hopefully they are willing to help...

"Help! I'm stuck in here! Can you help me?" Bob yelled, hoping the Rider before him could understand what he said.

After some low tones called out, four more WebRiders flew over.

Uh oh... I sure hope they're friendly... Bob thought as they blocked out his only view of the outside.

A/N: Dun dun DUUUNNN! What do you think? Feels like how they'd end an episode? :D I am sorry for the long wait for more ReBoot, I'm working on other stories (I'll post them on this site soon) and it's a completely different world, so it's going to take me longer to finish this story because I've lost touch with the ReBoot world. I'll still work on it, just taking longer, that's all. So please don't write me off as a dead end story, it will just take me longer to focus and write the chapters for this one.