SUBJECT: FLAME MAMMOTH
POSITION: COMMANDER, 4TH OVERLAND UNIT
HEIGHT: 321 CM (10.5 FT)
WEIGHT: 327 KG (721 LBS)
SPECIAL WEAPON: FIRE WAVE
STATUS: KIA (and nobody will miss him)
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Absolutely nobody wanted to be placed under the command of Mammoth.
He was, to put it blunt, a bully. He was bigger than most other Reploids, and he knew so, lording that size and supposed superiority over them...
It didn't help that the 4th Unit was considered one of the Hunters least successful units. More missions failed and lives lost than won...
It had already been discussed, the notion of Demoting and maybe even Retiring Mammoth...
Sigma's rebellion meant nobody had to worry about that. It wasn't a big surprise that Mammoth, the one who spent his free time on internet forums saying how much he hated humans under a pseudonym, would be one of Sigma's strongest supporters.
It also wasn't surprising that his unit, the ones who already shared jokes about how idiotic he looked marching into combat, refused to rebel alongside him.
Mammoth didn't care. He didn't need them anyways...
When the Mavericks began falling one by one most of their surviving units mourned....
Even the absolute worst of the lot, they usually had at least ONE willing to mourn for their lost leaders....
Not Mammoth.
Not one tear was shed for him
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT GETTING INTO HEAVEN?"
The 12-foot tall creature looked at the Pachyderm Automaton with each of its 9 eyes narrowed in disdain...
Most sinners who passed his way were shocked, of course, and some were a little angry upon being told they were going to hell....
But few put up such a rabble as this one...
The strange appearance of the fallen soul hadn't shocked him. Already 3 others like him had passed his way. Not exactly like him, but all mechanical and yet with just as much soul as any human who passed through...
And just as much anger...if not more so...
"Sir, Mr....Noumander....I have already told you the reasons you're getting into hell" The Processor swung around and turned down to the antique typewriter, taking the sheet and reading it off...
"Domestic Terrorism, Murder, MULTIPLE Hate Crimes..."
"Name them"
The Processor looked at the stupid Elephant who'd been here arguing with him for the past 10 minutes. He sighed...
"Racism towards Humans, Sizeism towards smaller and weaker beings, Sexism, Homophobia..."
"BUT I'M SUCH A GOOD PERSON DESPITE ALL THAT!"
The Processor had to stop and blink all 9 eyes in unison.
No...No he was actually serious...
That...that was pretty sad...he was so delusional he actually thought he was a good person...
"Sir, the evidence is stacked against you. Now if you would kindly be on your way..."
"I'D LIKE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER"
The Processor looked at him in the most deadpan way his mouthless face could muster, before sighing again...
"Sir...we don't do that here...."
"I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I SEE A MANAGER"
The Processor leaned in, and managed to muster up as much menace as he could
"I AM the Manager..."
And with that, he pressed the button which sent the damn Mammoth into hell...
Finally...some peace and quiet....
For about two minutes...as another one of these weird Mechanical sinners dropped down into his sight...
Goddammit...
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Mammoth landed as gracefully as a being that weighed over 700 Pounds could.
And by that we mean he smacked into the pavement leaving a giant Mammoth-shaped imprint in it...
Slowly crawling his way out of the pothole he'd created, Mammoth took a look around at his new surroundings...
It was blisteringly hot, but he didn't actually mind that.
He'd spent most of his time hiding out in a factory built into the side of an Active Volcano, he knew extreme heat...
If anything, this was chillier...
He looked around...half the city was on fire, multiple bodies lying around...
No Reploids but...
Some that looked human...
Oh...Oh maybe this was his kinda place...
But then...then he saw something he wasn't pleased with...
Two strange looking men....
HOLDING HANDS?!
Oh this was NOT his kind of place!
In fact, he was gonna stomp over there and put a stop to this...
Maybe flame-broiling, maybe a classic stomp...
And then he felt himself being pushed....
Pushed with force as...
A semi-truck ran him over...
He was left on the ground for the second time that day....
Before he hit the ground, a loud POP was audible...
His trunk had popped off....
...Dammit...
Today just wasn't his day...
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"ANGEL YOU RAN THAT GUY OVER!" Over Angel's earpiece, Valentino's angry voice came through...
Angel sighed. He didn't even know how to DRIVE this damn thing that looked like it belonged at a Monster Truck Rally, not on the road...
The fact that the idiot hadn't gotten out of the way wasn't his fault...
Plus, even if he'd tried to get out of the way, this damn truck would probably have still hit him..
Over the earpiece, he heard Travis begin to speak up.
"No no no, It's fine. Some people are into that"
Angel's face scrunched up.
Valentino spoke up again. "Fine, we'll edit it out in post....IF people don't like it, if they do it stays in!"
Angel sighed...
These shoots were getting weirder and weirder....
They hadn't even gotten to the fucking part yet....
YOU ARE READING
The Rehabilitation of a Reploid
RandomA crossover series between Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss and the Mega Man X Franchise, shorts in a similar manner to the oneshot series but focused on a specific character in each story. No idea how long this will go on for btw
